Chapter 68. A Week Later

June POV

“Ghk!!!”

The store room door creaks open—same way it did a week ago. Déjà vu, except this time it’s twisted.

This time he’s in that sharp suit, trousers on, belt straining, the thick bulge outlined shameless above his zipper, before I know it, his shirt is gone, showing his bare chest, flexing muscle. His gaze is darker, hungrier, like a shadow made flesh.

“Go backwards,” his voice rumbles, as usual deep.

My chest heaves, as I stumble back into the stuffy little store room, feeling my own pulse go thump-thump-thumping in my ears.

Clnk. The door slams shut behind us.

I can’t move. My back brushes the shelves, and my breath comes in sharp bursts—hahh, hahh, hahh—and he stalks closer, each step heavy, and, predatory.

I whisper, “You’re here again.” but he doesn’t answer, instead he just grabs my chin, tilts my head up, and I’m trapped in that stare.

Heat floods instead my aching pussy, dizzy and sharp, and when his m