CHLOE'S POV

“Ryan. Open the door or I’m calling security.”

Karen’s voice cut through the wood, sharp and impatient. The doorknob rattled hard.

Ryan stared down at me, still on my knees, his cock wet and throbbing right in front of my mouth. The mask had slipped. There was no more pretending. Shock, lust, and panic warred on his face.

I didn’t give him time to decide.

I stripped the jacket and the ruined red lace off in two quick moves and slipped naked under the heavy oak desk. The space was tight and warm and smelled like his skin. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock...