Lumi
The elevator ride up was pure torture. Briggs didn’t say a word, but his hand stayed pressed to the small of my back like an anchor, fingers splayed wide enough to claim every inch of skin through my dress.
My legs were still trembling from the car, from the way his fingers had curled inside me while the city lights streaked past the windows. I could still taste the almost-kiss on my lips, still feel the ghost of his breath when he’d stopped just short of ruining me completely.
The doors slid open directly into his penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling glass looked out over a glittering Manhattan that felt a million miles away.
Briggs didn’t give me time to breathe.
One second I was stepping out of the elevator on shaky heels, the next his hands were on me. He moved like a man who’d been
