Chapter 9 Anatomy Of Trust

• "You call this a partnership, Megan?" Casian’s voice rasped against her lips, his heavy body crushing her flush against the cool marble wall of the private restroom.
• The lock on the oak door clicked under the weight of his broad shoulder as he shifted, his hand tightening like an iron claw around her waist. The raw, electric friction between them was almost unbearable. His rigid length pressed relentlessly against her lower belly through his trousers, leaving zero doubt about how violently her performance in the boardroom had unspooled his control.
• "I call it saving your company, Casian," Megan gasped out, her chest heaving against his tailored suit jacket. Her hands remained locked around his lapels, her nails digging through the fine wool. "Thomas Vance was five minutes away from freezing your shares. I gave you the axe. You just swung it."