~Sienna~

He’s back. Oh my God. He’s back and I’m only just now hearing about it.

I slow my breath, and my throat dries up. I force a smile as I move past the other staff and into the elevator, trying not to look like a woman trying to combust.

My thighs grate over each other, messing up my already throbbing clit. My stomach rolls, sinking lower with every move.

I pant in my mind. My body twitches and writhes with dirty, shameful needs.

I could go home right now and change my ...