Melissa Cox was a nobody.

She was a plain Jane with one too many curves and a ticket to obscurity. She worked a mediocre office job in the city and went home to an empty overpriced apartment every night.

She was the butt of all the office jokes, and because she was so shy and self-conscious, it made her a target for all the office bullies. High school had never ended, that much was clear…it was still happening in her office. It was like she was the star on the Humiliation Network, and it aired five days a week, eight and a half hours a day.

The best days were when she could put her head down and ignore the world. Extra work would be dumped on her desk, work her colleagues would be too lazy to complete, and she would just sigh and do it for them. Melissa knew she was being taken advantage of, but the pay and benefits were too good to give up.

To make matters worse, the office was full of glamorous women. Tall, beautiful, model skinny women who wore expensive clothes and makeup. They were perfect, and she was a mutant compared to them.

Nobody had ever told her she was pretty, let alone beautiful. Her long, brown hair was unruly at best, her skin pale to the point of looking washed out.

Her closet of skirts and suits were bought on sale, her shoes purchased from a discount store. She had trouble shopping for anything tailored that fit her curves, especially her too-large breasts. The buttons would gape across her ample bosom, granting the entire world a glimpse at her cheap, polyester bra. After rent and bills, she couldn’t afford to have a shirt tailor-made, so she had to put up with the bulge.

Her life was hell, but it would be dire without this job. She needed the money, so she put up with the harassment and continued to do what she’d always done. Put her head down and work.

As if all that wasn’t enough, there was Zachary McDonald.

Mr. McDonald was the boss, the guy who called all the shots, and like a cliché, he was the epitome of sex.

He was this six foot perfectly sculptured specimen of a man. Broad shoulders, tanned skin, sexy ‘just fucked’ hairstyle, designer stubble on his sharp jaw.

The guy could be a model for Armani or Gucci the way he rocked a tailored suit. All the women in the office were absolutely gaga over him. All he had to do was throw a smile their way, and they would all fall over themselves to be at his beck and call. Rumor had it, underneath all that expensive tailored material was the body to match. Scratch that, office gossip had upgraded it to unbelievable godlike status.

Long story short? The man was to die for. Apparently.

Every woman in the place was wet for him, including Melissa, but she knew what was good for her. He treated her with as much disdain as the rest of the office. It only served to reinforce the belief that all beautiful people were callous. Well, at least, that was her experience.

To them, she was the plain, fat girl they stuck in the corner so they didn’t have to look at her. She swore they only kept her around so somebody actually did the work the entire office lacked the ability to do. Everyone else was just there to look good like a decorative vase full of exquisite roses.

Obviously, the benefits she was talking about earlier was the healthcare plan because nobody in their right mind would put up with this for longer than five minutes.

“Melissa?”

She glanced up from her desk at the sweet trill of Sylvia, the office manager, or as she liked to call her, Queen Bitch. She was this five-eight blonde glamazon with flawless skin and impeccable fashion sense. Too bad her personality didn’t match the packaging.

“Did you finish those reports yesterday?”

“Yes,” she replied. “They were submitted last night.”

Sylvia flicked her perfect blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled. “Great.” She reached down below the partition where Melissa couldn’t see and produced a stack of hard copy files. “If you’ve done those, then you won’t mind doing these.” She dumped them onto Melissa’s desk without so much as a flourish.

They fell half on the desk and half on the floor, and she bit her lip to stifle the groan that was about to burst forth.

“Five o’clock!” Sylvia exclaimed, giving her a little wave before shimmying off to her own desk.

What a bitch, Melissa thought to herself as she bent down to collect the folders.

If she’d been sitting at her desk, she would’ve noticed the glass doors at the entrance opening. Then she would’ve seen Mr. McDonald sweep into the office like he did every morning. He came in at the same time, and if she’d glanced at her watch, she wouldn’t have been on the floor.

She felt him before she saw him, if that was even a thing, and glanced up.

