-POV Derby
Noah closed the meeting room door behind him.
The silence felt heavier than Jordan’s hands on my body minutes ago.
“Derby…” Noah’s voice was careful, worried. “What the hell was that?”
I smoothed my skirt with shaking hands, trying to look normal even though my panties were still damp and my heart was racing.
“Nothing,” I lied. “Just work stuff.”
Noah wasn’t stupid. He stepped closer, eyes searching my face.
“That didn’t look like work. He had you pinned against the wall. His hand was under your skirt.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. The memory hit hard — Jordan’s fingers inside me, his voice growling that my p***y was his, the way I’d moaned and pushed back against his hand like I was starving for him.
I looked away. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?” Noah’s voice rose sligh
