Chapter 7

Alex’s blood ran cold the second his assistant’s voice crackled through the intercom. “Jordan Hale is here to see you, Mr. Rivera. They say it’s regarding the Riverside project revisions.”

He stared at the closed door of his sleek corner office, pulse thundering. This was reckless. Insane. Jordan knew the rules — no contact during work hours, no showing up unannounced. Yet here they were, stepping boldly into his professional world while his wedding ring still felt heavy on his finger.

“Send them in,” he replied, voice steadier than he felt.

Jordan entered carrying a professional-looking portfolio, dressed in a crisp white blouse that hugged their curves and a tight black pencil skirt that ended just above the knee. They looked every inch the competent contractor. But the moment the door clicked shut and locked, their eyes darkened with raw hunger.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Alex hissed, rising from his desk. “We agreed — no risks like this.”

Jordan set the portfolio down and sauntered closer, hips swaying. “I brought real revisions. No one will question it. But I also couldn’t wait until tonight.” They stopped inches away, breath warm against his neck. “I’ve been wet all morning thinking about your cum still inside me from yesterday. I need you. Now.”

The words hit Alex like gasoline on fire. His cock hardened instantly, straining against his tailored pants. The office was risky — glass walls with frosted sections, colleagues walking the hallway just outside, his assistant right beyond the door. Yet the danger only made the lust sharper, more addictive.

He grabbed Jordan by the waist and kissed them brutally, tongues clashing, teeth nipping. His hands roamed greedily under the skirt, discovering bare skin — no underwear. Jordan was soaked, dripping with anticipation.

“You planned this,” he growled against their mouth, sliding two thick fingers deep inside with no warning. Jordan gasped, gripping his shoulders, hips rocking shamelessly onto his hand.

“Of course I did. Fuck me on your desk, Alex. Make me walk out of here with your cum running down my thighs while you sit through meetings pretending to be the perfect husband.”

Alex’s control snapped. He spun Jordan around, bent them over the wide mahogany desk, and shoved their skirt up around their waist. Papers and a keyboard scattered to the floor. He freed his thick, veined cock — already leaking — and rubbed the swollen head through their slick folds.

“Quiet,” he warned, then thrust in to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

Both of them stifled groans. The stretch was perfect, Jordan’s pussy still slightly swollen from previous nights. Alex fucked them hard and fast, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin barely muffled. One hand clamped over Jordan’s mouth, the other gripping their hip hard enough to bruise.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he panted. “Tighter than she’s ever been. Greedier.”

Jordan moaned into his palm, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. The desk creaked dangerously. Outside, footsteps passed in the hallway. The thrill pushed Alex closer to the edge faster than he wanted.

A sharp knock sounded on the door.

“Mr. Rivera? The marketing team is ready for the 2 o’clock call in the conference room.”

Alex froze balls-deep inside Jordan, heart slamming. Jordan’s walls clenched teasingly around him, trying to make him lose control.

“Five minutes!” Alex called back, voice impressively calm. “I’m finishing something urgent.”

The footsteps retreated.

The second they were gone, Alex resumed pounding into Jordan with renewed ferocity. He reached around to rub their swollen clit in tight, fast circles. “Come for me. Right here where I close million-dollar deals.”

Jordan shattered hard, body shaking, pussy pulsing wildly around his cock as they came with a muffled scream against his hand. The intense contractions dragged Alex over the edge right after. He buried himself deep and unloaded, thick hot spurts flooding Jordan’s depths, so much that it immediately started leaking out around his shaft.

He stayed inside them for long moments, both breathing raggedly. Then he slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped down Jordan’s thighs.

Jordan stood on shaky legs, smoothed their skirt, and gave him a wicked smile. “Same hotel tonight. Don’t be late.”

They picked up the portfolio and left with careful steps, cheeks flushed, looking thoroughly fucked.

Alex collapsed into his chair, heart racing, trying to compose himself. He wiped down the desk frantically and straightened his clothes. Minutes later, his phone buzzed.

**Jordan:** *Still leaking you in the elevator. Can’t wait for round two tonight.*

The rest of the afternoon dragged in a haze of meetings where Alex struggled to focus. Every shift in his seat reminded him of what he’d done on that very desk.

When he finally got home that evening, Sarah had cooked dinner and set the table beautifully. She greeted him with a kiss, but her eyes held questions.

“You smell like hotel soap again,” she said lightly, but there was an edge underneath. “Long day?”

Alex froze for a fraction of a second. “Showered at the gym after a workout. Trying to stay healthy.”

Sarah nodded, but the small frown returned. They ate in relative silence, the tension thick. Later in bed, she curled against him, her hand drifting lower.

“I miss you,” she whispered, stroking him. “All of you.”

Alex tried to respond, but his body was exhausted and his mind was still at the hotel with Jordan. He pleased Sarah with his mouth and fingers, bringing her to orgasm, but he couldn’t get fully hard himself. The guilt gnawed deeper than ever.

As Sarah fell asleep in his arms, his phone lit up under the pillow with a new message from Jordan:

**Jordan:** *I’m touching myself again thinking about your desk. Tomorrow I want you to fuck my throat in your office.*

Alex stared at the ceiling, torn between terror and overwhelming desire.

The double life was becoming impossible to sustain.