She was up on the table, bare naked. And I was in my seat, scooted close, my face buried between her legs, those thick thighs of hers clamped to the side of my head, her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rocking against me as her moans filled the empty office.

Then she was pulling my hair until I lifted up, until I moved to stand.

Then she was sitting up, working my belt, button, and zipper free, then reaching inside to slide her hand around my cock, stroking me as her heated gaze held mine.

Then she was leaning down, sucking me into her mouth, moaning around my length—

“Fuck,” I hissed, coming so hard my body shook.

Afterward, I finished cleaning up and climbed out of the shower, hoping the little bout of stress relief would allow me to think straight while club hopping with Saff.

I changed into a black suit with a matte black shirt. No tie. A nice watch. The cologne I could have sworn I caught her trying to sniff when I’d saved her from falling at the club.

With that, I made a few quick calls to club owners to ensure we could get in at all the places I wanted to check out, then made my way down to the lobby, spying Calvin parked a few cars down.

“Going back to work, Mr. Vale?” the nighttime doorman, Walter—who’d apparently been working as a doorman in various buildings in the city since he was twenty, which had to be a solid forty years ago—asked as he held the door open for me.

Christ.

If everyone who saw me on a daily basis thought the only possible place I could be going was work, maybe Teresa was right in suggesting I needed to get a life.

“No, actually. Heading to meet a woman.” I mean, it wasn’t untrue.

“Oooh, alright then,” Walter said with the twinkle in his eyes that came from a man who’d seen it all and had no judgment about it. “Have a good night, Mr. Vale.”

He said it like I wouldn’t be making it back to my own bed later. I would be. Alone. Even if it would probably be smart to find myself a woman—literally any woman other than Saff—and spend a few hours trying to get this clawing need out of my system.

That wasn’t going to happen, though. Because I was pretty sure the only person who could satisfy that desire was Saffron herself.

And she was off-limits.

“Mr. Vale, got the car all polished up,” Calvin said, opening up a gleaming door. “And I stocked some cold coffees for you in the back. I know you prefer hot, but they don’t appear to make any kind of device to keep drinks warm in cars yet.”

“Thanks, Calvin,” I said, slipping in.

“So, where we heading?” he asked as he got behind the wheel.