Three days.

That's how long it had been since Claire's fingers had pushed inside me while he watched.

Since he'd taken me home, fucked me raw, and left me trembling in my bed with nothing but the memory of his touch.

And now? He went radio silence.

I checked my phone again... no new messages. My stomach twisted.

Did I do something wrong?

Had I been too loud? Too eager? Should I have fought Claire off, even cuffed?

But he wanted that. He commanded it.

I bit my lip, my fingers hovering over my phone. I'd drafted a dozen texts, deleted every one.

He should message first.

Except he hadn't.

My thighs pressed together, aching. I was drenched, my body still humming from the memory of him. Of them. I'd touched myself three times today already, making my fingers a substitute for his, but it wasn't enough. I needed him.

Before I could overthink it, l opened my clinic app and booked the first available appointment.

Reason for visit: Follow-up.

*****************

I pressed my fingers on my thighs as I sat in the waiting room, the nurse behind the desk kept glancing at me, but I didn't care. I guess she already knew why I was here.

"Lena?"

I stood, smoothing my short skirt and followed her down the hall. 

She stopped at the door. "Dr. Walsh will see you now."

Walsh?

My stomach dropped. I pushed inside anyway.

The man behind the desk wasn't Ethan.

He was older, with dark eyes that raked over me like he could already see me naked.

"Lena," he said, smiling. "Come in. Sit."

I didn't move. "Where's Dr. Cole?"

His grin widened. "Disappointed?" He leaned back in his chair. "Don't be. I'm just as... active as Ethan. Maybe even better."

A hot flush crawled up my neck.

He stood, circling the desk, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Did you like the tape?"

Fuck. I had completely forgotten about that.

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne. "I watched it. Over and over. The way you moaned. The way you rode him." His thumb brushed my lower lip. "I want a taste."

I should've slapped him. Should've walked out. But my body burned.

"You recorded us," I breathed.

"Mmm." His hand slid down my throat, over my collarbone, stopping just above my breast. "And you loved it. Didn't you?"

I swallowed hard as his fingers dipped lower, tracing the neckline of my dress. "Tell me you didn't touch yourself to it."

His palm cupped my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple through the fabric. "Tell me you don't want to know how I fuck."

I let out a whimper, and that was all the answer he needed.

In one swift motion, he spun me around, pressing me against the desk. "Ethan might've had you first," he growled, yanking my skirt up, "but I'll make sure you remember me."

His hand slid between my thighs... and fuck, I was soaked.

"Look at that," he muttered, his fingers dragging through my slickness. "Already wet for me."

I arched against him, my back pressing into his chest. "You're sick," I gasped, even as my hips rocked against his fingers.

"And you're dripping." His thumb circled my clit with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.

I should've fought. Should've shoved him away.

But my body betrayed me.

"Fuck..." I moaned slowly as his fingers plunged deeper, curling inside me in a way that made my vision blur.

Dr. Walsh chuckled against my ear. "That's exactly what I plan to do."

Before I could respond, his hands gripped my hips, spinning me around to face him. His hungry dark eyes locked onto mine as he lifted me effortlessly, tossing me onto the exam table. Medical books and files crashed to the floor in a chaotic thud, but neither of us cared.

"Look at you," he murmured, stalking forward, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. 

Then slowly, he dragged them down with his teeth, his lips brushing my inner thighs as he went. My heart hammered, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard.

He smirked up at me. "Impatient?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't, because in the next second, his mouth was on me, his tongue lapping at my slickness like he was starving.

"Oh my god..." My back arched off the table, my thighs clamping around his head.

He groaned against me, his fingers digging into my hips. "It tastes even better than you sounded on that tape."

The mention of the recording sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Had he watched it? Touched himself to it? The thought alone had me grinding against his mouth, chasing my release like a fucking addict.

But he pulled away just as I was about cuming.

"No..." I gasped, reaching for him.

