Ellie’s POV

We barely made it through the lobby without drawing more attention than we already had.

The receptionist glanced up from his phone, staring at the both of us. He must have felt it—the hot scent of sex still stuck to my body.

Adrian kept his hand low on my back, guiding me toward the elevators like he had every right to. The second the doors slid shut he turned, pressed me against the wall, and kissed me slow and deep.

His hand slid under the coat and between my legs, two fingers pushing through the mess he had already left inside me.

“I love it when I find...