Eden's POV
The sound of my erratic breathing fills the quiet room until he pushes the door closed and walks toward me slowly.
I lift my hand up and shake my head, stopping him in his tracks.
“Don’t come any closer,” I pant out. “You can’t.”
My core still throbs demandingly, my wetness coating the skin between my thighs. If he comes closer…I know that I won’t be able to stop myself. That I’ll be powerless to resist.
His jaw tightens, his chest rising and falling as he stares into my eyes for a moment. He then turns away, walking over to his desk.
I watch with a mixture of pent-up desire and nervous energy as he pours a drink, lifting it to his lips. The tension in the room is palpable. Encircling us both like an invisible, silent, deadly whirlwind. Then, he sits down on his chair, lea