"Beg for it," he ordered, unbuttoning his pants slowly. His dick sprang free, thick and already glistening at the tip. "Tell me you want it."

I bit my lip, my chest heaving. "You're a bastard."

"And you're mine now."

With one brutal thrust, he was inside me, filling me so deep I saw stars.

"Fuck!" My nails scraped down his back as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into mine with no mercy.

"Tell me," he growled, gripping my throat. "Tell me I fuck you better than he ever did."

I couldn't lie.

"Yes-yes..." I choked out, my legs locking around his waist.

"Good girl."

Then he really started moving.

"Fuck-yes... right there..." I gasped, my head tipping back.

He smirked down at me. "That's it, take it," he growled. "You love this, don't you?

Being used like this?"

I couldn't even deny it. My body was his, trembling, dripping, completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, the door swung open, a rush of cold air hit my overheated skin, and there, standing frozen in the doorway was Dr. Ethan Cole.

My blood turned to ice.

Ethan stood in the doorway, his sharp green eyes locked onto me...onto us.

I was paralyzed, my pulse hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I scrambled back on the exam table, my body still throbbing from Walsh's ruthless fucking. 

Walsh, to his credit, didn't even flinch. He just pulled out of me with a slow, filthy drag that made me whimper, tucking himself back into his pants.

Ethan stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound made me jump.

"Lena," he said calmly. "Relax."

Relax?

My mind spun. Was he angry?

Disgusted? Was this some kind of test? But then he smirked.

And Walsh chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. "Told you she'd be perfect."

Wait... what?

Ethan's gaze raked over me, taking in my flushed skin, my swollen lips, the way my skirt was still hiked up around my waist.

"How was she?" he asked Walsh, stepping closer.

Walsh grinned. "Fucking perfect. Tight, wet, loud... just like you said."

A shiver ran down my spine. They talked about me.

Ethan reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. "You okay?"

I swallowed hard. "You... you're not mad?"

His thumb traced my lower lip. "Why would I be mad?"

My heart pounded. "Because I... because he..."

"Because I fucked her senseless?" Walsh cut in, smirking.

Ethan's eyes darkened. "Did you like it?" he murmured, his hand sliding down to my throat.

I couldn't lie, not with his touch setting my skin on fire. "Yes."

His grip tightened. "Good."

Then he kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth like he needed to remind me who I really belonged to. 

I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body still aching, still desperate.

When he pulled away, his lips curled into a wicked smile. 

"Now," he said, glancing at Walsh, "where were we?"

Walsh stepped closer, his hand sliding up my thigh. "I believe I was about to make her cum."

Ethan's gaze locked onto mine. "Let's fix that."

Walsh's fingers found my clit again, circling with just the right pressure, while Ethan unbuckled his belt, his cock already hard.

I should've been shocked. Should've been scandalized, but all I could think was... finally.

Ethan gripped my hair, tilting my head back. "Open."

I obeyed.

His grip in my hair tightened, his cock heavy on my tongue. The taste of him sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my thighs. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper, my lips stretched wide around his thickness.

Fuck, yes.

A groan rumbled in his chest, his hips rolling forward, driving himself deeper.

"That's it, Lena," he growled. "Take it."

I whimpered around him, my body arching as Walsh's fingers plunged deeply into my pussy, curling just right-there, right there... hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur. His thumb circled my clit. "Fuck, she's dripping," Walsh muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "You hear that, Ethan? She's so fucking wet for us."

Ethan's fingers twisted in my hair, his other hand palming my breast, squeezing until my nipple ached. The sharp pleasure-pain made me moan, the vibrations earning me another rough thrust into my mouth.

I was lost in it... the stretch of Ethan's cock on my tongue, Walsh's fingers fucking me in slow strokes, the way their voices tangled above me.

"Cum," Ethan ordered.

His command shattered me. I felt the rush of wetness between my thighs, my body clenching tight around Walsh's fingers as my back lifted off the table.

