Maya’s pov

“We should go before someone from cleaning finds us like this,” I say, still standing close enough that his chest brushes mine with every breath.

My underwear is somewhere on the carpet and his cum is drying in sticky paths down my thighs.

The office smells like sex and whiskey and the faint ink of the contracts we ruined.

Rhett looks at me for a long second. Then he nods once, sharp and reluctant, and steps back.

He watches while I tug my skirt down and smooth my blouse as best I can.

There is no fixing the wrecked look of me. My hair is a mess.

My...