Kelsey’s POV

“You are going to sit at my table. You are going to look my daughter in the eye. And whenever I call you into this room... you are going to come.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and quiet, mixing with the scent of his cologne.

Before I could say anything, his hand slid under the waistband of my shorts. His fingers pushed past my underwear, parting me, and slid straight inside me in one deep, smooth motion.

“Ah—!”

A sharp gasp escaped my throat, echoing off the walls. My back arched off the desk, my head falling back as a wave of heat rushed through me....