My breath caught in my throat.
Time froze.
The toy was still deep inside me. My legs were still spread wide, skirt pushed up, soaked and exposed. I couldn’t move my body locked in place, caught between panic and pulsing, unbearable arousal.
Luke’s eyes didn’t flinch. He stared straight at me, at all of me. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared.
Then slowly, deliberately he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
Click.
This time, he locked it.
My pulse thundered in my ears.
He said nothing at first. Just stalked toward me like a predator who’d finally cornered his prey. His gaze was fire dark, devouring, unapologetically male.
He stopped right in front of my desk, his hands planted on the surface as he leaned forward. “You’ve been playing with yourself in here while moaning m