Ethan finally pulled back, his grip gentling in my hair. Walsh's fingers slipped from me, but not before giving my clit one last teasing flick that made me jerk.

"Good girl!" Ethan smirked, slowly dragging his thumb over my swollen lips.

My body was still humming from the orgasm, my skin flushed and oversensitive, but something inside me snapped. Before I even realized what I was doing, I pushed off the exam table, my legs were shaky, but I didn't mind. Ethan's smirk was still in place, that arrogant, self-assured curve of his lips that said he knew he owned me.

Not anymore.

My palm cracked across his cheek so hard the sound echoed in the small room. His head jerked to the side, his green eyes widening in shock. Walsh stiffened beside me, his amused chuckle dying in his throat.

Ethan slowly turned back to me, his cheek reddening.

Good.

"You think you can just waltz in here after ignoring me for days?" My voice was loud, trembling with fury. "You think you can command me like some fucking toy?"

Ethan's jaw tightened, but then... that damn smirk returned. "I wanted you to crave me," he muttered. "And look at you... dripping for me even when you're pissed."

My fingers curled into fists. "You arrogant bastard."

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist before I could slap him again. He yanked me against him, his other hand fisting in my hair, tilting my head back. "And now," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips, "you're going to be punished for that little stunt."

A shiver raced down my spine, but I forced a laugh. "No. I'm done with you." I shoved against his chest, breaking free.

"I prefer Walsh's dick anyway."

Ethan stilled. Finally, l'd wiped that smirk off his face.

I turned to Walsh, slowly running my fingers down his chest until I palmed the hard length of him through his pants. His breath hitched.

"Walsh," I purred, glancing back at Ethan, "see him out, would you? My pussy's already calling for your dick."

Ethan's expression darkened. "Lena..."

"No." I cut him off, stepping closer to Walsh, my back to Ethan. "You had your chance."

Walsh's hand slid around my waist. "You heard the lady."

Ethan's nostrils flared. "You don't want this."

I arched a brow. "Don't I?"

I dropped to my knees in front of Walsh, my fingers making quick work of his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. I licked my lips, glancing up at Ethan one last time.

"You should probably leave," I whispered before taking Walsh deep into my mouth.

Ethan's hand slammed against the wall with a loud thud, his fingers curling into a fist. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. For a split second, I thought he might snap... might grab me and throw me over the table to prove a point.

But he didn't. Instead, he straightened, turned and walked out, the door slamming behind him hard enough to rattle the frame.

Walsh let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Christ, you've got a death wish, sweetheart."

I stood, trailing my fingers up his chest before wrapping my hand around his cock, giving him a slow stroke. "Or maybe," I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips against his, "I just know exactly what I want."

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, yanking me against him. "Fuck, you're trouble."

"Mm." I nipped at his lower lip. "And you love it." Before he could respond, I spun around, bending over the exam table, my ass pressed back against him. "Come on, Doctor," I purred, glancing over my shoulder. "Don't keep me waiting."

THE SECRETARY AND HER BOSS 

It had been two weeks since Rachel just disappeared without a word.

No text. No goodbye. No explanation.

One minute she was sitting at her desk like she owned the entire company and the next, poof... gone.

I told myself I hoped she was okay, but deep down... I was so glad she was gone. She was always mean, loud, and somehow always got away with skipping tasks. And the way she flaunted the fact that Collins, our boss, treated her like she was royalty? Please.

Now that she was gone... maybe even fired, who knew... I was hoping things would go back to normal. Equal treatment, a little fairness. Maybe the rest of us could finally breathe.

But speaking of the devil...

A sudden shift in the air pulled me out of my thoughts.

He was here. Mr. Collins.

Everyone instantly stood and bowed their heads slightly, like we always did when he walked in. His presence was that commanding... like a storm just entered the building in a suit.

But today, he didn't even blink at them.

His steps were fast, and headed... straight for me.

Wait. What?

My heart started pounding in confusion.

