"Mr. Russo."
Senator Alden's voice crackled through the encrypted speaker, a gravelly, weather-beaten baritone that carried decades of backroom congressional deals. "You have an incredible talent for making the most entrenched, heavily fortified monopolies in this country bleed from the eyes."
"I prefer to think of it as market correction, Senator," Ryan replied smoothly.
He stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows, tracking the blur of rain slashing against the glass. He forced his breathing to remain entirely even, an absolute necessity given the blistering, suffocating heat currently wrapped around his groin.
Down at his boots, Sophie worked with ruthless, predatory focus.
She had bypassed any initial teasing, sinking her mouth over his thick, aching shaft and sliding all the way down until her nose brushed his lower abdomen.
She established a tight, crushing vacuum, bobbing her head in a steady, unbroken rhythm.
