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~Hermes~.Her mouth seals tight around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deeper. The sight of her, blouse gone, bra straps sliding off her shoulders, mouth stretched wide around my cock—it’s too much, and too good. Satisfaction roars through me, sharp and heavy, the kind I haven’t felt since I had her under me in that hotel bed.My hand finds her chest, palming one tits through the lace, squeezing rough. Her moan vibrates against my cock, making me jerk in her throat. I pinch those slutty swollen nubs, twisting until she gasps, slipping off me with spit clinging to her lips.She clutches her bra like it’s in her way, unhooks it fast, letting her fat titties spill free. her hard pink bullets tight, and aching. She doesn’t waste a second—dives right back down, choking herself on me, gagging lightly as I push deeper."Fuck–" I hiss, jaw tight, head knocking back against the wall. My cock twitches against the back of her throat. "You’ve got a good fucking throat, don’t you?"Her eyes w

~Hermes~The elevator doors close behind me, and I grunt low, sharp, like I’ve just been punched in the stomach. My cock’s still throbbing, hard and angry, straining against the seam of my trousers."Fuck," I mutter, shoving a hand in my pocket as I stride down the hall. Heads turn, people murmur their greetings, but I don’t hear a fucking word, all I feel is her, her perfume still clinging to me, her soft gasp when I pinned her, the way her cunt probably clenched under that skirt just from me brushing her nipple.I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. That was unprofessional and reckless. I didn't mean to lose control, but the second she opened her mouth in that elevator, all polite and nervous—"How was your trip, Mr. Grande?"—I wanted to ruin her.I sink into my chair, slam a hand against the desk. My jaw aches from clenching too hard.Maybe it’s because I fucked half my way through that damn business trip. Same hotel bed, but nameless bodies, women who spread their legs the second

June"These days you’re waking up way too late," Leila softly scolds as I plop into a chair at the dining table.I yawn, grabbing a glass of water. "I know, right? Perks of not being secretary to a crazy boss anymore." I throw her a wink that’s faster than my smile.Leila chuckles, shaking her head. "I’m just glad you’re doing okay, after everything that happened last week."Oh—right. You guys must be lost. Let me catch you up.rewind noises, tape spinning in my headChris? Yeah. He got six months in prison, one year suspension, community service, the whole redemption-package deal, and Apex fired him.Do I feel bad? … A little, which is insane, considering he tried to rape me. I don’t even know why my chest still squeezes for him. Maybe it's because he was remorseful.Anyway—when Leila and Kayla found out? There were tears everywhere, then they both swore they’re never letting me face anything like that alone again. Wherever I go next, they’re coming with me. Good for me. Another bad

June"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 mouth crashes to my throat—smckk—"Ohh–Mr. Gran–" I moan helplessly.

~Hermes~"Are you fucking kidding me?"The words tear out of me the moment the door clicks shut. She’s gone, finally, and I’m left sitting here, staring at the empty space where June Alexander just stood.A fucking secret relationship! That’s what she asked for. Out of every goddamn possibility, she tossed that one into my lap.I knew with time she’d come around, see me for what I was— better than whatever worthless trash she almost made warm her bed.I expected an apology eventually, maybe a confession she didn't know better, but this? A proposal for a secret fuck? That wasn’t on my fucking bingo card. And the worst part—that had me off guard. For the rarest time, I wasn’t the one in control.I’ve seen shameless before, every shade of it, painted on women who thought their bodies were bargaining chips, but June’s brand of shameless? It’s different, and oddly dangerous. It seems like the type of shameless that slips under your skin and makes you wonder if you’re the one getting played

June"Are you high or something?" Mr. Grande asks flatly.My head snaps up. "No," I whisper, shaking quickly. Inside, though, I admit it—I might be high. High on nerves, high on him, and high on my own recklessness.He sits on the bed, studying me like I’m a puzzle he doesn’t want to solve. "Is that how bold you are? Then why hide it all this time as my secretary?""Uhm– I'm the same girl who agreed to spent a night with you, even when I didn't know your name." I keep my lips pressed tight, my expression steady. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I’ll assume I didn’t hear that. If that’s all—you can leave.""No," I blurt, my voice rushing ahead of me. "I thought you wanted to claim my body. That’s what you said in your office. You touched my face—just like back at that dance—""Miss Alexander." His voice snaps like a whip. He’s on his feet now, looming, his dark gaze drilling into mine. "I said I wanted to claim you. But I haven’t acted on it since the moment you walked into