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“Shit!” I drop to my knees, scrambling to gather the mess.

“I’m sorry.” A deep, familiar voice.

Connor.

Of course, it had to be him. He bends down to help me.

“It’s fine.” I keep my eyes off him, concentrating solely on gathering the scattered papers. Why did he have to be the one I literally ran into today?

“Let me help.” He reaches for a paper near my knee.

I snatch it away quickly. “I’ve got it.”

We work in tense silence, and I can feel his eyes on me as I rearrange the papers. Finally, everything is collected. I stand on trembling legs, clutching the papers to my chest like a shield.

“Here.” Connor holds out the folders with his hand.

The hand that pinned my hands above my head. My body responds immediately, a familiar warmth spreading between my legs. I grab the folders and turn around to go.

“Didn’t you want to get in the elevator?”

“Uhm…”

“There’s enough space.”

I walk backward inside the elevator and press the button, trying to ignore the thoughts coursing through my brain. Shouldn’t he be hiding in his server room?

The second the elevator door closes, I feel his chest against my back.

“Blue.” Connor grips my hips, guiding me against his growing arousal, his teeth nipping at my ear.

A soft moan escapes me, and I’m back to yesterday. The way he felt inside me. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.

“We’re… at work… I can’t…” My body betrays me, grinding against his cock wantonly.

His lips trail kisses down the side of my neck. “Have a little fun.”

I can’t deny it. Being near him is like an addiction I can’t kick. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right in the moment.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Let them watch,” he growls, nipping at my earlobe.

And just like that, my tenuous restraint snaps. I turn in his arms, my folders pressed between us, meeting his kiss. We stumble back against the elevator wall, his hands cupping my face while his tongue explores my mouth.

“I need you, Blue. Right now.” His voice is rough with desire.

My resolve weakens at his words. But the ding of the elevator jolts me back to reality.

I move away, adjusting my clothes. “I have to go. The VIPs will be here any minute.”

How on earth am I going to survive working with Connor Milton? He just needs to look at me, and I’m puddy.

The day passes in a blur of chaos and stress. Two additional groups check in. Karen calls me in a panic about a reservation mistake, and a pipe bursts on the fourth floor, flooding three guest rooms. I manage phone calls, coordinate with different departments, and handle various crises as they arise. It’s exhausting.

All I want is a hot bath, a bowl of ramen, mindless TV, and to forget about the world for a while.

By the time I finally step out of the office and arrive home, the sun has long since set, and I’m completely drained. My feet ache from running around all day, and my eyes burn from staring at my computer screen.

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