Zachary McDonald was staring down at her, a look of disdain on his face, and her entire being shrank.

His dark hair was messed up with expert precision, each strand in its designated place looking runway ready. He wore a dark gray suit today, and it sat across his broad shoulders just so, fitting his physique perfectly. He obviously spent a great deal of money and time to look the way he did. If that was effortless, then there was no hope left for mankind. Or womankind because ovaries were exploding at the mere thought of such a man glancing twice at them.

He raised an eyebrow at her, and she swallowed hard, casting her gaze back to the mess on her desk. Great, just great. She worked her ass off for the company, and he would choose the one moment she looked disorganized—thanks to that bitch Sylvia—to even glance her way.

Without another word, he continued across the office, leaving her to sit in the steaming pile that was her humiliation.

Now there was no way in hell he would ever look at her as anything more than an ugly, disorganized drag on the office dynamic. It was like the universe was punishing her as her nipples ached and all her most intimate muscles clenched. A man hadn’t touched her in so long it was a wonder the hole between her legs hadn’t grown over with the lack of use.

Melissa had as much sexual prowess as a wet fish, and she had the track record to prove it.

Groaning aloud this time, she shuffled through the manila folders and got to work. There was no use being disappointed about it. Perhaps she would have fun with herself tonight. At least, when she was in control, it was a guaranteed orgasm.

* * *

Zachary McDonald had paid his dues tenfold. He’d clawed his way up from the bottom and now sat atop his mountain, his kingdom at his feet. All men wanted power, whether it was in the boardroom or the bedroom…and he excelled at both.

There were two things he would never want for—money and sex. Women lined up for a chance to be with him, for a chance he might play with them for an evening. Some even thought they had what it took to tame him, to be the ‘one.’

There was no ‘one.’ He only wanted one thing and that was a good fuck. His career kept him busy, and he hadn’t become as successful as he was by nurturing relationships. He was single-minded in his focus to dominate. In bed as much as in the office.

That was until the day human resources hired a woman named Melissa Cox.

She’d sauntered into the office day one, wide-eyed and excited. Over the years, she’d impressed professionally, but her confidence had never risen.

It was clear she wasn’t like other women.

She didn’t fall over herself to impress, she put her head down and did her job, and that was something he could respect. Those other women didn’t understand attraction was more than skin deep. Sex could be enjoyable, but without attraction, it was just a few parts rubbing together. Without attraction, the release that followed would be mediocre at best.

He imagined the orgasm he would be able to coax out of Miss Cox, and his cock began to twitch in his trousers. He’d walked into the office not five minutes prior, and she’d been on the floor, all flustered and hot under the collar. The sight of her on her hands and knees had him straining in his pants and striding faster than usual across the office.

He wanted her for all the wrong reasons. She was off-limits and completely forbidden. Sleeping with his subordinate? It was out of the question, which was why he’d never pursued her.

He’d made sure she got the corner desk so her big brown eyes didn’t tempt him. He made sure she was given all the tasks that didn’t require him to speak to her. He made sure she was kept busy, and most of all, he made sure she believed he disliked her.

It worked for a time. Four years she’d been at the company, putting up with the behavior of the office cats, and he did nothing to stop it. To her credit, she took it with all the grace she could manage. Which was quite a lot.

Melissa Cox was the most professional woman out there, and all he could think about was fucking her over his desk.

This morning had almost sent him over the edge. Her gaze had met his, and his cock began to stir. She obviously had no clue how beautiful she was. Maybe it was a lifetime of men treating her like an object, or maybe she really was that oblivious.

The way her shirt bulged open slightly over her large breasts drew his gaze every time. Thankfully, nobody ever noticed he was looking or that his trousers were a little bulkier than usual. The mere thought of palming Miss Cox’s breasts and tweaking her nipples had him harder than steel.

