"Heather?"

Dunstan's voice echoed again from the other side of the stockroom, making me flinch. By the sound of his steps, he seemed to be roaming around. "Are you here, love? Why's your office open?"

My thighs tightened involuntarily around Ivik, not wanting to let him go, yet terrified of being discovered. I could feel the shame and guilt bubbling up inside of me, threatening to suffocate me.

"Please," I begged Ivik. "I can't do this if there's even a chance that he might find us."

"Shh," Ivik soothed, kissing my forehead gently. "He's not going to see us. I'm not gonna allow that to happen." His hands started to...