Adrian’s phone continued ringing insistently in the center console, Elena Reyes’s name glowing on the screen like a warning light. Mia was still straddling his lap, his c**k softening inside her, their combined releases slowly leaking between them. The intimacy of the moment shattered instantly.
“f**k,” Adrian muttered, his hand tightening on Mia’s hip. He lifted her gently off him, helping her back into the passenger seat before answering the call on speaker so she could hear.
“Elena,” he said, voice steady but edged with tension. “Now’s not the best time.”
“Make it the best time,” Elena replied sharply, her usual professional warmth gone. “I’m in my office. Get here in twenty minutes. And Adrian… bring the girl if she’s with you. We have a problem. A serious one.”
The line went dead.
