“What the fuck is going on here?” I scream to the apparent…hang on, let me count…okay, I think I have it…foursome going on in front of me.

Scratch that. Through my shock, I notice more facts about this situation.

The fucking foursome is happening on my fucking desk. My fucking desk!

And why should I be surprised when the only male out of the four turns slightly to the side and I notice from his profile that it’s none other than Zane fucking Tanner, a client I work with on a regular basis for the manufacturing of my products?

Of course it’s Zane Tanner. Who the fuck else would have the nerve to have sex with three models from my lingerie advertising and media department?

More importantly, how the fuck did he even get them to agree to come up here and get fucked on the CEO’s desk?

In case you’re wondering, I’m the fucking CEO of this desk that’s getting quite the beating right now. I’m Piper Stewart, and I run Lacy Desirables.

Those are my models, and I don’t appreciate the way their ass cheeks and pussy lips are spread as wide as the Grand Canyon across my desk. It’s not exactly the view I want to see right now.

But at the same time, I can’t hate them for it, because part of me understands completely why they’d be here with Zane.

He’s fucking hot as shit. I mean, I’m talking heartthrob of the century—could probably win a contest against Ryan fucking Gosling himself when it comes to being a chick magnet.

And the way his ass cheeks dimple as he thrusts in and out of the lucky brunette girl? Damn. I have to plant my six-inch stiletto heels into the floor just to keep from falling over with the desire racing through my body.

But I can’t let Zane know that. No fucking way. Not ever.

He’s too fucking arrogant as it is; he doesn’t need any more icing on his fucking self-righteous cake.

I’m crazy, wickedly turned on right now, and I can feel a tingle in my pussy that—thankfully—no one else has a clue about.

That’s the beauty of being a woman. I don’t have to hide a throbbing boner from anyone. I will have to change my panties, though.

I’m getting hot watching them, but I also know that I need to stop them. Apparently, they’re so wrapped up in one another that they don’t even hear me.

I walk a few more steps into the office. “Excuse me!” I shout and point to the desk. “That is a very fucking expensive cedar wood desk!”

They halt, and their passion ceases for a moment. The blonde girl and the other dark-haired girl stop touching themselves. They all stare at me as if they don’t know what to do next.

The only one who doesn’t stop dead in their tracks is Zane. Of course.

Zane is squirting his hot load of cum all over my fucking desk, totally ruining it. And holy shit, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen so much cum. It’s like shooting out in massive amounts like there’s an unlimited supply.

The only thing that remotely pacifies my anger is picturing myself underneath him, licking it up off the surface.

He finally turns to face me. “Piper! What a pleasant surprise. Care to join us?” Zane waves me over as if adding on another participant to his sex-capades team is a true honor.

But this isn’t the fucking Olympics. It’s a fucking workplace, and they’re taking up space in my office.

My cheeks flush with both anger and lust. I want to fucking rip his head off on the one hand and suck the remainder of the cum off the tip of his oozing cock on the other.

I shift my weight and scratch my head as I adjust my A-line black pencil skirt. “Um, Zane…could I have a word with you…in private?”

“Private?” His eyes light up, and he grins with enough sex appeal to run a boy band. “I’ll gladly talk to you in private.”

I scoff and give him a sour look as the models slowly dress themselves once again and begrudgingly scamper from the room like wet rats, murmuring incoherently and avoiding my eyes.

I grit my teeth, trying not to swoon as I look into the beautiful hazelnut-colored eyes of Zane. Fuck, he’s fucking beautiful.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to hate him…or kill him, or probably a combination of both. I even have the power to fire him and burn the ashes of our written contract in the fireplace of my Central Park West apartment, but that would mean I can’t see him every day.

I can’t help but be attracted to him. He jumps back into his pants, and I watch as his gloriously gorgeous and huge cock swings around. Finally, it’s gone, back beneath his pants where I guess for now it belongs.

