Every sound she makes, every choked sob, every gasp of my name, feeds the fire in my loins.
I slide a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit.
I rub in hard, fast circles.
“Cum for me,” I order. “Now.”
Her back arches violently as she shatters, her cunt clamping down so hard I see stars.
The sheer pressure tears my own release from me.
I drive in one last time, spilling into the condom with a roar, biting her shoulder to muffle the sound.
Every pulse of my cock draws another tremor from her.
From me.
Then I collapse on her.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Then I pull out carefully. Deal with the condom. Toss it in the small wastebasket near the desk.
When I turn back, she’s sitting up. Her hair is a mess. Her lips are swollen. And not just the lips on her face. She looks thoroughly fucked and absolutely beautiful.
Outside, the rain continues to hammer the windows. Inside, I’m with the woman I thought I’d lost forever, and for the first time in five years, I can think clearly.
And that’s exactly the problem.
Because I’m thinkingtooclearly now.
Post-orgasm clarity is a bitch, and it’s showing me all the ways I just fucked up the one good thing I’ve managed to build in the last couple of weeks.
I’m her employer. She’s my employee. We have a contract. A professional relationship. Foundation funding and regulatory scrutiny all hinging on the credibility of this pilot program.
And I just bent her over my desk like some kind of asshole who can’t keep his hands to himself.
Fuck.
“Amara,” I say quietly, pulling on my pants.
She lifts her head. Her eyes are still soft, still trusting, and that makes what I’m about to say even worse.
“We can’t do this again.”
The words land like a slap. I watch her expression shift from contentment to confusion to something harder.
“Excuse me?” she says.
I force myself to continue. “Not while you’re working for me. It brings up too many problems. Ethics violations. Power dynamics.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, covering her breasts. “You could have thought of thatbeforeyou fucked me on your desk,” she says flatly.
The barb hits exactly where she aimed it.
But you kissed me first,I want to argue. Because she did.
But I’m the one who escalated. I could have stopped. Should have.
