Dominic's lips curved as he scrolled through the pictures Celeste sent. Every picture was a sultry echo of what he'd done to her in her office. It was a teasing reminder meant to haunt him, and it made him chuckle.
One image captured only her collarbone. The lighting and angle of the snap made it almost indecent in its simplicity. Another was a short video, where her delicate fingers trailed down the soft valley of her breasts. Her movement was slow enough to make his breath catch.
Another snap was a full-length mirror shot. She wore nothing but a scrap of black lace. Her gaze on the camera dared him to imagine the rest.
He stared at the pictures and videos for a moment too long. His jaw was tight as his thumb hovered over the screen.
If she was out to tempt him, she'd won. No reply he could type would match the message she'd already sent.
He shut his eyes, leaning back in his chair, as he allowed the images sink into his mind. Even the screen couldn't stop him.
