Lena’s POV)

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes I felt his fingers inside me again, thick and deliberate, and the heavy weight of his cock in my hand. The unfinished ache stayed with me through a cold shower, through coffee I didn’t taste, through the entire ride to the site. By the time I walked onto the twenty-third floor my skin felt too tight.

Marcus was already there.

He looked up from the plans when I came in. His eyes moved over me once slow, deliberate and the muscle in his jaw flexed. That was all. No greeting. No mention of the night before. Just that single...