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“Do you ever think about me when you touch yourself?” I whisper into her ear.

She shudders without response.

“You’ll start to,” I promise her. “But it’s never going to be as good as the real thing.”

She whimpers as I take her hand and bring it to my lips, sucking the taste of her off her fingers. Then I replace her fingers with my own, feeling the shape and stretch of her. It might be a tight fit, but she’s already soaked.

She starts panting and moaning my name as I circle her clit, but I don’t want her there just yet. I pull my hand back and bring it under her chin, tipping her face up for better access to her mouth. Her body jerks against mine, desperate for the friction of release.

I push her down so she’s lying on the desk and pull her hips to the edge. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I pull down my own pants. She bites her lips when she sees my cock, making me desperately want to know what it would feel like to have her lips around it. For now, though, I just want to make her feel good.

I position myself at her entrance, easing inside her as fast as I dare. I was right. She’s unbelievably tight. She gasps at the size of me while I do everything I can not to come the second I’m in her. Goddamn, she feels so good around me. I swear I go to another dimension for a few seconds.

Then her hips rise to meet me and instinct takes over. Her hands grip the edge of my desk, the tie still hanging around my neck, anywhere they can find purchase. She lets out loud, satisfied moans with every thrust, until her cries of pleasure turn almost deafening.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me for all I’ve got and I trip over the edge, emptying myself deep inside her.

“Fuck Sofia, you feel so fucking perfect.”

When her breathing returns to normal, she wiggles to get out from under me.

She collects her clothes from the floor and dresses in silence, not even looking at me.

“Should we—?” I start, but she puts up a hand to stop me.

“I need to go home,” she says.

I see the conflict on her face, and I know that I’ve just made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

Even so, I can’t bring myself to regret it, even when she’s gone.

9

SOFIA

Iwake before my alarm and stare at the ceiling for a long time. The sunlight keeps brightening, and my mood keeps souring right along with it.

I can’t go into work today. There’s no reason to call out, but I physically can’t make myself get up and go. How can I face Dominic after what we did? How can I face anyone in the office? I’ll die of embarrassment. Which is a good enough reason for me.

I grab my phone off my nightstand and draft the email three times before I hit send. I have to consider how “sick” I am. It’s Thursday, so if I have a really bad fake sickness, I could stretch this into a four-day weekend. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to go back into that office, but at least this will give me some time to think.

I send the email and switch my phone to Do Not Disturb. I need time to think. Then thinking turns into remembering, and I decide I don’t really want to think after all. I want to forget. I want to pretend last night never happened.

The whole subway ride home, I tried to force myself to pretend it hadn’t happened. I kept telling myself it was just a fantasy. When lying to myself stopped working, I slid into outright denial.

I spent almost an hour in the shower, just standing there, trying not to remember. Dominic had me naked on top of his desk. He gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life. He touched me like he already knew my body inside and out.

Those were exactly the thoughts I needed to block from my mind.

Now, I toss and turn in bed, trying to fall asleep.

Except when I close my eyes, I remember the way Dominic’s face looked when he came inside me, and I bolt upright in bed. I grab a pillow and scream into it. How am I ever going to look at my boss without remembering?

So sleeping is off the table, which means I need something productive to do on my day off. Something to keep my mind off Dominic and his stupid face. I call Maya.

“Hey, babes,” she answers immediately. “Everything okay? You don’t usually call me this early.”

“I’m playing hooky from work,” I tell her casually. “I could really use a girl’s day. You in?”