My breath caught in my throat.

Time froze.

The toy was still deep inside me. My legs were still spread wide, skirt pushed up, soaked and exposed. I couldn’t move my body locked in place, caught between panic and pulsing, unbearable arousal.

Luke’s eyes didn’t flinch. He stared straight at me, at all of me. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared.

Then slowly, deliberately he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

Click.

This time, he locked it.

My pulse thundered in my ears.

He said nothing at first. Just stalked toward me like a predator who’d finally cornered his prey. His gaze was fire dark, devouring, unapologetically male.

He stopped right in front of my desk, his hands planted on the surface as he leaned forward. “You’ve been playing with yourself in here while moaning my name, sweetheart?”

I tried to speak. I couldn’t.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” I whispered, throat dry. “I.. I couldn’t help it…”

A dark smirk curved on his lips. “Is that how desperate you are for me?” His eyes dropped again to where the toy was still buried inside me. “And this pathetic plastic thing is what you thought could satisfy you?”

I let out a shaky breath. His voice was low, rough, dripping with control. My whole body trembled.

“Take your hands off it,” he ordered, stepping around the desk slowly, like he owned the space like he already owned me. “Now.”

I did.

“Keep your legs open. Don’t move.”

I stayed still, panting, as he came to stand right between my spread thighs.

His hand reached down and wrapped around the base of the toy. He pulled it out excruciatingly slow, watching my every reaction how my lips parted, how my hips twitched for more. He held it up, inspecting it, then tossed it onto the floor like it was trash.

“You want to be fucked, Sally?” His voice was low, dangerous, delicious.

“Yes,” I breathed. “By you.”

He smirked.

“Then you’ll take it how I give it. And you’ll remember no toy, no daydream, no fantasy…” he leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear, “…will ever feel like this again.”

My breath stuttered as Luke leaned closer, his hands gripping my thighs like he owned them like he’d been waiting for this moment just as badly as I had. His mouth hovered over mine, but he didn’t kiss me. Not yet.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he murmured. “Thought you were being subtle, didn’t you?”

My cheeks flushed, but I couldn’t deny it.

“I should fire you,” he growled against my jaw, his breath hot. “But fuck… the way you’re spread out for me, dripping, needy—” his hand slid between my legs, two fingers trailing over my wetness “ how can I resist?”

I gasped as he teased my entrance with just the tip of his fingers, then pushed inside slow and deliberate.

“God,” I whimpered, clenching around him.

“You like that?” he rasped, watching my face closely as he curled his fingers just right.

I nodded helplessly, my body writhing for more.

“I’m not gentle,” he warned, voice rough. “You fantasize about me? Then you fantasize about being ruined.”

Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees.

One strong hand kept my thighs spread wide, the other gripped the edge of the desk for balance as his mouth found me. He didn’t ease into it he devoured me. Tongue licking, sucking, circling my clit like he already knew every sensitive spot.

I threw my head back with a cry, hands flying to his hair, grinding against his mouth shamelessly.

He groaned into me, the sound vibrating against my core. “Taste better than I imagined,” he said between licks.

I was close again, fast so close my legs started to tremble.

“Luke please”

He pulled back, eyes glinting with wicked satisfaction. “No. You’ll cum when I tell you.”

He rose to his feet, towering over me, undoing his belt in one smooth move.

I could barely breathe.

He pulled his cock free thick, hard, perfect and gave me a look that made my stomach drop in the best way.

“Turn around,” he commanded. “Hands on the desk. Ass up.”

I obeyed on instinct, heart pounding, knees shaky with need.

“Look at you,” he muttered behind me, palming my ass. “So ready to be fucked by your boss.”

The next second, he slammed into me deep, hard, no mercy.

I screamed out his name, nails digging into the desk as he set a brutal rhythm, every thrust hitting that perfect spot.

“You’ve been teasing me for months and didn’t even know it,” he growled, gripping my hips. “Now you’ll take every inch. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

And I did.

Over and over.

Until I was moaning incoherently, begging, unraveling under him.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, voice tight with control.

And I did shaking, crying out, walls pulsing around him as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

He followed with a low groan, hips jerking as he spilled into me, his fingers digging into my waist, keeping me flush against him like he couldn’t bear to let go.

For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing heavy, ragged, desperate.

Then he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

“You’re mine now, Sally,” he whispered. “You’ve always been mine.”