-POV Derby
We stayed like that for a long moment — still joined, still breathing hard, his forehead pressed against mine in the middle of the conference room where anyone could have seen us.
Jordan didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d disappear the second he let go.
“Then why are you still here?” he asked again, voice low and rough.
I didn’t have an answer. Not a good one, anyway.
He finally eased out of me slowly, both of us hissing at the loss. I felt his c*m start to leak down my thigh and quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on the table, cleaning myself up with shaking hands. Jordan fixed his pants and shirt in silence, but he never took his eyes off me.
We should have left. We should have pretended this
