The sound of the slamming door echoed in the small office, a gunshot in the sudden, deafening silence. Chloe was still bent over the desk, her heart pounding a frantic, terrified rhythm. They had been caught. Or almost caught. It was the same thing.

Ethan didn’t seem to care. He was a man possessed, a man driven by a lust so pure and so raw that it obliterated everything else. He was still hard, his cock a thick, demanding presence against her.

“Now,” he growled, his voice a low, ...