Elena Carter’s POV
I could still feel his mouth between my legs.
Even hours later, even after I’d taken two showers and tried to drown myself in spreadsheets and silence—I could feel it. The way he’d tasted me in the dark. The way his lips had sealed around my cl*t like he owned it. Like he owned me.
And now, here I was, back in the office. The storm was gone. The air was calm. The city back to its usual buzz.
But I wasn’t the same.
Something had cracked wide open between us in that elevator. And I didn’t know how long we could pretend otherwise.
“Miss Carter,” Alexander’s deep voice called from behind his glass door.
I stood immediately, heart stuttering.
“Yes, sir?”
“Bring the quarterly report.”
“Yes.”
I grabbed the file and walked in, the click of my heels suddenly feeling lo
