Chapter 23
Layla’s POV
I was seated at my new desk, trying my absolute best to focus on organizing the digital schedule on my monitor. But it was nearly impossible.
Every time I shifted in my chair, the subtle, wet friction between my inner thighs was a agonizing reminder of what had happened in Mateo’s secret suite just an hour ago.
My core was still sensitive, hot, and slightly sore from the relentless way he had taken me, pulsing with residual lust every time I breathed in his heavy leather cologne lingering in the hallway.
I forced a tight breath past my lips, trying to caution my betraying body.
*Focus, Layla. You’re at work. It was a one-time mistake.*
The sound of sharp high heels clicking rhythmically against the marble floor snapped me out of my dirty thoughts.
I looked
