The office hummed, a dull thrum under the fluorescent lights. Sarah adjusted her skirt, the silk stretching taut over her thighs. No panties today. She liked the feel of the fabric against her skin.

Or maybe not. Mr. Devereaux had a way of looking at her. A slow, knowing gaze that trailed down her curves, making her skin prickle. She’d always wanted him. Every crisp white shirt, every tie loosened at the end of a long day. He was sharp, commanding, and she imagined, even naughtier than her.

Today was big. The promotion she’d been eyeing. Her chance to step up.

She walked into his office, heels clicking a confident...