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One of Covey's hands left Cara's waist, the grip of the other tightening to make up for the loss. His fingers trailed around the hem of her top for a moment before moving upwards.

She let out a moan when his hand unclasped her bra and kneaded her breast. His lips left hers, allowing her to catch her breath while he sucked on the nape of her neck.

"Covey," she moaned, feeling lightheaded.

She was vaguely aware of the elevator arriving on their floor before a ding sounded and the door opened. Covey seemed completely unaware of the fact as his hands continued roaming every part of her body while his lips worked wonders.

Covey nibbled on a particular spot, driving her completely over the edge. She let out a loud moan, shutting her eyes while relishing the pleasure. The things he did to her.

She reopened her eyes to find a pair of eyes trained on her. She was speechless for about a minute before she finally found her voice.

"Covey," she whispered, still staring at the people standing