Sophia My head jerked back, hands gripping the edge of the counter so tight my knuckles hurt. A broken moan slipped past my lips as Damian's fingers moved deeper, harder, making my body quake."F–fuck," I breathed out, heat rushing through me, my chest rising and falling like I couldn't catch my breath.I was supposed to be eating. That was why we came to the kitchen. But what started as teasing had quickly turned into this and truth be told, I didn't mind. I didn't mind his hands on me. I didn't mind the way he made me forget food even existed.His hand moved up, squeezing my breast through the fabric of my top. His voice came low, rough against my ear. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"God, yes. I liked it too much. Liked it so much I felt like I was going to lose myself any second. But the words stuck in my throat, my body betraying me with moans instead."Hmm?" His voice pressed again, his fingers driving deeper, making me gasp out loud. "Do you like it, baby girl?"My body an
SophiaI checked my phone for the time. Again. 4:26 p.m. God, this day was dragging.The screen dimmed and I let out a quiet sigh. We were still at the second-to-last location, and the staff here wouldn't stop talking. Every answer turned into a story, every story led to more questions. I tried to smile through it, jotting things down and nodding like I was fully present.But I wasn't. My mind was somewhere else—someone else.Every tick of the clock pulled me closer to his office. To Damian.His message still buzzed at the back of my mind.I bit my lip."You okay?" Nessa asked beside me."Huh?""You've been checking your phone like every two minutes," she said, squinting at me with a teasing grin. "Got somewhere to be?"I forced a smile, shaking my head. "Not really. Just exhausted."Nessa groaned dramatically. "Same. Let's pray Mia won't be breathing down our necks for that report first thing tomorrow."I let out a weak laugh, nodding.But Mia wasn't my problem right now.We finally
Sophia "Oh my—Damian..." I moaned, my hands gripping the restroom counter's edge. Damian was on his knees, right between my legs, completely unbothered by the situation or the risk."You're going to get us caught," I hissed through clenched teeth, trying not to whimper, clasping a hand over my mouth.His dark eyes flicked up, full of wicked satisfaction. "Then you better be quiet, princess," he said, voice husky. "But I won't make it easy for you."My legs trembled. My head hit the mirror softly, and I bit my lip so hard I thought I might draw blood. I could barely hear anything over the rushing in my ears—but somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered the dinner table. My father. The closed door."What if he notices we're gone?" I gasped, barely able to keep my voice steady.Damian didn't even pause. "Let him notice," he murmured against my skin. "Let him wonder what's keeping us. Maybe he'll figure it out. Maybe he won't. But you... you'll remember every second of this."My eye
Sophia I flipped through the stack of files in front of me, nodding as Mia paced slowly across the room, pointing at figures and timelines on the projector screen explaining the next phase of the project to us.But I wasn't absorbing much of it. My phone buzzed again for the third time.I'd already checked it twice, each time met with a message from Damian that sent heat crawling up my neck and down my spine. They weren't just texts—they were trouble. The kind that lived rent-free in my thoughts long after the screen went dark.I peeked at it again, thumb hovering over the screen. Just a glance, I told myself."I mean, unless your phone is giving the presentation, Sophia..." Mia's voice cut in, laced with gentle sarcasm but still firm enough to make my spine straighten. "The door's right there if you've got something more interesting to attend to."Heat rushed to my face. "S-sorry," I murmured, clicking my phone to silent and tucking it far into the pocket of my blazer. "I'm here. I'
DamianMy head tilted back against the chair, eyes slipping shut as I exhaled through gritted teeth. She was making it impossible to think.Mia had only just stepped out—something about checking a file from the other department. We'd just wrapped up the briefing, everything normal and professional... until the door closed and Sophia stayed behind.Her touch had been innocent at first. A brush of her hand. A glance. Then, just like that, she decided to test how far she could push me.Now here I was, jaw clenched, pulse pounding like war drums in my chest as she moved with a rhythm that was far too practiced for her own good."You're going to drive me insane," I muttered under my breath, barely able to form the words.Her eyes met mine for a split second—mischievous, glowing with that quiet fire I was learning to crave. She knew exactly what she was doing. And worse... she knew the effect she had on me."Don't start something you can't finish," I warned, voice rough.But the little smil
SophiaI stared at my screen, pretending to focus, but all I could think about was Damian and the what he said.If you don't want an audience, be a good girl and come to my office.How was I supposed to stand up and just walk into his office when Mia—his ever-so-grumpy secretary—was still at her desk? Not to mention my new colleagues scattered around, typing away or moving between cubicles. I wasn't exactly invisible here."Ugh," Nessa muttered from the next desk, flipping through a pile of papers. "I hate these forms. I'll go drop them in Mr. Damian's office for signing."My head snapped up—too fast. "I'm heading toward the restroom. Want me to help with that?" I asked, already rising from my seat.Nessa blinked, surprised but not suspicious. "Seriously? Sure, if you don't mind."I smiled and reached for the folder, steadying my breath. "I don't. It's on the way anyway."She handed me the stack without a second thought, murmuring a soft thank you before turning back to her screen.I