Olivia’s breath was ragged as she leaned against the desk, her pants and underwear still tangled around her ankles. Simon stepped back, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin burn. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate care, his lips curling into a smirk.
“You taste like I thought,” he said, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine.
Her stomach twisted in equal parts anger and desire, and she forced herself to look away from him. Her fingers scrambled to pull her underwear and pants back up, fumbling with the buttons as heat crept up her neck.
“This was a mistake,” she muttered, her tone sharp, though her hands shook as she tried to regain her composure.
Simon didn’t move, but the room seemed smaller wit
