My gaze drifts downward, fixating on the clear puddle glistening between my feet on the elevator floor.
Jesus.
Someone has to come in here and clean that.
The thought churns my stomach. Will they know what happened in here? Who happened in here?
A wave of embarrassment burns up my chest and neck, and I start wondering why I ever let horny Nicole out of her cage.
Logan loosens his grip and carefully sets me down. My legs wobble beneath me. I can't even look at him. The jerk is the reason I'm like this. Him and his pheromones and his dirty mouth and…
He couldn't wait two seconds for the elevator to reach his floor? We could have done this in private.
Granted, it might have been a little less hot. Just a fraction.
But I wouldn't have to sit here with the vision of someone with a spray bottle of bleach and rags cleaning up the evidence of our… indiscretion.
His lips press against my bare shoulder—surprisingly gentle after what we just did. The contrast steals my breath.
