Jace couldn’t sleep.
It had been forty-two hours since he f****d Lily over his desk, and he could still smell her perfume on his clothes. Still feel her tight around him, her body writhing, her moans echoing off the glass walls like a filthy confession. He had cleaned the office twice—thoroughly. It didn’t help. The memory was burned into the wood grain, into his skin, into his mind.
He’d crossed a line. Not just professionally, but morally, personally. She was twenty-two. His boss’s daughter. The one girl in the entire building—hell, in the entire world—he should’ve never touched. Yet when she whispered “don’t make a sound,” he hadn’t moved. He’d frozen like a man caught between death and orgasm.
And now he was waiting for the fallout.
But it never came.
No call from HR. No furious m
