My breath caught. The room felt tighter. I found my hands coming together in front of me to wring and twist.

“Eventually, it comes out,” he drawled. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t even angry. But something in the way he said it made my stomach tie itself into a knot.

I smoothed a hand over my blouse and forced a calm smile. “Anything else you need from me?” But he didn’t answer me other than to stand in front of me, which felt intimidating.

Everything inside of me screamed for me to run down the hall and hide, to get away from him before he confronted me and told me that he’d seen the picture and he knew my secret.

“I have a secret, Savannah,” he growled low in his chest, but the panic in mine wouldn’t let up. I was freaking out, sweaty palms, hot face, sweaty pits, and all I could think was that my world was about to change.

“You do?” I muttered as he stepped closer, and I watched his eyes turn inky black.

“I do,” he purred, and his hand reached up, wrapped around the back side of my neck, and fisted in my hair.

I yelped in surprise as he pulled slightly so that my neck was exposed and my head arched back, and he leaned in and bit my skin gently.

“I want you, right here, right now.”

“But…” I protested. “The walls are literally glass…”

His lips and tongue moved against my pulse point unraveling me, melting the anxious tension, forcing my fingers to reach out and tremble over his chest.

“All the more reason to hurry before my team returns from their meeting…”

The office felt like a sauna as Dominic’s words and actions sent shockwaves through me. I was both terrified and aroused, torn between the need to flee and the desire to submit to his command. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the muffled sounds of the office around us.

“Dominic,” I managed to gasp out between shallow breaths, “we can’t…someone might…see us.”

Dominic’s reply was a low growl of: “I know.” His breath warm against my ear. His other hand found its way to my thigh, sliding upward and pushing the fabric of my skirt out of the way. “It’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t deny it. The risk of being caught, the sheer audacity of our actions, was intoxicating. My body betrayed me, responding to his touch despite my better judgment screaming at me to stop. I moaned as his fingers explored further, finding the dampness between my legs.

“Let me eat that pussy of yours,” he whispered as he roughly pushed my panties aside and his fingers entered me in one swift stroke. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it felt too good to push him away. I was already lost in the moment.

Nothing about this was right, or good, or holy, but Dominic Knight was everything I wanted in a man—bold, daring, spontaneous, stable, and mature. And he was the father of my children, like it or not. I stopped trying to reason with myself a long time ago and decided in this moment to throw caution to the wind.

His hand pushed me backward until my calves pressed against the front of the sofa near the windows in his office. I sat, but as I did, he hiked my skirt up and reached under it, tugging my panties down, which promptly vanished into his pocket.

As much as I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy this without fear, I had to keep my eyes open, scanning the area outside his glass office walls for movement. Even when his face dove between my thighs and his hands spread my legs wide.

It was both terrifying and exhilarating, knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment and catch us in this compromising position. But the risk only seemed to heighten my arousal, making me wetter and more desperate for his touch. Dominic’s tongue danced deliciously between my folds, skillfully teasing me into a frenzy. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as his mouth worked its magic. My back arched against the sofa, my hand gripping the armrest as if my life depended on it. It felt too good to stop now, no matter the consequences.

The room spun around me as the pleasure built within me, and I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. Dominic sensed my escalating arousal and increased his pace, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring me closer to the edge of ecstasy. My nails dug into the leather sofa armrest, leaving behind half-moon imprints as I struggled to remain silent. A high-pitched whimper escaped my lips, but Dominic seemed to relish it, redoubling his efforts.

“Oh God,” I breathed, but it came out as a strangled moan. “Dominic…I’m…I’m…”

His response was a growl of satisfaction against my center before I started to jolt. His tongue lapped at my sensitive bud, while his fingers thrust inside of me, curling around to find my sweet spot. My body convulsed and twitched. I hissed and spat through my clenched jaw, restraining myself from screaming at top volume, and when the waves started to slow, I found myself breathless.

Dominic rose up on his knees with his hands on his belt buckle and freed his dick from the cotton prison in which it was confined. I let my eyes shut briefly as he nudged my knees wider again and moved in for the kill.

His hands gripped my hips roughly as he positioned himself at my entrance. “God you taste amazing…Now let me feel you…” His hips thrust forward, sinking his full length until I was squirming in pleasure again.

There was no time to catch my breath; he was already moving, driving into me with a primal urgency that sent my senses reeling. All I could feel was the delicious friction of our bodies colliding, the building pressure coiling deep inside me again.

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to formulate any other response. “Faster…Harder.” He obliged without hesitation, plunging intome with even more force. It took my breath away, and I knew I would come again.

I reached down and lifted the hem of his shirt up, holding his tie out of the way so it wouldn’t get messy, and he smirked at me as he said, “Say something really nasty to me.”

“I want to feel you dripping out of me while I’m taking notes,” I mewled, and it seemed to do the trick. His hips wavered only briefly before he quickened the pace.