Nicholas’s POV
I tried to pull away.
The door was open. Liora was standing there. Watching.
My brain screamed at me to stop—now, right f*****g now.
But Hazel moved faster.
Her legs snapped around my waist like steel cables.
She yanked me back in, crushing my hips against hers so hard I felt every inch of her heat through the thin fabric of her dress.
I stumbled forward, hands slamming onto the desk on either side of her thighs to keep from crushing her.
She didn’t let go.
Didn’t even loosen her grip.
Just looked over my shoulder at Liora with the sweetest, most poisonous smile I’d ever seen.
“Honey,” she purred, voice dripping sugar and venom, “there’s nothing to be shy about. Weren’t you just telling me how much you hate it when I look at other men?”
Her thighs tightened—delib