No... no way. He's probably going to walk past. Maybe going to HR. Or maybe...

But he didn't stop.

He stopped right at my desk.

Everyone turned. My chest tightened. My palms suddenly got clammy.

He looked down at me with those sexy brown eyes and said my name. "Amara."

What?

How the hell did he know my name? He's never spoken to me before. Ever.

"You're the new secretary," he said calmly. "Pack your things. Move to the secretary's office."

My mouth parted.  

What...?

All eyes were on me now. I could hear the whispers start, the confusion spreading across the office. 

"And after that," he added, already turning to leave, "come to my office."

And with that, he walked away, like he didn't just drop a bomb.

What. The. Hell.

I didn't even wait to catch my breath. With shaking hands, I gathered my things... my stapler, notebook, and that tiny desk plant I never remembered to water, and walked slowly to the secretary's office.

Rachel's office.

Correction: my office now.

My heels echoed softly as I stepped in. The door creaked open and there it was, clean, spacious. I closed the door behind me and just stood there.

This was really happening?

I walked to the desk and gently ran my fingers across the polished surface. Her perfume was still faint in the air, but the chair was mine now. I sat, exhaled, and gave a little spin.

"I just got promoted..." I muttered under my breath, then let out a breathy laugh. "To be the secretary of the hottest man I've ever seen..."

My heart hadn't stopped racing since he called my name. Still in a daze, I stood and adjusted my coat. Whatever this was, I needed to get a grip before walking into his office like a nervous intern.

I pushed the door open and stepped in.

He was there, leaning back in his chair, phone pressed to his ear. When he saw me, he stopped mid-sentence, locked eyes with mine... and hung up without a word.

Then, slowly, he said. "Lock the door behind you."

My heart skipped.

I turned, clicked the lock into place, then faced him.

"Come closer."

Each step I took felt heavy, like something big was about to happen.

He pointed to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit."

I reached for it... but before I could lower myself, his voice stopped me cold.

"No. Not there.' He stood slowly. "Sit here," he said, patting the edge of his desk.

My lips parted.  "Excuse me?"

He didn't repeat it.

He walked toward me and stopped just inches away. He leaned in so close, I could feel his breath fan across my cheek. Then his large, warm hand slid softly along my thigh, up... slow enough to make me shiver.

His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, "I said... sit on my desk."

My knees almost buckled, I swallowed hard and my entire body went still.

I didn't move... couldn't. His breath against my skin, his fingers grazing the inside of my thigh... it was like every nerve in my body had suddenly woken up.

But I wasn't going to make this too easy.

I tilted my head toward him. "Are all your new secretaries required to sit on your desk on the first day?"

He raised his brows and smirked. "Only the ones I plan to keep."

God.

He said it so effortlessly, like he already knew I'd give in. Like he was in control of everything, even the way my breath caught or how heat bloomed low in my stomach.

But I wasn't just going to melt into a puddle for him.

I took a slow, deliberate step back, watching his hand fall away from my thigh as I did. His eyes followed me, his lips curved in the faintest smirk.

I narrowed my eyes, even though my heart was doing somersaults. "Do you always test your secretaries like this?"

"No," he said, walking back behind his desk. "But you're not like the others."

I hated how warm that made me feel. I should've walked out. I should've said something bold, snappy, professional.

But instead, I just stood there... staring at him, trying to calm my racing heart, pretending like his words hadn't hit me somewhere dangerously deep.

"I hope you're good at your job," he added, his voice dipping slightly. "Because you've got a lot to learn... and I like things done exactly the way I want them."

His eyes held mine. "Can you handle that, Amara?"

I swallowed again and lifted my chin.

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he uttered. "Then do what I asked."

My pulse thudded in my ears. Slowly, I turned, walked to his desk, and sat right on the edge... exactly where he had pointed before.

The cold glass surface met the back of my thighs through my pants, grounding me just enough to keep from floating.

He watched me the entire time.

"Unbutton your pants."