Nia’s POV
By the time I got back to my office, I could barely think straight. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I just stood there for a second, silent, breathless, trying to piece myself together. My heart was still hammering, my lips still tingled from his kiss, and my skin burned in places his mouth had touched.
I slumped into my chair, the leather cool against the back of my thighs, and let out a shaky breath. “Get it together, Nia,” I whispered under my breath. But how was I supposed to do that when my body still hummed from him?
I pressed my knees together, trying to ignore the throbbing ache that refused to fade. My n*****s were sore, so tender that even the brush of my bra made me flinch. It wasn’t painful, not really. It was the kind of soreness that came from pleasur
