LAYLA’S POV The memory of the night before was a live wire under my skin, humming with equal parts shame and a dark, thrilling power. I hadn’t just been with Michael in his office after dark. I had been a thief in his arms.The plan had formed in a desperate, silent flash as he’d kissed me, his hands already pulling at my clothes. His sleek, encrypted work laptop sat open on the conference table, discarded in his hurry to have me. As I climbed onto his lap, as I sank down onto him with a gasp that was only half-performance, my own pocket was within reach. While he was buried inside me, while his mouth was hot on my neck and his grip was tight on my hips, my fingers had found the zipper. I’d fumbled, breathless, for the sleek shape of Miller’s pen drive.His eyes had been closed, his head thrown back in pleasure. “Layla…” he’d groaned, the sound raw.That was my moment. My body moving over his, I’d reached past his shoulder, my arm trembling not just from the rhythm he set. The USB po
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