For now…

Until he whips it out again for the next horny girl. I’m horny for him, but I’m not going to take his bait.

“Zane,” I begin and hold up a lecturing hand, which of course he immediately rejects and interrupts me.

“I’m really sorry about that.” He grins, flashing a cute dimple in his left cheek that gives him a deceptively innocent boyish charm. His biceps are so huge, and I try not to stare at them.

“Sure you are,” I drawl sarcastically. “What the fuck, Zane?” I throw my hands up in the air as exasperation threatens to get the better of my effort to remain calm and graceful.

“Oh, what, like you didn’t like it? I can see it in your eyes. You’re fucking turned on. Admit it, Piper. You want to be next, I just know it. I can show you a great time, sweetheart.” He winks at me.

I roll my eyes, but secretly he’s right. My heart flips, and my pussy clenches at the sound of my name on his lips. But surely he can’t fucking read my emotions that well.

He’s calling my bluff, but I have to maintain my strong poker face.

“Please save it, Zane. I have definite cause to fire you over this.” I cross my arms in defiance.

“You sure look pretty today. I like that sexy top. You’re showing just the right amount of cleavage to leave something for my imagination.” He licks his lips and slides closer to me, ignoring my comment.

The fucking nerve of this fucker. I instinctively pull my blouse closed. “Stop it, Zane,” I say and look up at the ceiling, refusing to make eye contact.

“Ouch, a sting from the ice queen,” he jokes, but I hate the way he’s so fucking confident all the fucking time. Why is he never rattled or embarrassed?

I take a deep breath. “Just get out,” I snarl.

“Okay, well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” He stops to breathe into my neck, and I can smell his cologne. It’s spicy and sexy and fills my nostrils with desire.

Fuck.

* * *

As I walk down the hallway to my apartment building, I know in my mind I don’t really have the guts to fire Zane. For one thing, I need him to manufacture the lingerie I sell. I don’t have time to hire a new manufacturer if I want to meet my distribution deadline for my new line.

Secondly, I’m imagining his hard cock ramming into my wet pussy with vigor and force, and it makes me want to give up any shred of self-control.

I go to unlock my door but notice that the deadbolt is already unlocked. Hmm, that’s pretty fucking weird. Maybe my boyfriend, David, is home early from work and just forgot to lock it back properly.

I walk inside, and I can hear rustling in the back bedroom.

“David?” I call out and toss the keys onto the kitchen counter.

I slowly walk down the hallway to my bedroom. The door is partially cracked. I can hear soft moaning.

Holy shit, am I about to find my boyfriend jerking off to porn? I’m horrified at the thought, but I have to find out.

A sudden image of Zane tugging on his rock-hard cock flashes through my mind, and I briefly wonder why the fuck that doesn’t horrify me—in fact, it really fucking turns me on. Yet the idea of David doing the same things leaves me feeling way fucking less than excited.

I pounce through the door, ready to catch him with his cock in his hand and a box of tissues on the bedside table.

Only to my horror, my worst nightmare unfolds before my eyes, and for the second fucking time in one day, I catch people having sex in my personal space.

“David?” I shriek with a sound that I can only describe as one of a fucking velociraptor.

“Piper?” His face turns as white as the sheets he’s currently wrestling around in.

A girl I don’t recognize tries to hide herself and scurries to the corner of the room with my sheets still attached to her.

“Oh, gross!” I scream. “You can keep those sheets, you nasty slut!

“Calm down, Piper.” David raises his arms defensively as if he wants to explain himself, but I think I’m reading this situation pretty fucking clear.

“Get out!” I roar and point to the open bedroom door. “And take your shit with you!”

He frantically dresses himself, as does the fake boob cunt. I don’t care who she is, I just don’t want to fucking see her anymore.

After David leaves, I slam the door behind him, fury pulsing through my veins.

This confirms it. All men are assholes, and they can’t be trusted. As if I didn’t already fucking know that.

In an instant, I change my mind.

Zane has to go. Stat.