Larissa's POV
Carson bent down and retrieved the discarded underwear from the floor, lifting the silk fabric to his face and breathing in deeply. His dark eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he absorbed my essence. "You have the most intoxicating scent," he murmured against the delicate material. "Ever since that day you walked into my office wearing that fitted pencil skirt, I've fantasized about having my mouth on you."
Heat bloomed across my cheeks as desire and mortification warred within me. I watched him slip my panties into his trouser pocket with practiced ease.
"These belong to me now," he declared, that dangerous smile playing at his lips. "My first trophy from the night my wife surrendered to me."
"Carson," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"Quiet. Get on the sofa and lean back," he commanded, his voice carrying an authority that made my pulse quicken.
