Sasha’s pov
The elevator came back to life.
But it did not come alone.
It came with a mechanical growl that brought me out of whatever post orgasm haze that I was floating inside of.
Kai had pulled out of me slowly. And the sudden emptiness made me hiss through my teeth. He arranged himself quietly and with efficient movements. His zipper up. Belt fastened.
While I just stood there pulling my dress back in place. My panties were somewhere on the floor and I snatched it and shoved it into my clutch. It felt warm and sticky. Like evidence of what we had just done trickling down my inner thighs.
We did not look at each other after that. Not really. It was just quick glances we stole through the mirror— me fixing my hair. Him straightening his collar.
My lips were swollen and my cheeks
