**Megan’s POV**

“Nobody’s there, Megan,” Alexander said, his voice low, flirty, his hazel eyes locked on mine, his middle finger still inside me, making my body shake, my loud moan echoing in his office.

My heart pounded, my hands trembling on his shoulders, the door’s rattle fading, just my nerves, no one outside. The frosted glass walls hid us, the city view dim, his desk hard against my back, my black dress hiked up, my panties gone, my fear and desire crashing together.

“You ...