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."

What?" I whispered, not because I didn't hear him... but because I needed to know he meant it. I needed to hear him say it again. Slowly.

He stood calmly, walked around the desk, and stopped in front of me.

"I said..." His hand grazed the side of my waist, "Unbutton your pants."

My skin tingled where his fingers had just touched, and my mind screamed at me to move, to say no, to do something.

But I didn't. I just stared at him.

This man.

This arrogant, impossible, maddeningly gorgeous man.

Without thinking, my fingers moved down, brushing over the button of my pants.

His eyes met mine.

"No rush," he said, his voice softer now. "I like watching."

Oh god.

Heat curled deep in my belly.

I undid the first button.

The click echoed in the silence.

Then the second.

His eyes dropped lower, and I saw the way his jaw flexed. His gaze darkened as the second button slipped undone beneath my fingers.

Then, suddenly, his hand was on my jaw.

"Too slow," he murmured. Before I could react, his other hand moved fast, gripping the waistband of my pants and dragging them down hard.

I gasped... a flash of heat bursting through my thigh as the fabric scraped against my skin.

"Ow..." I hissed under my breath, instinctively reaching down.

I looked down.

A harsh red mark was already blooming on my upper thigh where the seam had dragged roughly against it. My breath came in shallow, uneven waves as he knelt slightly in front of me, his hand brushing over the red skin.

He brushed his lips against the red mark on my thigh and a rush of electricity shot straight through me.

My pussy clenched, heat pooling low in my stomach.

Oh God.

I bit my lip to stifle a whimper as his fingers traced the edge of my panties, teasing me. My heart raced when he finally slid a finger beneath the fabric, stroking slow, torturous circles around my dripping clit. 

"We-we can't," I whispered, voice trembling. "We're in the office. This isn't... professional."

But even as I said it, my hips tilted toward his touch.

Collins smirked, his other hand slipping beneath my blouse, his palm warm against my stomach before sliding higher. His thumb found my nipple through my bra, rolling it gently until it hardened under his touch.

Fuck.

I arched into him without meaning to.

"What was that?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers dipped lower, tracing my wet pussy. "Did you say stop?"

I swallowed hard, my thoughts scattering. His fingers were right there, teasing my clit with just the right pressure, and his mouth was on my neck now, his teeth grazing my pulse point.

I should push him away.

I should say no.

But when his thumb pressed harder, rubbing slow, perfect circles...

"Ah...!" My protest turned into a gasp. 

"Did you mean it?" he asked.

I couldn't answer, because three of his fingers were inside me now, curling just right, and his mouth was on mine, swallowing every broken sound I made.

Fuck, it felt so good.

His fingers were still inside me, working me with slow, devastating precision, when he suddenly pulled back. My body clenched around nothing, aching for his touch.

Collins smirked down at me, his lips wet from my mouth, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"I'm not fucking you here," he growled. "Not like this."

His fingers tightened on my chin. "When I take you, I want you screaming. I want you so full of me you can't think. So wet you can't walk." 

A shiver tore through me.

"But for now..." His grip shifted, his hand sliding into my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath stop. "Get on your knees."

This time, I didn't hesitate.

I sank down in front of him, my fingers trembling as I reached for his belt. The leather slid free with a soft hiss, the buckle clinking as I undid it. His cock strained against his pants, thick and heavy, and when I finally freed him, my mouth watered.

He was perfect.

I looked up at him through my lashes, watching the way his jaw clenched as I wrapped my fingers around his dick.

His breath hitched when I leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip.

Then... I took him in.

His groan was raw as my lips stretched around him. I savored the weight of him on my tongue, the way his thighs tensed when I hollowed my cheeks and sucked.

"Fuck." His hand fisted in my hair, guiding me deeper. "Just like that."

I obeyed, taking him inch by inch, my throat fluttering around him as he pushed in. His hips jerked, and I moaned around him, the vibration making his grip tighten.

His breathing turned ragged, his thighs trembling. "I'm gonna..."

I didn't pull away.

When he came, it was with a deep, guttural groan, his release spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my fingers digging into his hips as he shuddered above me.

Finally, he stepped back, his cock still glistening from my mouth. His eyes burned into mine, his fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his darkened gaze.

"Bad girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "I knew it the moment I saw you. The way you walk around this office... hips swaying, that perfect little ass bouncing with every step." 

His grip tightened slightly. "Did you think I wasn't watching?"

My heart pounded.

He had been watching, all this time.

A shiver ran down my spine.

"Now," he said, his voice dropping to a rough command, "dress. Go back to your office. And wait." His eyes bored into mine. "No one can know."

I swallowed hard, my body still humming from what had just happened. My fingers trembled as I pulled my pants back up, fastening them with unsteady hands. My thighs still burned where his grip had marked me.

Collins straightened his tie, his expression shifting back to cool control as if he hadn't just had me on my knees, choking on his cock moments ago.

"Wait until everyone leaves," he ordered. "Then I'll take you home." A pause. "My home."

I nodded, my pulse roaring in my ears.

"Good girl." With that, he turned away, dismissing me without another word.

I stumbled out of his office, my legs weak, my mind spinning.

What the fuck just happened?

The office buzzed around me, oblivious.

Keyboards clacked, phones rang, coworkers chatted by the water cooler.

No one knew. No one had any idea that I had just been on my knees for the CEO.

That I had tasted him, obeyed him.

I sank into my new chair, my body still throbbing between my thighs. I should've been mad at myself for what I just did, but I wasn't. Instead, I was already anticipating closing hour, when he would take me to his place.