-POV Derby
I didn’t go home after leaving his office.
I walked.
For almost two hours I wandered the city streets, cold night air biting my skin, trying to scrub the feeling of Jordan’s hands off my body. It didn’t work. Every step reminded me — the ache between my legs, the faint marks on my hips where he’d gripped me, the way my p***y still fluttered remembering how deep he’d been.
By the time I reached my apartment, I was exhausted and no closer to forgetting him.
I took a long shower, letting the hot water burn away the evidence. But when I closed my eyes, all I saw was Jordan bending me over his desk, voice rough as he told me my p***y was made for him. I hated how much I wanted it to be true.
Sleep didn’t come easy.
The next morning I dragged myself to work, determined to bury
