-POV Derby
We never made it out of the conference room.
The second Jordan’s lips crashed into mine, every excuse I’d been repeating in my head for weeks disappeared. His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, desperate, almost angry — like he was punishing both of us for how badly we needed this. I kissed him back just as hard, fingers fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer even though my brain was screaming that this was reckless. Dangerous. Stupid.
We were still in the office.
Glass walls on two sides. Hallway cameras. Anyone could walk past at any moment.
But none of that mattered when he lifted me onto the edge of the conference table like I weighed nothing and stepped between my thighs.
“This is a mistake,” I gasped against his mouth, even as my legs wrapped around his waist on th