He had noticed that she’d put a pin through the material of her shirt to hold it in place. He wished he could reach inside and undo it just so he could have something delectable to gaze at during the long workday. Her breasts were a sight more interesting than the stuffy office he worked in for hours on end.

Sitting behind his desk, he sat his briefcase on the floor and stared at his crotch. His cock wasn’t going down anytime soon, and he couldn’t exactly take any meetings while he was pitching a tent. Glancing at his schedule, he noticed his first appointment was in an hour. Pressing the intercom button on the telephone, he said, “Renee, hold my calls until my first appointment, would you?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. McDonald,” came the reply of his personal assistant.

Disconnecting the call, he knocked the phone off the hook for good measure, the dial tone buzzing in the silence before it cut off completely.

Undoing the buckle on his belt and unzipping his trousers, he fisted his hand around his hard cock and began stroking himself, thoughts of Miss Cox and her ample breasts at the forefront of his mind.

His palm ran the length of him before circling his crown, smearing his pre-come over his skin. Pleasure spiked hot across his skin, his breathing accelerating, and his head lolled back to rest on his office chair.

It was dangerous fantasizing about a woman he couldn’t have. He could damage his reputation and lose his job if he crossed the line, but he had no control over his cock anymore. It felt too good imagining being inside her as he jerked off. Besides, things that were off-limits were often the most rewarding.

He pumped his cock harder, his balls almost bursting with the pressure of his building release. He thought about Miss Cox’s mouth and how warm it would feel to thrust into her right to the back of her throat. She would suck and drag her teeth along his heated skin, and when he came, she would swallow all of him.

He felt his orgasm begin to teeter on the edge, and he fumbled for a tissue. Covering himself, he pumped his cock almost violently, and that was his undoing.

He came thick and creamy into the tissue, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet. Not having her was beginning to become unbearable.

What he didn’t expect was the phone call that gave him exactly the opportunity he needed to make his move.

* * *

Lunchtime came and went, and the pile of reports didn’t seem to be getting any smaller.

Melissa rubbed her temples, ignoring her growling stomach. Fuck Sylvia. Fuck her to hell and back.

The hair at the back of her neck began to tingle, and suddenly, she was aware of a shadow looming above her. Her gaze snapped up, colliding with none other than Mr. McDonald, and her heart did an impressive somersault in her chest. Could this day get any worse?

“Miss Cox,” he said, glowering down at her.

“Sir?” she replied with a squeak. Shit. She must’ve done something because he’d never actively sought her out before. In person, no less. She tried to rack her brain for the precise moment she’d screwed up but couldn’t think of one thing she’d done wrong.

“Come to my office please.” He was glaring down at her in annoyance, his gray eyes flashing.

She stared up at him, her entire body trembling, and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Mr. McDonald strode across the office, and she followed him sheepishly. The eyes of the entire floor were trained on them, whispers echoing across the silence. She could almost hear a pin drop it was that quiet.

He opened the door to this office, leaving it open for her to follow. She closed it behind her and instantly heard voices outside chatter in full gossip mode.

“Have a seat, Miss Cox,” Mr. McDonald said blankly, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. He sat gracefully on his own and regarded her with a raised eyebrow.

Flushing a million shades of red, she lowered herself into the leather chair as fluidly as she could.

“You seem nervous,” he said silkily.

Melissa glanced up at him and flushed yet again. Alone in a room with the sex god? He must know the effect he had on women regardless of whether he was about to fire them or not.

“No, sir,” she murmured.

“There is no need to be,” he declared. “I understand you have been working administration on the Fielder account.”

She cocked her head to the side. It was one of her favorites. They were such nice people to talk to, and she always found herself chatting more than working. They never seemed to mind. Oh, shit. She never stopped to think Mr. McDonald might.

“Yes,” she muttered when he frowned.

“This account is extremely important,” he went on, watching her reaction.

“I know, sir.”

“The client mentioned he enjoyed chatting to you on the phone.” He spat the word chatting like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Sir, I—”

Mr. McDonald raised his hand, and she clamped down on the excuse she was about to ramble at him.

