Mia’s POV

I knew I was trapped.

And I didn’t want out anymore.

The thought used to make me sick. Now it made me wet. I spent the day at my desk pretending to review case files while my mind replayed every moment Voss had taken from me. The under desk blowjob during his client call. The way his fingers curled inside me while he discussed depositions like I wasn’t there. The restaurant table. The boardroom. I had stopped fighting it. I wanted the next step. I wanted him to finish what he started.

I arrived at his corner office at eight sharp.

The building was mostly empty. Lights off...