Skye’s POV
I collapsed into my cubicle chair so hard that it rolled backward and hit the wall behind me.
My hands were shaking.
My legs were shaking.
My entire body was trembling like I had just been electrocuted‚ and honestly‚ that comparison wasn’t far off because what I had just witnessed had sent a bolt of electricity straight through my nervous system that fried every rational thought in my brain.
I pressed my palms flat against my desk and stared at the blank computer screen in front of me‚ trying to ground myself‚ trying to breathe‚ trying to convince my body to stop reacting to something my brain was actively screaming at me to forget.
“What the hell‚” I whispered to myself‚ shaking my head slowly.
“What the actual hell did I just see.”
It wasn’t really a question.
It was more like a statement of disbelief that I needed to say out loud just to confirm that the last sixty seconds of my life had actually happened and weren’t some fever dream my touch-starved brain had cooked up to torment me.
But they happened.
Every single second of it happened.
Thorne leaning against his desk.
His pants pushed down just enough.
His hand wrapped around himself‚ long fingers gripping a shaft so thick that my brain had struggled to process what my eyes were seeing.
The muscles in his forearm flexing with every slow‚ firm stroke.
The slick wetness glistening at the tip.
The veins running along the length.
The sheer‚ overwhelming size of his cock that made something deep in my stomach flip and my inner walls clench around absolutely nothing.
And my panties.
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Against his nose and his mouth‚ breathing me in like I was oxygen and he was suffocating.
“Stop thinking about it‚” I told myself firmly‚ pressing my fingers against my temples and squeezing my eyes shut.
“Stop it right now‚ Skye.
He’s your boss.
He’s Ethan’s worst enemy.
You are not going to sit here and think about his—”
My thighs squeezed together under my desk so hard that my chair creaked.
“Oh God‚” I breathed‚ dropping my head forward until my forehead touched the cool surface of my desk.
“Oh God‚ oh God‚ oh God.”
I was turned on.
I was so turned on that I could feel my own pulse between my legs‚ throbbing in time with my heartbeat‚ heavy and insistent and absolutely mortifying.
“You’re disgusting‚” I whispered against the desk.
“You are a disgusting‚ pathetic human being.
He was touching himself to the smell of your underwear and you’re sitting here clenching your thighs together like that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.”
It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
“Shut up‚ Skye.”
I sat up straight and opened my eyes‚ determined to pull myself together.
I placed my hands on the keyboard and stared at the screen‚ willing myself to focus on literally anything else.
Emails.
Spreadsheets.
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The weather.
Global politics.
The migration patterns of birds.
Absolutely anything that wasn’t the image of Thorne Anderson’s massive cock glistening in his own hand while my panties were pressed against his groaning mouth.
My eyes fell closed again.
“No‚” I said out loud‚ snapping them back open.
“No‚ no‚ no.
We are not doing this.”
But my body had already made its decision‚ and my brain was losing the argument badly.
I closed my eyes one more time‚ and this time I let them stay closed‚ and that was my biggest mistake of the day because the second the darkness settled behind my eyelids‚ the image came rushing back in vivid‚ merciless detail.
His hand.
His cock.
The way his head had tipped back slightly‚ jaw clenched‚ throat exposed‚ the tendons in his neck pulled tight like cables under his skin.
The sound he had made right before I burst in‚ that deep‚ guttural groan that I had heard through the door‚ that was the reason I had opened it in the first place because I thought something was wrong.
“Something is very wrong‚” I muttered to myself.
“With him and with you.”
My imagination took the memory and ran with it before I could catch up.
Suddenly I wasn’t standing in the doorway anymore.
I was inside the office.
The door was locked behind me.
And Thorne wasn’t alone at his desk anymore because I was there‚ bent over the dark mahogany surface with my skirt pushed up around my waist and nothing underneath because he had already taken my panties.