MasukI waited until the office was almost empty. Most lights were off. Only the cleaning crew moved through the halls. My heels clicked too loud on the tile as I walked toward Stellan’s corner office.The door was unlocked. I stepped inside and locked it behind me.He sat behind his big desk, suit jacket off, tie loosened. The city lights glowed behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He looked up when I entered, eyes already dark.“You came,” he said.“Don’t sound so surprised.” I dropped my bag on the chair. “Your note was pretty clear.”He stood and walked around the desk. “I wasn’t sure. After last night you looked like you might run.”“I still might.”He stopped in front of me. Close. “Then why are you here?”I didn’t answer. Instead I reached up and pulled his tie the rest of the way off. He watched me, waiting. The air between us felt charged. I hated how my body reacted the second he got near.He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. His mouth crashed onto mine. No s
Each thrust pushed me forward. I gripped the edge of the table, pushing back against him.“Quiet, Nova,” he whispered. “Or the whole firm will know what a slut you are for me.”His words sent heat through me. I came again, biting my arm to stay silent. He followed soon after, groaning my name low.We cleaned up fast. He fixed my skirt while I buttoned my blouse. Our eyes met. The chemistry crackled between us, stronger than before.“This can’t keep happening,” I said.He smirked. “Tell that to your pussy next time it gets wet for me.”I left the conference room first, legs shaky, his cum slowly leaking into my panties. The rest of the day I felt him everywhere. Every time I sat down. Every time I saw his name on an email.That evening back at the penthouse our parents wanted family dinner. We sat across from each other at the table like nothing happened. Mom talked about their trip. Richard asked about work.Stellan’s foot brushed mine under the table. I shot him a glare. He just smi
Stellan kept moving inside me, slow and deep, while voices carried from the hallway. Mom laughed at something Richard said. Suitcases rolled across the floor. My heart pounded so hard I thought they might hear it.His hand stayed firm over my mouth. His eyes locked on mine, daring me. He thrust again, grinding against that spot that made my eyes roll back. I bit his palm to stay quiet. He smirked and did it harder.The footsteps moved toward the kitchen. Any second they could walk in and see us like this — me bent on the couch, Stellan buried deep between my legs.He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t make a sound.”He fucked me like that, slow and controlled, while our parents unpacked just one room away. Every thrust sent sparks through me. My body clenched around him. The risk made everything sharper. Wetter. I was shaking, so close again.Stellan rubbed my clit with his thumb, fast little circles. I came silently, biting his hand hard. My walls pulsed around his cock. He gr
He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open. Inch by inch. I gripped the edge of the counter, nails digging into the marble. The fullness hit me all at once. Thick. Hard. Deep. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp.Stellan groaned low in his throat. His hands held my hips tight, keeping me in place. “Fuck, Nova. You feel… shit.”I couldn’t speak. My body clenched around him, adjusting to his size. He stayed still for a second, buried all the way inside. Then he started moving. Slow drags at first, pulling almost out before sliding back in. Each thrust made my breath catch.He leaned down and took my breast into his mouth again. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over my nipple while he thrust deeper. The pull on my breast sent sharp pleasure straight to where we were joined. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back.He switched to the other breast, sucking and biting gently. His hips picked up speed. The counter shook under me. Skin slapped against skin. Wet sounds
He kissed me again, deep and hungry. His hands pushed my tank top up. Cool air hit my breasts. He looked down, eyes dark. Then he leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth.The wet heat made me jolt. He sucked slow at first, tongue swirling around the tight peak. I grabbed his hair, holding him there. Pleasure shot through me sharp and fast. He switched to the other breast, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm.“Fuck,” I breathed. My shorts felt damp already. I rocked against him without meaning to.He groaned around my nipple, the vibration traveling straight through me. One hand stayed on my breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his fingers. The other slid down my stomach, under the waistband of my shorts.His fingers found me wet. He rubbed my clit in slow circles. I moaned louder, hips chasing his touch. He kissed me again, swallowing the sounds while his fingers worked me.“You’re soaked,” he muttered against my lips. “All this time pretending
I avoided the kitchen that evening. I stayed in my room with the door shut, answering emails and trying to focus on anything except the way Stellan had looked at me this morning. Bare chest. Sweatpants low on his hips. That knowing smirk.Around nine, my stomach growled loud enough to annoy me. I needed food. I crept out in my tank top and soft shorts, hoping he was already in his room.He wasn’t.Stellan sat at the island with a glass of whiskey, scrolling through his phone. The lights were low. He wore the same gray sweatpants from earlier. No shirt again. The sight of his shoulders and the line of dark hair disappearing into his waistband made my mouth dry.He looked up. “Hungry?”“I can make my own food,” I said, opening the fridge.He stood and came over anyway. “You’ve been hiding in there for hours. Scared?”I grabbed leftover pasta and slammed the fridge door. “Of you? Please.”He leaned against the counter right next to me, arms crossed. Too close. His body heat brushed my ar
The silence that followed was deafening. Cade just stared at me, his expression cycling through shock, disbelief, and something darker that made heat pool low in my stomach."You're joking," he said finally."Do I look like I'm joking?""Lily, you're—" He stopped, ran a hand through his hair, clear
"No." He crosses to me in three strides, grabs my shoulders. "Don't you dare. I made the choice. I'm an adult. I'm the professional. I knew the consequences and I did it anyway. This is on me.""But if I hadn't—""If you hadn't what? Been you? Been beautiful and smart and completely impossible to r
And he does.We make love—not fuck, make love—slow and sweet and perfect. Like we have all the time in the world. Because we do.No more sneaking around. No more hiding. No more shame.Just us.After, we lie tangled together in the dark, and I think about how we got here.About the first session wh
"I've wanted to do this since session three," he says, kissing down my neck. "When you described your fantasy. About being bent over my desk.""Do it," I beg. "Please. Fuck me on your desk like you wanted to."He groans, flipping me over so I'm face-down on the cool wood. His hands pull my hips bac







