Page 28 of Untamed Billionaire's Innocent Bride

But this time in the hottest, wildest, most molten place of all between her legs.

She could feel his other hand in her hair, cradling the back of her head and holding her mouth where he wanted it, making absolutely no bones about the fact that he was in charge.

And it was thrilling.

Lauren arched her back, giving him more of her, and it still wasn’t enough.

The kiss was wild and maddening at the same time, and she strained to get closer to him, desperate for something she couldn’t name. Something just out of reach—

And when he set her away from him, with a dark little laugh, she thought she might die.

Then thought that death would be an excellent escape when reality hit her.

Because she was a disheveled mess on the floor of her office, staring up at the man who’d made her this way.

Perilously close to begging for things she couldn’t even put into words.

She expected him to taunt her. To tell her she was a liar again, and remind her of all the ways he just proved it.

But Dominik stayed where he was, those gray eyes of his shuttered as he gazed back at her.

And she knew it was as good as admitting a weakness out loud, but she lifted her fingers and pressed them to her lips, not sure how she’d spent so many years on this earth without recognizing the way her own flesh could be used against her. And then tingle in the aftermath, like it wasn’t enough.

As if she was sexual, after all.

“The company maintains a small number of corporate flats in this building,” she managed to tell him when she’d composed herself a little, and she didn’t sound like herself. She sounded like a prerecorded version of the woman she’d been when she’d left these offices to fly to Hungary. She wasn’t sure she had access to that woman anymore. She wasn’t sure she knew what had become of her.

But she was very sure that the creature she was now, right there at his feet, would be the undoing of her.

Assuming it wasn’t already too late.

She climbed off the floor with as much dignity as she could muster. For the first time in her life, she cursed the fact that she wore such ridiculous shoes, with such high heels, that it was impossible to feel steady even when she was standing.

Right, a little voice inside her murmured archly. Blame the shoes. It’s definitely the shoes.

“Corporate flats,” he repeated after another long moment, that dark gaze all over her. “How...antiseptic.”

But when she called down to the security desk to have one of the guards come and escort him there, he didn’t argue.

Lauren told herself that she liked the space he left behind him. That it wasn’t any kind of emptiness, but room for her to breathe.

And once she was alone, there was no one to see her when she sank down into her chair behind her desk, where she had always felt the most competent. There was no one to watch as she buried her face in her hands—still too hot, and no doubt too revealing—and let all those emotions she refused to look at and couldn’t name spill down her cheeks at last.