MasukElena’s POV “Not alone,” Julian called out, voice perfectly steady. “Elena is finishing the merger notes. Give me two minutes.”My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me down. I dropped to my knees and crawled under the massive desk just as the door opened.The space was tight and dark. My bare knees pressed into the thick carpet. My skirt was still wrinkled from where he had shoved it up earlier. The taste of him still coated my tongue. I could hear my own breathing and hated how loud it sounded.Isabella’s heels clicked across the floor. “You’ve been up here for hours. The driver is waiting. We have dinner with the board.”“I know.” Julian’s voice came from above me, calm and cold. “The numbers needed a final pass.”I stayed perfectly still. My cheek nearly brushed the front of his trousers. He was still half hard. The outline of him strained against the fabric right in front of my face. The risk of her finding me like this made fresh
Elena’s POV “Lock it now.”My hand moved before my brain caught up. The soft click of the bolt sliding home sounded final. Dangerous. I turned back around and found Julian already closing the distance.“You touched yourself out there,” he said. “I could see it on your face the second you walked back in. Your mouth was still open like you were trying not to make noise.”Heat flooded my cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Liar.” He stopped in front of me, close enough that the front of his trousers brushed my skirt. “You came with my name in your head. Say it.”I swallowed. “Julian.”His hand slid to my waist and turned me until my back hit the edge of his desk. Papers shifted under my palms. He pressed one thigh between mine and the hard line of his cock rubbed exactly where I was still sensitive and wet.“That’s better,” he murmured. “Now tell me how you did it. Slow or fast. Fingers or just the heel of your hand. I want every detail.”My voice came out shaky. “Two fin
Elena’s POV “Stay late again, Elena.”Julian Crowe’s voice hit me the second I stepped into his corner office. Low. Rough. Like he already knew I would say yes.“I have plans,” I said, even though we both knew that was a lie. My only plan was going home to an empty apartment and trying not to think about him.He didn’t look up from the contract spread across his desk. The top two buttons of his black shirt were open. His tie hung loose around his neck. The sight of that bare strip of throat made my stomach tighten.“Cancel them.”I closed the door harder than I meant to. The click sounded too loud in the quiet floor. Everyone else had left hours ago. Only the two of us remained on the thirty-second floor of Crowe Tower.“You can’t keep doing this,” I said. “People already talk.”His dark eyes finally lifted. They moved over me slow, from the cheap black heels I wore to the pencil skirt that hugged my hips, then higher to the blouse that always felt too tight under his stare.“Let the
“You’re late.”Rook’s voice met me the second I stepped through the unlocked door. The shop was dark except for the single light over the client chair. He stood there already hard, jeans open, cock in his hand, stroking slow while he watched me.“I almost didn’t come,” I said.“But you did.” He nodded at my clothes. “Off. All of it. I want you bare when I finish this piece.”I stripped. Cool air tightened my nipples and brushed the healing ink high on my inner thigh. He pointed to the chair. I climbed on and spread without being told. He rolled between my legs, snapped on gloves, and set the machine buzzing. The needle touched the last unfinished section of the thigh piece. Pain flared bright. At the same time his free hand slid two fingers straight into me.“Still wet the second you walk in here. Even with the threat hanging over you.”He worked the needle and his fingers in the same ruthless rhythm. Every vibration traveled straight to where he stretched me. I came fast, clenching a
“Tell him you’re working late again or I hit send.”Rook’s message arrived while Mark and I sat on the couch watching some show I could not focus on. My phone stayed face down on my thigh. The new ink high on my inner thigh still burned under my jeans. Every time I shifted I felt the ghost of the needle and the memory of Rook’s cum leaking out of me afterward.I typed under the blanket.“Please don’t.”“Then get in the car. Shop is empty. Door unlocked. You have twenty minutes.”I stood up. Mark looked over. “Everything okay?”“Client crisis. I have to go in.” The lie came easier now. That scared me more than the threat.I drove with the windows down because my skin felt too hot. Rook was waiting in the dark shop. The second I stepped inside he locked the door and pushed me against it.“Jeans off. I want to see my work.”I shoved them down. Cool air hit the fresh tattoo on my inner thigh. He dropped to his knees, spread me open with both hands, and dragged his tongue over the inflamed
“Cancel whatever you have with him tonight. You’re coming to me.”Rook’s text landed while I stood in the kitchen watching Mark chop vegetables for dinner. The bruise on my ribs still ached under my shirt. I could feel the ghost of Rook’s teeth every time I breathed. My phone stayed hidden against my thigh as I typed back.“He’s making dinner. I can’t just leave.”The reply came in seconds.“Then tell him work called. Or I send him the photos of my cum leaking out of you. Your choice, Lena.”My stomach dropped. He had pictures. Of course he did. The ones I sent. The ones he took while I was still open and messy on his counter. Heat flooded my face and between my legs at the same time. Shame and want twisted together until I could barely stand still.I looked at Mark’s back. Soft. Safe. The man who had never once made me feel like my skin was too tight. Then I heard myself speak.“Work emergency. Client needs revisions tonight. I might be late.”Mark turned and smiled that easy smile t







