Behind Closed Doors

Growing up, I had seen Mr. Luca on magazine covers, surrounded by rumors that he’d never marry and had no heir to leave his empire to. Now, after a month of working in his office, taking in his broad chest and commanding presence, I had to admit he looked far too good for forty-eight. But who was I? A twenty-three-year-old intern, secretly pining for the boss.

Oh Kayda, what are you thinking? Why would a man like him ever look twice at you?

I grabbed a stack of files to drop off in his office, totally unprepared for what was waiting on the other side of that door.

I froze, unable to process what I was seeing. Mr. Luca was at his desk, pleasure-bound, with my I*******m photos pulled up on his screen. Was he actually into me? God.

The door clicked shut. The files hit the floor with a soft thud, my heart leaping straight into my throat.

Mr. Luca looked up, and he wasn’t looking at me like a boss anymore. He was looking at me like he’d been holding his breath for a month. All the rumors about him being untouchable vanished in an instant.

"Kayda," his voice was rough, quiet. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Everything after that happened in a blur—sudden, overwhelming, yet completely fulfilling. I should’ve backed away, but when he stepped closer, control snapped. His hands were warm as he reached for me, desperate and claiming. When he kissed me, I melted into it; I had imagined this too many times to lie to myself now.

He lifted me effortlessly, spinning me around until my back hit the cold wall. The contrast made me gasp. My cardigan hit the floor, followed by his suit jacket. His mouth pressed hard against mine before trailing down my neck. He bit down—a sharp sting that instantly yielded to a wave of heat—whispering my name like a confession. I had to bite my lip to choke back a quiet moan, acutely aware of the whole floor right outside that door.

His lips moved lower, devouring my breast, biting and sucking my nipple while his hand mercilessly pinched the other, sending a surge of wetness straight down between my thighs.

Without warning, two thick fingers thrust inside me. I gasped, clinging to him as he sank to his knees. His hands worked in a furious rhythm while his thumb circled my clit. He pressed deeper, driving a third finger in, making me writhe against the wall.

Then came the cool, agonizing touch of his lips. Mr. Luca bathed me in heat and slick friction, his tongue working over me with deliberate precision. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as an electric surge made me feel entirely alive.

When he finally brought me down to the couch, the CEO mask was completely gone. Just Luca. Just a man who wanted me, and who I wanted back, even though we both knew this was dangerous.

The city lights glimmered behind the lowered blinds. Every touch felt like a secret we weren’t supposed to keep—and for the first time, I wasn’t Kayda the intern. I was his.