Alexis.
The moment I stepped into Pierce's laundry room, I knew I was crossing a line.
But honestly? He pushed me there.
What gave him the right to say things like that? To crawl inside my head? To make my body react like this?
I swallowed hard, thighs clenching instinctively. Nope. Still not helping.
There was no way I could walk out of here in this state—feeling warm and sticky, totally aware of my own arousal.
So, without thinking too hard, I slid my panties down, breath catching as I held the damp fabric in my hand.
I should’ve just shoved them into my bag and left it at that.
But no.
My eyes drifted to the laundry basket—neatly folded shirts, crisp towels, luxury socks. Completely innocent.
Until I tucked my red lace panties deep into it, like I was hiding
