~Hermes~

The elevator doors close behind me, and I grunt low, sharp, like I’ve just been punched in the stomach. My cock’s still throbbing, hard and angry, straining against the seam of my trousers.

"Fuck," I mutter, shoving a hand in my pocket as I stride down the hall. Heads turn, people murmur their greetings, but I don’t hear a fucking word, all I feel is her, her perfume still clinging to me, her soft gasp when I pinned her, the way her cunt probably clenched under that skirt just ...