Aurora POV
The smell of coffee fills the air as I wipe my jacket over Thorne’s lap. His scent, sharp and clean, mixes with the heady coffee smell. Something inside me responds to the scent, but I ignore it as I try to clean up the mess I made.
“Wait outside, Ivy,” Thorne calls out, his voice huskier than it had been moments ago.
As I run my jacket down his lap again, I freeze. The arousal simmering lightly beneath the surface of my skin rises, heating my body, when I feel Thorne’s arousal under my hands.
He’s hard, his c**k straining against his slacks.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Thorne rumbles, cupping my chin and lifting my eyes to his. There’s anger in his eyes, but I also see… hunger? I suck in a sharp breath and swallow the desire building in my own body, shoving
