Gabriel’s POV
Her breathing was still uneven, her body still warm beneath mine, the aftermath of what we’d just done lingering in the air like a secret.
I should’ve moved first. I should’ve given her space—helped her straighten up, helped her fix herself. But I didn’t.
I stayed.
My hands flattened against the desk on either side of her, caging her in even though the moment was already over. My chest was still pressed against her back, my heartbeat still heavy against her skin.
I wanted to stay inside her.
Hell, I wanted to ruin her for the rest of the day.
But I felt her shift, her breath steadying, the way her fingers slowly reached for the fabric of her dress, pulling it down to cover herself. It was the only signal I needed.
Reluctantly, I pulled back. Just enough. Just to let h
