Chapter 2
Damien
The engine purred beneath me, but my mind wasn’t on the road.
I should’ve been furious, livid, even, at what I’d caught. My cleaner, of all people, pressed against my office wall, shamelessly fingering herself while I… while I pleasured myself. I should’ve fired her on the spot. Humiliated her.
But instead, every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was the way her hips rocked on her own hand, desperate and raw. The way her lips trembled around her moans, the way she tried to bite them back but failed.
Fuck.
I tightened my grip on the wheel, my c**k twitching at the memory. I was supposed to be disgusted, but the truth was far worse, I wanted to know how it would feel if that hadn’t been her fingers, but me, If she’d been grinding her wet p***y on my c**k, milkin