“You’re not being reprimanded, Miss Cox.”

She stared at him in surprise. “I’m not?”

One of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose. “What did you think you were called in here for?”

She shrugged. Good move, Melissa, she thought. Shrug at the boss like a dimwit.

“And what have you done that warrants reprimanding?” he asked with a smirk.

He was smirking at her? Condescending… She blinked hard before saying, “Nothing. I—”

“Good,” he declared, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. “They requested they see more of you.”

“They did?” Melissa could hardly believe it. Maybe this was her ticket out of the corner.

“And I’m inclined to allow you more responsibility.”

“Really?”

“You would be required to work after hours.”

She wasn’t thrilled considering her day was full to bursting already, but she nodded. What was a little sacrifice now if it could lead to better opportunities down the road?

Mr. McDonald leveled his hard gaze at her. “With me.”

Her heart lurched painfully in her chest. “Excuse me?”

“You will be working with me on this account,” Mr. McDonald said blandly.

Alone? With the forbidden and completely off-limits sex god? She began to panic but swallowed her fear. “Yes, sir.”

“Is there a problem, Miss Cox?”

She shook her head. “No, not at all.”

He straightened up in his chair, adjusting his tie. “Good. I expect you here at six p.m. That will be all.”

And just like that, she was dismissed.

* * *

Melissa hurried back to her desk and promptly buried her face in her hands.

The entire office seemed to be in an uproar. The water cooler gossip mill was in overdrive, but she was too worked up to care. Later, she would agonize over every little detail, but now? No way.

Her mind raced over the brief meeting with Mr. McDonald. Did she just get a promotion? Did it mean she would get a pay rise? Overtime, at least? She had been too flustered to even ask, and if she had, it would’ve come out garbled. In an effort to look professional, she’d gotten out while the going was good.

By the time five p.m. rolled around, she was still nose deep in Sylvia’s reports, her nerves totally shot. Alone with Mr. McDonald. After hours. Her boss. Her sexy, fuckable, delicious, forbidden boss.

It was easy to keep her attraction a secret while she worked in her corner, totally ignored and deemed inadequate, but now she had to go in there and work alongside him. Seriously, there’d been plenty of nights she’d lain in bed and felt herself up thinking about him. Fantasizing, pretending, coming. How could she focus on the Fielder account when all she could think about was his you know what?

The office slowly emptied, and soon, she was the only one left. Since it was winter, the sky had darkened outside, and the office lights seemed brighter for it.

The clock on her computer switched over to six p.m., and she couldn’t put it off any longer. She collected all her paperwork associated with the Fielder account and made her way into Mr. McDonald’s office.

“Evening, Miss Cox.” He nodded toward the door, and she closed it behind her.

“Mr. McDonald.” Her voice was a squeak, and she blushed.

She sat before him and rested her paperwork on the edge of his desk. He was staring at her with a strange look on his face.

“Where would you like to start? I have a few ideas—”

He held up a hand to silence her, and she frowned. Had she said the wrong thing? She thought he would like that she’d taken the initiative to research ways to make the account more profitable for the client…and the company.

But Mr. McDonald didn’t seem to want to talk about the Fielder account at all. He was staring right at her cleavage, and when she glanced down, she realized a button had popped open. She was flashing him her cheap fifty-dollar red satin bra, and he was staring at her with a look that she was too embarrassed to even try to decipher.

“Do you own any clothing that doesn’t…”—he waved a hand absently, his eyes cold—“gape?”

She stared at him in shock.

“Miss Cox,” he said, leaning forward. “I can see your breasts. Is that your intent?”

He thought she was flashing him on purpose? When she dreamed of his lips, it hadn’t been like this. Not at all. He would tell her he couldn’t live without her, and she was the only one he thought of when he lay in bed at night. But it was only a fantasy, wasn’t it? She didn’t really know Mr. McDonald in real life.

