The broad head of Alexander’s cock stretched me open in one slow, deliberate push.

I was still bent over his desk, dress shoved up to my waist, panties stretched uselessly around my thighs, palms flat against the cold glass. The city sprawled beneath us like it belonged to him. My tits were bare, nipples tight and aching from how roughly he’d handled them. And now he was sinking into me raw again—thick, hot, relentless—while the door to the CEO’s office remained unlocked.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my ear, voice low and rough. “Still so tight. Still soaked from last night.” He bottomed out with a wet slap of skin, balls...