My Sister's Fiance Became My Husband- But She Wants Him Back

VERA'S POV

It was my first day at work. I made sure to wake up early so I wouldn’t risk being late. Thankfully, my neighbor Nathan offered me a ride since his office was right behind the company where I’d just landed a job.

A proud smile tugged at my lips when I realized I was the first to arrive.

“At least this will show them how serious I am,” I murmured, hugging my bag tighter. “Let them see I’m not just another hire, I’m dedicated.”

I’d been assigned as the CEO’s secretary. The plump lady who had interviewed me, her name was Mrs. Briggs, told me after I was hired that the CEO of J.T.C only came into the office twice a week. That suited me just fine. Less pressure, I figured.

As I entered my new office and sat behind the polished desk, I started flipping through the stack of documents waiting for me. But then… curiosity got the better of me. My eyes drifted toward the closed door at the end of the hallway, the boss’s office.

Just a peek, I told myself.

I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t have a right to go in. I was his secretary now. Sooner or later, I’d be in and out of that room like it was second nature.

“Nothing wrong with checking it out,” I whispered. “Might as well see what kind of throne the king sits on.”

I rummaged through the drawer until I found the key card, then made my way to the office. My heart was racing, nerves mixing with excitement. I swiped the card across the padlock and turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside.

My breath caught.

The office was breathtaking, sleek, modern, dripping with wealth and power. Every piece of furniture screamed authority. But then I saw him.

A man sat on a long, black couch near the corner of the room.

I froze.

He was naked, leaned back, legs spread slightly, hand wrapped around his hard, pulsing erection. My stomach dropped.

“Sorry! I—I didn’t mean to…” I began to stutter, already stepping back toward the door.

But before I could leave, the door slammed shut behind me. I twisted the knob in a panic, tried the key card again… nothing. The lock was jammed. Or maybe... he locked it from a panel I hadn’t seen?

His deep voice cut through my frantic thoughts. “There’s no escape. You’ve got to help me.”

“What?” My voice cracked as I turned toward him, stunned.

He chuckled darkly. “No one will hear you even if you scream. Relax. It’s not a crime. You just walked in on your boss jacking off. All I’m asking is that you help me finish. I promise I won’t punish you for sneaking into my office.”

My body stiffened. My mind screamed for me to run. But my feet? They stayed rooted to the ground.

This wasn’t how I imagined meeting my boss. But I had no one to blame. I was the one who unlocked the damn door.

Now here I was, face to face with a man who looked like sin personified. The erection in his grip pulsed angrily, thick and long. I’d never seen anything like it. Intimidating… and yet somehow, it called to me.

Against all reason, I moved closer.

He watched me, expression unreadable, as I walked toward the couch. His eyes held mine, and in that moment, something shifted. I was drawn in, like prey willingly walking into the hunter’s jaws.

When my eyes dropped to his cock, I shivered. I couldn’t have looked away even if I wanted to.

I dropped to my knees between his strong thighs, hands trembling as they reached out to stroke him. He shifted slightly, reclining into the couch as if to grant me better access. His body was pure muscle, carved like a statue, his abs tight with restraint.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice thick, his fists curling at his sides.

It was strange, he looked like he wanted to touch me but held back. As if he didn’t want to scare me off too soon.

I started slowly, running both hands along the hard length of him. His shaft throbbed beneath my touch, and the feeling… It was electric. Somehow, impossibly, I liked it.

My lower lip trembled as heat surged through me. My nipples stiffened beneath my gown, the thin fabric suddenly too light, too sheer. I’d worn it hoping to make a good first impression.

Now I was on my knees, palming the CEO’s cock, with no intention of stopping. I leaned forward and slid him into my mouth.

His breath hitched.

I took him deeper, pushing until the head of his cock nudged the back of my throat. I bit down gently, grazing him with my teeth, and his groan rumbled from deep in his chest.

“Oh, yeah. Come on, baby,” he growled, teeth clenched as one hand flew to my hair, gripping tight.

I pulled back to breathe, saliva coating his length. I licked him clean, swirling my tongue around the tip. Then I sucked again, harder this time. The sounds coming from him… they drove me mad.

“You know what you’re doing, baby,” he panted. “I love the way you handle me!”

His filthy praise only spurred me on.

I urged him to stand. When he did, I took him back into my mouth, letting him guide the pace with slow, eager thrusts. His hands gripped my head, hips moving faster as his need built to a frenzy.

My fingers dug into the firm muscles of his thighs as I struggled to take him deeper, choking slightly, but refusing to stop.

“Ummm!” It was the only sound I could make as his cock filled every inch of my mouth, my throat tightening around him.

My vision blurred. Everything spun like I was caught in a fever dream. My body throbbed with heat and strange pleasure. I felt wild. Reckless. Alive.

“Baby, I’m coming!” he shouted, his voice rough and desperate. “Hang on—I'm almost there!”

And then he came.

Hot, thick jets filled my mouth. I barely had time to swallow before he staggered back, his breath ragged, eyes dazed.

I remained on my knees, panting, shaken to my core. Was this real? Had that really just happened?

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, heart thudding. My body trembled, not from fear, but from everything I never expected to feel.

I had just met my boss.

And already, he had me completely undone.