Lorelei’s POV
The floor felt ice-cold beneath my heels as I slipped out of the bathroom, yet my body was still burning from the inside out.
I didn’t dare take a full breath until the heavy door clicked shut behind me. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs, as though it was trying to escape my chest. My fingers were still damp from what I’d done only moments ago, and every unsteady step sent another reminder of my lingering arousal through me. My underwear clung uncomfortably beneath my skirt as I hurried along the executive hallway, desperate to put as much distance as possible between myself and that bathroom.
He was in there.
Mr. Alec Sinclair, my cold, arrogant, beautiful bastard of a boss, had been stroking his c**k and growling about my tight little black p***y.
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