Chapter 4

My heart leaped into my throat as the knock sounded again — sharper this time. Kane's fingers were still buried deep inside my soaked pussy, curling lazily against my G-spot, but his face remained perfectly calm, the picture of professional control.

"Under the desk. Now," he ordered quietly, giving my clit one last firm rub that made my legs shake.

I slid off the desk as gracefully as I could and crawled beneath the massive mahogany structure, heart hammering. The space was tight, but it hid me completely. Kane rolled his chair forward, trapping me between his powerful thighs. The…