Jayden nodded quickly, pulling out her notepad to jot it down—anything to avoid looking at the floor again. Her pen moved fast, but her thoughts kept drifting:
[Focus, Jayden. Hospital. Gabriela. Sergio and Javier. Evidence with Lorena… God, she's still dripping. I can hear it when she shifts. If I look down again, I'm gonna see it slide out of her pussy… stop it. Professional. But damn, he must've fucked her senseless. She can barely stand straight.]
"Understood," Jayden said, voice steady now. "I'll coordinate the teams for Sergio and Javier immediately. Hospital first—do you want an escort?"
Lorena finally found her voice, though it came out breathy and flustered. "I—I'll be ready in five minutes. Just… need to freshen up."
She tried to take a step toward the bathroom, but her limp was obvious—legs shaky, thighs slick. Another soft plip as a drop escaped. Jayden's eyes flicked down involuntarily, then snapped back up, cheeks burning brighter.