“You’re…you’re an ass, Mr. McDonald,” she blurted before she could filter herself while her face heated to a bright shade of red. Her hand flew to her shirt, and she hastily did up the button.

He sat back in his chair like he’d been slapped.

“I can’t believe…” She stood, gathering her things, stacking folders into a pile. Her hands shook, more from anger than anything else. How could she be attracted to the biggest asshole on the face of the planet? Is that what he’d called her in here for? In what universe had she given him the impression she was a cheap hussy? There was no way she would exchange sexual favors for a promotion.

“I’ve worked for this company for five years,” she exclaimed. “I’ve never had a sick day, never taken leave. I’ve worked my ass off for this place, and this is how I’m treated? Well, Mr. McDonald, I’ve had enough of being treated like the ugly fat chick in the corner. I’m not standing for it anymore. Nothing gives you the right to speak to me like that. Nothing.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared in shock at her uncharacteristic outburst.

Melissa guessed this was it. She would be fired now, but she was beyond caring. That felt good. She looked at herself and everyone else who pranced around the office, those bimbos with tiny waists and six-inch heels, and couldn’t see the point anymore. She never fit in here. Let the asshole fire her. After all, it would be setting her free from her unrequited, forbidden misery.

“Miss Cox,” he began.

“Don’t Miss Cox me,” she snapped, hugging the folders to her chest. She stared him down, refusing to let him see the way he got to her. “You can expect my formal resignation on your desk first thing in the morning. I’ve had enough.”

She turned on her heel and strode for the door. Take that, asshole!

Turning the handle with her free hand, the door began to open, but a hand appeared behind her and slammed it closed. That was when she realized how close Mr. McDonald was standing behind her. She could feel the heat from his body radiating onto the bare skin of her neck. Swallowing hard, she pulled at the door again, but his hand held firm, his body trapping her against the door and denying her escape.

“Melissa.” His voice was a sigh behind her.

Her entire body became rigid at the sound of her name on his lips. His perfect lips that she’d fantasized about kissing her own.

“Turn around,” he said, the command in his voice speaking to her core.

Her pussy began to tingle, her breath coming faster. The fight she’d had suddenly left her body, and she turned slowly, hugging the folders to her chest like a shield.

Before she understood what was happening, his other hand cupped her face, and his lips crushed against hers. Hard. The folders in her arms dropped to the floor, papers sliding everywhere, but he didn’t stop. His tongue licked into her mouth, forcing entry, entwining with hers, and she sank into him, her mind becoming foggy.

His hand left the door and came to rest on her hips, tugging the blouse from the hem of her skirt. He began to fumble with the buttons as he kissed her, and she tore her lips away from his. Her whole body was on fire. She felt the wetness between her legs and the dull throb that had flared with Mr. McDonald’s touch.

He’d kissed her? What was this?

With all the force she could muster, she pushed him away with the flats of her palms, horrified at her sudden display of passion. Never in her entire life had she reacted like that to a man’s touch. Never.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, closing her eyes.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he murmured, pressing his body against hers.

She felt the bulge in his trousers, and her eyes flew open. He was staring at her with uninhibited desire, pressing his erection into her lower belly. Oh…my…

“Can’t take what?”

“Four years…” He swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her lips. “I’ve watched you sit in that corner for four years, and the whole time… I can’t have you, but fuck the rules. I can’t stand by anymore. I want you, Miss Cox,” he declared before ripping the front of her shirt open. Buttons popped from the fabric, bouncing to the floor, and her full chest was suddenly on display to her employer. “And you want me.”

It was true. She did want him but not at the expense of her reputation. Regardless, she didn’t move to cover herself. If he was trying to seduce her, then he didn’t need to do very much.

“Mr. McDonald…”

He hitched up her skirt, bunching the material around her waist as her hands fisted into his hair.

