SARAH

I walked into Damien's office at exactly 7:30 p.m., the door clicking shut behind me like a lock on my fate. The space was dim—only the desk lamp and the glow from the city lights streaming through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Skyscrapers twinkled below, people in offices across the street potentially glancing up at any moment. My heart raced at the thought, but that only made the ache between my legs worse. I'd been wet all day, panties soaked through by noon just from replaying last night's "review"—his fingers twisting inside me, that filthy praise making me cum harder than Alex ever had.

Damien sat at his desk, sleeves...