AYLA
I shut the door to my office and slammed my back into it.
I was safe. I wasn't exposed here. He couldn't come in here.
I could still feel the wetness between my thighs.
I wanted him. I wanted him so much, I wanted to open the door and walk back into the boardroom and let him fill me the way only he could.
This was the result of being celibate. The result of being fucked by a man like Cassian Moretti once.
One day, your mother would remember the way he stroked and dipped, and you'd want more—maybe beg for more.
Today was mine.
I shut my eyes and inhaled sharply.
We'd met a couple of times in the past years, so what was so special about today's encounter?
He looked hotter, more confident, more in command, and… intentional.
A tap on my door snapped me out of my lust-induced thoughts.
I adjusted my dress, stepped back, and sat on my chair.
Sophia came in. "Ma'am, we have a—"