“You can say no,” he murmured, his voice husky, his hands exploring. “I know this is wrong. It’s forbidden…but I can’t help myself.”

Oh, my, she thought. I’m doing this to him? He wants me this bad?

He slid his hands down the back of her panties, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks, and everything ached, begging to be touched.

“Tell me you want me, Miss Cox.” His breath was hot against her neck, and his tongue licked a burning trail.

“How long?” She gasped as he thrust his groin against her lower belly.

“A long fucking time,” he replied, understanding her meaning.

Fuck, his hands on her, his mouth, his cock rubbing against her.

“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve wanted you, too.”

His eyes blazed as he shoved her panties off her ass. They hooked around her ankles, and she kicked them off as he hastily undid his slacks, desperate to be inside her.

Then she saw his cock standing proud, thick, long, and primed. Oh, God, he was hard, so fucking hard and beautiful. She thought she might like to fall to her knees, but before she could lose her grip on her control, he picked her up in his strong arms and pressed her body back against the door. His fingers bit into her skin as his mouth trailed a path of fire down her neck.

The want that had risen in her core was unbelievable. She felt herself respond to his touch, moaning and rubbing against him, her breasts tender to the touch. She was desperate for him to take her, and his body told the same story.

He thrust his cock into her without warning, filling her to the brim, and she cried out at the sensation. Once his crown hit home, he drew back and thrust again with a grunt.

“You feel as good as I imagined,” he said with a heavy breath as he had her.

He’d fantasized about her? Him? Mr. McDonald?

“Do you like it?” he asked, his breath hot against her neck. “Do you want it like this?”

He pounded into her, her skin blooming, and she knew she would feel this for days to come. She would feel him and his magnificent cock slamming into her as she sat at her desk. She would dream about it as she did her reports. She would feel it as she replied to emails. She would feel it late at night when she dreamed.

“Tell me,” he said, growling against her ear.

“Yes,” she cried, losing all sense of decorum. How could she not considering her current position. “Oh, fuck.”

The air filled with the musky tang of sex, their moans tangling, their skin slapping. Melissa relished the feel of his flexing muscles as he joined with her over and over.

“Harder,” she cried as her orgasm began to spike. “Faster. Don’t stop.”

He thrust harder, grunting like a wild animal, his hands grasping her ass and pulling her onto his cock again and again. She exploded, her muscles clenching, his name on her lips. She cried her pleasure, and for the first time in her life, she was alive.

She was hardly aware when he pulsed deep inside her, spilling his seed deep into her core as her body tightened around him, taking him for all he was worth.

His chest heaved against hers, his cock firmly inside her, and he swirled his hips once, eliciting a gasp from her lips. She was so tender and still very much aroused.

He pulled out of her and set her down gently, her knees weak, and she collapsed back against the door, breathless. Without thinking, she raised her hands and began massaging her tender breasts.

With blazing eyes, he reached behind her and undid the zipper on her skirt, allowing it to fall around her ankles, and then he unclasped her bra. She was standing naked in front of Zachary McDonald in his office, and he’d just given her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her entire life. Was this real?

“Mr. McDonald,” she began, her chest heaving. “What—”

“Please,” he replied, shucking off his shirt. “Call me Zach.”

He scooped her up into his arms and deposited her unceremoniously onto the desk, her back flat against the leather top. He really was glorious to look at, all sculptured muscles with the delicious V of his hips.

He massaged his palms between her thighs and spread her legs wide before clamping down on her breasts, twisting her nipples hard. Pain spiked through her skin, and she cried out, arching into his touch. Finally, she understood when people said pain could be pleasurable.

The underside of his cock rubbed up and down against her clit while his hands kneaded her breasts.

“Do you want me inside you, Miss Cox?” he asked, his breathing ragged.

She nodded, her eyes rolling as he drove her crazy with want.

He pulled his hips back, rubbing himself along her clit and pressing against her opening.

“In here?” His eyes blazed, his muscles coiled ready to thrust.

