JASMINE POV
The simplest things—watching a man roll up his sleeves, hearing the deep timbre of a voice—sent sharp jolts of arousal straight to my center. It was unbearable.
I considered slipping away to the restroom, locking myself in a stall, pressing my fingers between my thighs just long enough to take the edge off, but I was too worried. What if I was interrupted again? I wouldn't survive another interruption. I needed more than a hurried, desperate release.
I needed to be alone. I needed the time and space to let myself fall apart.
Tonight. I'd lock the doors this time as soon as I got home. No distractions. No interruptions. Just me, my aching body, and the pleasure that had been so brutally denied me.
Alaric was nowhere to be found as soon as we arrived at the office. A part of me felt relieved about it. Otherwise, I would have been tempted to go to him to finish up what he started earlier. And I was sure he'd have made me beg for it.
