Elena’s POV
“You ruined my dress.”
The silk clung to me in all the wrong places—wrinkled, damp, marked in ways no dry cleaner would fix.
His mouth curled in a wicked smile. “Then take it off.”
I shoved lightly at him, heat rising in my cheeks. “You’re impossible.”
“Exactly.” He tipped my chin, eyes gleaming as if the chaos outside the stall never existed. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, Baby Girl. I need you to be naked in the next twenty minutes or I’m going to lose my mind.”
A loud sniff ran through me. “But you just had me?”
“I’m insatiable when it comes to your perfect pink p***y, Baby Girl.”
I didn’t remember leaving the venue.
One moment we were pressed together in that suffocating stall, the next his arm was guiding me through pol
