As Jack strode through the sea of cubicles at the Fiorini Group, returning from a financial meeting with a few other executives, he could’ve sworn he heard Eva’s voice calling to him.

He’d foolishly thought once he’d bedded her, his mind would settle.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

“Jack, please, I really do need you.” One of the interns popped her head up from her desk. Julie.

Not Eva. Not even close. Jack sighed inwardly. Julie was first in her class at NYU but had absolutely no ability to do anything on her own.

The other executives in the vicinity rolled their eyes. Mike O’Halleran, the VP of Sales, gave Jack a nudge as he came to a stop beside him.

It was a running joke that Jack was the subject of all the female interns’ office romance fantasies. He’d never done a thing to promote it. But where most of the other executives hated his Head Asshole routine, the young women seemed to get off on it. They liked the thought of being bedded by the bad-boy billionaire, he supposed.

He had a momentary thought of Eva asking him to punish her, and tamped it down as he came around to the red-haired intern’s cubicle. “What can I help you with, Julie?”

The young woman started to explain a problem for which she didn’t truly need his help. Her supervisor likely had an easy answer. He listened politely, then asked, “Have you asked Ann?”

“Ann’s at lunch,” she said, wringing her hands. “And it’s due at one.”

“It’s all right,” he assured her with a smile. “The Turner property isn’t going to auction until next week, but I would suggest you take a look at section two in the documents Ann drew up yesterday,” he said, then explained specifically where she should look to find the answer to her query.

She nodded, blushing. “Thank you, Jack.”

“No problem. Good work.”

He excited the cubicle, rejoining Mike and the other execs as they started toward the other side of the office. “So, as I was saying, the properties downtown have always been our bread and butter, but I don’t think…”

Jack let his words trail off. Mike didn’t appear to be listening. Instead, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and seemed fixated on something behind him. Jack turned to discover Julie had come around the outside of her cubicle and was talking to another intern, in a skirt much too short to comply with the Fiorini dress code.

“Good work is right,” Mike mumbled. “I’d hit that so hard.”

Jack scowled. “And then what? She’s an employee.”

“Who the fuck cares?” Mike grumbled. “Fire her ass. Even if HR came down on me, it would be worth it, for a taste of that sweet pussy.”

Mike was all talk, and the things he said were almost never PC, which made him the unofficial court jester of the Fiorini Group.

But Jack didn’t find this particular breed of bullshit funny. “Are you out of your mind?” he asked in a cold, sharp voice.

Mike blinked. “Hey, now, I was just—”

“It’s unprofessional to talk about any of our employees that way,” Jack said, cutting him off. “Not to mention crass and classless. And I won’t stand for it. If I catch you so much as looking sideways at one of the interns again, there will be consequences. Consequences you won’t enjoy. Do we understand each other, Mike?”

Mike looked at the ground, sufficiently admonished. The other execs had already drifted away, clearly happy to let Mike take his medicine alone. As Mike hurried off—making some vague noises about following upon the Clement deal—Jack heard a voice over the usual office chatter.

“Jack?”

This time when he turned, Eva was standing behind him.

He blinked, then blinked again just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. What was she doing here? And why was she…

He looked closer. She was trembling, holding her shoes in her hands. One toe was bleeding, and her hair was loose, wild strands matted to her temples with sweat.

He launched into action, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “What happened? Are you okay?”

She shook her head. “No. Not okay.”

Jack hugged her closer, his chest tightening as he noticed the trails of dried tears on her cheeks. “Come with me,” he whispered. “We can talk in my office.”

As he led her across the room, heads peeked out of the cubicles and whispers of speculation rustled louder than the paper in the copying machine, but he didn’t care. Eva was his only concern.

He barely had a chance to close the door before she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you at work.”

“You’re always welcome here. Always. This is your company, too.” He ran a hand gently down her arm to squeeze her hand. “Right now I’m more concerned about you than any interruption. What happened?”

“It was crazy, Jack.” She planted her backside on the edge of his desk. “I didn’t know what else to do. I rode the subway around and around because I was afraid if I went back to work, he would be waiting for me.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “He? He who?”

“I don’t know. Some guy. He followed me. He chased me. I don’t know who he is, but…” She hugged herself tighter. “I think he wanted to hurt me. The look on his face was terrifying.”

