CHAPTER 3

ARIA

My orgasm ripped through me so hard I screamed, legs shaking, hands fisting his white hair like I was trying to survive.

He didn’t stop.

Not until I was twitching, oversensitive, drenched.

He stood, mouth shiny, eyes glowing.

“You still think this isn’t real?” he asked, licking his lips.

I couldn’t even speak.

He leaned in.

Kissed me again.

I tasted myself on his tongue.

“Next time,” he whispered, dragging his thumb over my spit-slick bottom lip, “I fuck you on this desk.”

Then he smiled.

The door clicked.

Unlocked.

And just like that…

He sat down behind his desk and picked up a pen.

Like nothing...