All day, I stare at that desk – the one I’d been bent over and pleasured on a hundred different ways.
He sits there, still smug, arrogant, and hot AF with a jawline I want to bite.
But I can’t go down that heartbreak path again.
Even when his scent makes my body squirm with toe-curling flashbacks.
You’d think I’d have some resolve, but then I give in.
I can’t get enough of being pounded into the office furniture over and over.
Until someone threatens to tell the secret I’ve been keeping from him all these years.
It’s going to come out.
If I tell him, I’ll lose my job.
But if I don’t, I could lose our son.