She nodded again, biting her lip. “Hard.”

Without hesitation, he pounded into her, his cock sliding through her slick opening and hitting her so deep it was almost painful. Her back arched off the desk, a gasp bursting from her lips.

He began to move, stroking her pussy in long expert thrusts, and she wondered how many women he’d fucked. Did it matter? He was so good at it… He wanted to fuck her, not those other girls. His cock was in her, driving her completely and utterly mad.

“You feel so good,” she said, panting.

“Miss Cox has found her voice,” he said with a grunt. “Tell me more.”

She froze, stilling her hips underneath him, and he did the same, burying deep and holding.

“Shall I begin?” he asked, his gray eyes blistering. “You are so tight, Miss Cox. I like it…”

Melissa shivered as he swirled his hips, rubbing his groin against her clit. He had such a dirty mouth. She didn’t expect it to be such a turn on.

“I liked…” she trailed off.

“You like what?”

“I liked fucking against the door.” She sighed, rolling her hips.

He curled his body over hers, his hands twisting in her hair, tugging painfully. “Do you like it hard, Miss Cox?”

She nodded slowly. “I think I would like for you to spank me, Mr. McDonald.”

His eyes widened, and abruptly, he let her go, pulling his cock out of her pussy. She mewled in protest, wondering if she’d said the wrong thing, but his hands were digging into her hips as he flipped her over onto her stomach.

Crack.

His palm connected with her ass cheek, and she gasped as her flesh began to sting. Shockwaves splintered right into her sex, and her legs began to quiver.

“Like that, Miss Cox?” Mr. McDonald asked, his voice husky.

“Yes,” she cried, and he struck her again, the flat of his palm connecting with the same spot.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He moaned. “So fucking responsive…”

He brought his palm down on her other ass cheek and thrust his cock deep at exactly the same moment. The desk jerked an inch across the floor, and Melissa clung to it, her entire body alive.

He fucked her mercilessly, his cock driving home, again and again, his palm connecting with her ass once more, sweat beading over her skin, her flesh tender. She moaned her pleasure, her cries uninhibited. She felt her orgasm beneath the surface, a monster waiting to be unleashed. How could she survive that?

Finally, she came undone, her orgasm ripping through her body as he kept pumping. Her body squeezed his shaft, her senses in overload. She screamed his name so loud she thought security might walk in on them in a compromising position. How would she explain herself then?

“That’s it,” Mr. McDonald was saying. “Come, Melissa. Let go. Show me how I make you feel.”

“Come,” she cried out. “Come in me.” She reared back into him with the last of her strength, and he pounded into her once more. Then he was coming in hot bursts, driving deep, and she moaned her pleasure.

“Fuck…” Mr. McDonald was moaning above her, holding her firmly on him. “So good…”

He slid out of her, his fingers probing, spreading himself around her clit like he was marking his territory. She moaned softly, her body too overcome to protest. She quaked under his gentle touches, absently wondering how she was supposed to stand.

When he pulled away, she pushed herself up off the desk, her knees weak. He picked up her panties and handed them to her. Flushing, she pulled them on and fixed her bra in place. Her skirt came next, then her shirt…with all the buttons missing. That was right, he’d torn it clean off her earlier.

“My shirt…” She flushed, not sure how this part was meant to go. They’d crossed the line marked forbidden, and what happened next was anyone’s guess.

Mr. McDonald frowned and fastened her safety pin through the material just below the swell of her breasts. Then he pulled her suit jacket over her shoulders, did up the button in front, and then straightened her collar, his fingers brushing against his skin. It seemed he could be gentle, too.

Glancing down, she saw she was covered, not modestly but enough that she wasn’t indecent. She gathered he cared about her reputation at least a little.

“No one must know about this,” he said, buttoning up his shirt.

Narrowing her eyes, she sighed. Of-fucking-course. “Because it will cost you your job?”

