BLAIR POV
What the hell was wrong with me? I had hit the rock so hard. Making out with my boss without regard to the fact I was only wearing a nursing tank. No bra, and no pads was a very foolish move. “I'm wet.” I almost said in a whisper.
Another rumble came from his chest. “That's a good thing. I don't understand why you look like you're a second away from passing out.”
I closed my eyes, wishing I could have honestly just passed out. “Not wet there. Well, I was wet there too, but__God, Ronnell. I'm so f*****g embarrassed right now. Could you just not look at me so I can run out of here with at least some shred of dignity left.”
Still holding me, he leaned back, and I refused to look away like I had begged. I already knew what he was seeing: Damp fabric clinging to my traitorous n***
