LILA'S POV

I arrived at Mr. Voss’s private office the next evening exactly as instructed — wearing only a long black coat over my naked body. The silk lining brushed teasingly against my bare breasts and freshly shaved pussy with every step. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it between my thighs. The blackmail had evolved into something far more addictive and I was no longer just afraid of exposure. I craved the danger. I craved him.

The door was unlocked. I moved inside and locked it behind me. Mr. Voss was sitting behind his massive desk, his jacket off and sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the...