Jack’s jaw tightened. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her. Her heart was beating so fast he could feel the frantic patter in his own chest. “It’s okay. Shh. You’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Do you think it’s the same man who broke into my place? And if so, what do you think he wants?”

Jack handed her his handkerchief and strode around his desk. “I don’t know, but we’re ending this. Right now. I’m not going to let you be scared like this again.” He picked up his phone and thumbed through it until he found the number for the security company. He brought it to his ear and waited for someone to pick up, all while watching Eva. She sat perfectly still, staring at her knees. Shell-shocked.

“Hello,” he said when the receptionist answered. “I have a meeting with Max tomorrow. I was wondering if we could move that up to this afternoon? I’ll pay whatever he wants. It’s important.”

The receptionist checked Max’s schedule and arranged the appointment change. When Jack ended the call, Eva said, “Who’s that?”

“It’s a security firm. They come highly recommended by some people I know.”

She was leaning forward, her hair covering her face. He came back around to her and tucked the silky strands behind her ear. “We’re going to figure it out, okay? This ends now.”

She nodded. “It’s just ridiculous, you know? Why me?”

He could think of a million reasons why. The most obvious reason was the one that Eva seemed oblivious to—she was every man’s fantasy.

Even frightened and dirty, perched at the edge of his desk with her shoulders slumped, she was maddeningly alluring, with the outline of her full tits pressing against her sheer blouse, and her long legs visible under her short skirt. Knowing she was completely nude underneath was almost too much to take. He stood in front of her and ran his hands from her shoulders, down her bare arms, unable to keep from touching her.

He wanted to be supportive and protective, but he also wanted to take her right there, to push inside her and assure her with his body that she was safe in his arms.

“Well, that’s what we’re going to figure out,” he said.

“Thanks.” She scooted back on his desk and placed her hands in her lap. Then she crossed her legs, granting him what he was pretty sure was an unintentional flash of her bare pussy. He swallowed hard, doing his best to control the erection beginning to tent the front of his pants.

She bit on her lip, and suddenly blurted, “I’m sorry, Jack. About this morning. I shouldn’t have pushed you into something you obviously didn’t want to do. That wasn’t part of our agreement.”

He had to laugh at that. How could she be so damn oblivious sometimes? “Is that really what you thought?” He shook his head. “I wanted to. Damn, I wanted to. I was honestly worried about hurting you. I was afraid you would be sore from last night.”

“Oh.” A small smile appeared on her lips. “Well, I was. But I also—I don’t know, I can’t explain it. It’s like this switch has flipped inside me, and I can’t control it.” She gazed up at him through her lashes. “I want you. Constantly. I can’t help it. All I can think about is…you know what. Is that normal?”

A blush had bloomed on her cheeks. Goddamn, she was so fucking beautiful, and Jack had never heard sweeter words in his life. He shifted in front of her, but there was no longer any controlling the erection swelling behind his fly.

He let his hands smooth up her thighs to the hem of her skirt, playing with the fabric there. “You’re thinking about it now?”

She hesitated before nodding almost imperceptibly.

Fuck. She’d been chased through the city, and here she was, sweaty and bleeding and scared as hell. She could’ve been seriously hurt, and yet she still wanted him to take her.

Feeling a flash of pride at being the man to have muddled her priorities so thoroughly, he straightened, drawing so close that he could feel her short, rapid breaths against his face. He wrapped his hands around her waist and nudged her back across the surface of the desk.

“Wait right there. Don’t move.” He checked the door and locked it, ignoring the flash of conscience that streaked through him.

Hell, this was what they made locks for, right? He wasn’t about to deny Eva right now, not when she was looking at him like his dick was all she needed to make everything all right again.

He turned to her, his breath catching at her beauty. She’d taken to wearing her hair down these past couple of days, and hell, she had some sexy hair. He instinctively put a hand out to stroke it, and his fingers grazed her jaw. She leaned into his touch.

His pulse skittered as she looked up at him, tongue sweeping out across her bottom lip.

He ran a finger up her arm, toward the neckline of her blouse. The top buttons were undone. His finger hung on the opening before unfastening the next one. Now it was loose enough that he could tug it from her shoulder, exposing her hardened nipple.

