The elevator doors closed.
Rhys didn’t speak. He simply stood behind me, close enough that I felt the heat of his chest against my back, and traced one slow finger down the length of my spine under my blazer. The touch was light. Possessive. A silent reminder that his come was still leaking out of me with every heartbeat.
I stared straight ahead at the mirrored doors, jaw tight, trying to ignore the way my p***y clenched around nothing, trying to ignore how sensitive I still was.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured near my ear.
“I’m trying not to slap you in a public elevator.”
His soft huff of laughter ghosted over my neck. “You can try later. I’ll even let you.”
The elevator stopped on the executive floor. The second the doors opened he stepped away like nothing had happened, the perfect p
