CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

~ Stephano

The second I heard those heels clicking outside my office, my cock twitched like it had fucking sonar.

One month.

One goddamn month without seeing her, hearing her voice, or smelling that intoxicating perfume she always wore, citrusy, heady, and maddening.

I should’ve felt relieved. Peaceful. Free.

But instead?

I was hard before she even opened the door.

I kept my eyes on the document in front of me, pretending I didn’t feel her presence. Pretending I didn’t know it was her. My temporary secretary didn’t even have to announce her, my body already knew. My cock sure as hell did. It swelled behind my zipper...