Chapter 29
Layla’s POV
My thighs were still trembling violently as I smoothed down my skirt and rebuttoned my blouse outside the private elevator.
The slick, pulsing aftershocks of the orgasm Mateo had just forced out of me with his fingers were still vibrating deep within my core.
My panties were thoroughly soaked, clinging to my skin with every step I took toward my desk.
I took a deep, steadying breath, trying to force my flush down and regain every ounce of my professional composure before anyone noticed how thoroughly wrecked I actually was.
When I finally rounded the corner to the executive bay, the quiet atmosphere was completely shattered by high-pitched giggles echoing down the hall.
I paused, narrowing my eyes as I took in the scene playing out right beside my workstati
