CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

~ Camilla ~

I shouldn’t still be shaking.

But I was.

I walked back through the hallway like I wasn’t just kissed breathless, like my entire mouth wasn’t still humming from Alex Best’s tongue. His tongue. God, that man kissed like he’d written the book on pleasure and then memorized every line.

My lips were still swollen.

My thighs still pressed tight.

I shouldn’t have let him, except I should’ve. Every inch of that kiss was divine retribution. A cosmic apology from the universe. Like maybe, just maybe, fucking my boss wasn’t the end of my dignity but the beginning of something I had to survive first. And...