Chapter 17
Mateo’s POV
The heavy mahogany door clicked shut as Wyatt finally left my office, but the scent of raw s*x, sweet juices, and cedarwood still hung incredibly thick in the air.
My tongue instinctively swiped across my lower lip, tasting the lingering sweetness of Layla’s dripping wet p***y.
My c**k throbbed violently against my trousers, raging at the interruption.
*Fuck.* I had been so close to burying myself deep inside those thick, plush thighs right on top of my desk.
Ever since the night at the penthouse, I had been completely, utterly losing my mind.
When I had stepped out of the shower that morning, burning with the urge to demand her name, she was already gone.
The empty bed had driven a primal wave of possessiveness right through my chest.
I couldn't let it
