She rode the elevator up to the penthouse alone, thighs still clenched from the conference room. Every step in the lobby had been torture; the black dress that had felt like armor this morning now rubbed against her swollen c**t like punishment. She could still feel Henry’s fingers—thick, relentless, pulling her right to the edge and then stopping. Her body hadn’t forgiven her. It ached. It throbbed. It was demanding.
Her phone buzzed as the doors opened.
Mindy: Grabbing groceries, fried chicken & beer for girls’ night before Henry gets back. Be home in 45 mins. Don’t wait for me-relax!
Andrea exhaled shakily. Forty-five minutes. She could survive that. She kicked off her heels the second she stepped inside, the cool marble soothing her bare feet.
The penthouse was silent except for t
