Wendy
I stared at the closed mahogany wood for a long time. My chest was still rising and falling in shallow, jagged gasps.
I waited for the door to open again. I waited for Reed to realize he had made a terrible mistake, to storm back into the room, throw his ridiculous nobility out the window and finish what we had started.
He didn't come back.
Slowly, the adrenaline that had been singing through my veins began to fade into a sickening weight in the pit of my stomach.
The air-conditioning kicked on, blowing a stream of cool air over my flushed, sensitive skin.
I shivered, finally looking down at myself.
My silk robe was a wrinkled mess, pooled uselessly around my waist. My skin was flushed, my breasts still aching and swollen from the desperate heat of his mouth. Every single ne
