Bound by Power: 6. Broken Meetings

The intercom’s static crackled like a lightning strike, snapping the fragile cocoon Ava and Dominic had built around themselves.

"Mr. Blackwell, your 9:00 a.m. board meeting is arriving early."

The voice was steady, professional—completely unaware of the scene unfolding behind the polished glass doors.

Ava froze beneath him. Her body was still slick, trembling from the storm he’d unleashed moments ago, her skirt bunched indecently at her waist. She wanted to move, to cover herself, but her legs wouldn’t obey. The aftershocks of pleasure still held her captive.

Dominic didn’t flinch. His hands remained firmly on her hips, his body still pressed into hers. A smirk curved his mouth as though even being caught mid-act was a game he had already planned to win.

His forehead brushed hers, his breath ragged. “I hope you brought a change of clothes,” he murmured, voice husky with satisfaction. “Because we’re just getting started.”

Her stomach flipped. He s