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No doubt he’s worried I’m going to run and tattle to HR.
But I’m not.
It’s not his fault that I didn’t knock. Although not locking the door was the height of stupidity.
Did the man want to get caught?
The thought takes me aback, and I slowly inch out of Mr. Ettin’s office, slamming the door shut behind me as I run away.
Everything seems to tilt as I bolt to the nearest bathroom.
I barely make it to the sanctuary of the stall before collapsing.
Slamming the door shut, I lean against it, trying to catch my breath.
Every inhale is like shards of glass tearing through me, and fuck if my mind doesn’t keep drifting back to what I just saw.
The image of Mr. Ettin’s cock is permanently burned into my memory—the dark navy length with the almost barbed tip, smokey around the edges…
Lust coils within me, and I grit my teeth, fighting against the waves of desire threatening to sweep me under.
Seductive thoughts whisper through my head, each one threatening to unravel my carefully built walls.
I try to stand up—try to get myself together—but my legs refuse to listen.
All I can do is groan and bang my back against the cold, metal door.
Despite my best efforts, this man arouses me to a fever pitch, and I tumble headlong into the dark desires that haunt me whenever I think about my boss.
Ugh, stop it, Wyn!
I press my palms against my eyelids until neon shapes burst behind them as I ponder when this pesky attraction snaked its way under my skin.
It’s the middle of the workday, and I’ve got a pile of spreadsheets screaming for attention, but my stupid brain could care less.
This time, when I attempt to stand, I steel my spine and force my legs to straighten. I have work to do.
There’s nothing but animosity and apathy between me and Mr. Ettin—nothing.
With this half-truth, I emerge from the stall, slightly more composed.
I splash cold water against my cheeks, going through a mental checklist of how to remain professional.
I grip the break room sink with bloodless knuckles, blinking hard against the sting of tears that threaten because I love my job.
But a line’s been crossed that neither of us can pretend wasn’t.
Whatever fragile boundaries existed before lie trampled.
The workplace rapport that Mr. Ettin and I managed was like a rickety bridge now collapsing under the weight of what just happened.
All of my dirty office fantasies about the monstrous man come flooding back like an avalanche.
His deep voice whispering filthy encouragements in my ear while he fucks me on his desk from behind.
Him making me beg to come as he takes me to the edge of my pleasure but never fully giving in until I’m nearly catatonic with need.
Opening my eyes, I swallow hard and try to calm my racing heart.
