I’m alone in my office when I hear the door click open. My breath catches. He stands there, tall and imposing, his dark eyes locked onto me with an intensity that makes my pulse race. I’ve never seen him look at me like this before—not with disapproval, not with indifference, but with something far more dangerous.
“You were caught,” he says, his voice low, controlled. “Playing with yourself in my office.”
I should be ashamed. I should apologize. But the way he’s watching me—like he’s imagining every detail—makes my skin burn. He steps closer, and I realize this isn’t about discipline.
It’s about wanting every inch of his body.
He’s never been a man who follows rules. And right now, he doesn’t seem inclined to start.
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