“What, exactly, are you thinking about?” he asked, as he leaned over her and flicked the hard pebble with his tongue. “This?”

She inhaled sharply. “Yes.”

He cupped her breast, bringing it to his mouth. He showered his attention on it while unclasping the rest of the buttons on her blouse, and then found the other and squeezed them together. Her head fell back, allowing him to sweep his tongue up the column of her throat, pressing those gorgeous bare tits against his chest.

“And what else?” he asked.

His hands played at her thighs now, pushing her pencil skirt up so that she could open her legs. She wiggled her backside on the desk, letting his hot hands thrust the fabric up, over her bottom. She moaned as his hands cupped her bare ass, massaging the full flesh there.

“Everything. Anything you want to do to me,” she groaned in a rough, heady voice that was nothing like sweet Eva’s.

He didn’t have to tell her what to do. She’d already spread her legs wide, baring her pussy to him. His hands were instantly drawn to that place. He found her clit as she worked against him, her hips rising off the desk as she squeezed him between her thighs. She pressed her swollen pussy against his growing erection.

No doubt about it. She was a woman possessed, hell-bent on coming. Here. Now. With or without his help.

When he lowered his lips to hers, she responded greedily, her tongue exploring his mouth, kissing him hungrily. When she stopped, he was out of breath.

She moved on, running her tongue over the cleft in his chin, then down his throat. Her hands slid up his chest and reached under his jacket, prodding it from his shoulders. “I want you,” she said. “Please.”

He groaned aloud. He’d never had office sex before, but Eva had been driving him to do all sorts of things that he’d never done. Just a week ago, he’d jacked off behind his grand office desk, imagining the taste of her. Unbelievably, that fantasy had paled compared to the real thing.

Perhaps this was one lesson they could both use.

As much as he liked the sound of her begging him, he put a finger on her lips, urging quiet. “These walls are like paper, Miss Fiorini,” he scolded her, his other hand in her wetness. “The first rule of office sex is to stay quiet.”

Her fingers fumbled at his belt, unfastening it. She tore at the fly, urging it down. Her breath rushed out as she studied his erection pushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. “You shouldn’t wear these. They only get in the way,” she mimicked, hooking a thumb in the waistband.

Who the hell was this woman? He had to wrestle back control before she owned him completely. He growled, vising her jaw in his hand. He dragged her face to just inches from his and claimed her wicked tongue.

She forced his briefs down to his thighs. His cock sprang free.

She leaned back on her elbows and widened her legs further. He grabbed a hold of her thighs and thrust inside her, determined to quell that need inside both of them.

She heaved a loud gasp and arched her back off the desk, her belly tightening and her nipples poking hard to the sky. “More,” she whispered, writhing under him.

She placed her feet on the edge of the desk and rose to meet him as he pulled out and took her again. She closed her eyes, shaking violently, tits swaying, as every thrust pushed her farther across the desk. He wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, pulling her toward him, meeting her cunt again and again as the sound of flesh slapping flesh grew louder.

She came while he was deep inside her, shaking against him, her mouth opening to groan his name. He clamped his hand over her lips, stifling her sounds and holding in his own as he followed her there, his orgasm barreling down his spine as he released himself in her.

Breathing hard, she lay sprawled on the desk, bared and spent. Never had his office been quite so intoxicating.

He stood up and retrieved a cloth from the washroom, then gently wiped her clean. “You okay?”

Her knees wobbled as he helped her to stand. She said, in a voice as fluttery as the rest of her body, “My whole body has turned to Jell-O.”

He held her as she sagged again him, and stroked her hair, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He wasn’t the nurturing, let-me-clean-you-up-and-then-we’ll-cuddle, boyfriend type.

Hell, no. She was his student, and he was her sex teacher. That was all.

It’s just because it’s Eva. She’s like family, he told himself. No matter what.

But he was straddling a line, and it felt like every time he fucked Eva, he came closer and closer to the edge, to the point of no return.

Return from what? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. All he knew was that it was uncharted territory, and how could he be the teacher if he’d never been there himself?

He would have to be more careful from now on, to make sure they both played it safe.