Dominic Valenzo couldn’t sit still.
The air in the office was too thick, too hot, too loud with the echo of her f*****g moans replaying in his head. Her body was still burned into his palms, every tremble, every arch, every tear seared beneath his fingernails like he’d carved her into his skin.
He was pacing.
His shirt was wrinkled. The buttons were half-done, the cuffs unfastened. His slacks were still open. His c**k was still hard. His belt hung low like he hadn’t even thought about putting himself back together.
Because he hadn’t.
He couldn’t.
He could still taste her.
That wrecked little cunt. That plugged-up ass. That throat that had swallowed him like she was built for it. Her tears had dried on his tongue. Her sobs were still in his ears. Her shame was still fresh on the des
