Each thrust pushed me forward. I gripped the edge of the table, pushing back against him.

“Quiet, Nova,” he whispered. “Or the whole firm will know what a slut you are for me.”

His words sent heat through me. I came again, biting my arm to stay silent. He followed soon after, groaning my name low.

We cleaned up fast. He fixed my skirt while I buttoned my blouse. Our eyes met. The chemistry crackled between us, stronger than before.

“This can’t keep happening,” I said.

He smirked. “Tell that to your pussy next time it gets wet for me.”

I left the conference room first, legs shaky, his cum...