"Shit," she hissed, pulling away reluctantly.
"That's probably Tabitha. My boss. She's dropping off some files."
Diana adjusted her robe, tying it loosely, but the lingerie was still visible, and Jaegar's hunger only grew. She moved toward the front door, her steps quick, and he followed, too far gone to care about consequences.
He was so hard that he ignored that someone was present at the entrance door.
Diana opened the door just a crack, leaning against it to keep it from swinging wide. She didn't want her to see the state she was in.
Tabitha, a stern woman in her 50s with a perm and a power suit, stood on the porch, clutching a manila folder.
"Diana, you're not even dressed yet?" Tabitha said, her tone clipped.
"We need to go over these before the meeting."
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec," Diana replied, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks.
Another reason she didn't open the door was because she could feel Jaegar's hands roaming on her back.
