Stellan’s POV)*

I watched the elevator doors close on her. Nova stood there in the middle of the car, cheeks flushed, lips still swollen from my mouth. The second the doors shut I let out a breath and adjusted my pants. My cock was still half hard. That woman was going to kill me.

Family dinner tomorrow night. Perfect. Just what we needed.

I went back to my office, sat in the same chair she’d just ridden me in, and stared at the city lights. My desk still smelled like her. The whole room did. I could still feel the way her walls squeezed me when she came against the...