“No, on the contrary,” he replied, gazing at her with steely eyes, “it will cost you yours.”

“But—”

He placed a finger over her lips, silencing her mid-sentence. “Your resignation has been rejected.”

She shook her head free. “But—”

“Do I have to give you a raise?”

“A raise?” How dare he! “I’m not your—”

He interrupted again. “A corner office?”

“I’m not a whore!”

He frowned. “What would you like then, Miss Cox?”

“Well, for starters, you can call me Melissa after hours.”

“You like that?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

She nodded. “And I don’t want anything in return. I won’t be bought. I didn’t let you…do that to me because I wanted a promotion.”

His gaze took her in, revealing nothing about what he thought of her conditions. “But you must want something?”

Boldly, she stepped forward and dug her fingers into his crotch, massaging his cock. Never in her entire life had she felt this powerful…or brave.

He grinned, flexing into her palm. “Sex? That’s what you want?”

She nodded, enraptured at how hard he was becoming again. He’d already had her twice. Could he go three times?

“It’s forbidden,” he went on. “If we’re caught, nothing will happen to me. My family owns the company. You, however…”

“I know the risk,” she said.

“And you would take it knowing the outcome?”

She nodded.

“Then it seems I’ve misjudged how deep this attraction runs. For me…and you.” Mr. McDonald grinned and cupped her cheek in his palm. “So, Miss Cox, it seems you’ve finally found your voice…and what a voice it is.”

“Why did you wait so long?” She palmed him, digging her fingernails into his hardening flesh.

“Why indeed…” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body hard into his, hitching up her skirt. “We have time for one more.”

Sinking back into his leather office chair, she straddled him as his hands unfastened his slacks and pushed them down off his ass.

She sank down onto his cock, and it hit deep inside her. She moaned her pleasure and began to ride the all-powerful Zachary McDonald, her hips rolling as she took him again and again.

Yes, they had time for one more.

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The next morning, Melissa strode into the office, trying to keep her composure.

As per the usual routine, she was ignored, the group of women around the coffee machine too engrossed in talking about their own conquests to notice her. If they only knew what had happened here last night. Fucking their Adonis of a boss in his office! That would send the water cooler into a spin, but she knew better. Their affair had to be kept secret.

Their affair…

Rolling her eyes, Melissa slunk through the office and sat in her chair, turning the computer on. Despite the mind-blowing sex she’d had the night before, it would be oh so satisfying to hand in her resignation letter. The moment it hit Mr. McDonald’s desk, he would tear it in two. Much like he had her shirt.

“Melissa.” The irritating sound of Sylvia’s voice broke through her daydreaming.

Glancing up, she replied, “Yes?”

Without uttering another word, Sylvia unceremoniously dropped a pile of manila folders onto Melissa’s keyboard, almost spilling the coffee in her hand right across the desk. With a sneer, she declared, “I need these by the end of the day.”

I bet she does, Melissa thought, casting her gaze down. Fucked but still fucked over.

“I’ll have it done,” was her audible reply.

“Miss Bennet,” a deep voice boomed, slicing right through her body and embedding deep into her core.

The entire office seemed to freeze at the sudden arrival of Mr. McDonald. Usually, everyone was waiting at their respective positions so they could ogle his progress across the office, but today, he’d caught them unawares, and by the way Sylvia’s face flared red, he’d caught her bitchy display. In. Full.

“Good morning, Mr. McDonald,” she said, her voice wavering.

He disregarded her with a curt nod and glanced at Melissa, who was trying to return order to her desk…anything to not look at the man who’d fucked her senseless in his office the night before.

“Miss Cox?”

She stilled her shaking fingers and glanced up at him. “Yes, sir?”

He stared down at her, his expression calm and controlled. She wouldn’t expect anything less. He’d been hiding his forbidden attraction for four long years, after all. He was a master.

“You will be expected to work after hours this evening. I expect it will be no trouble?” His question was a command, and she felt her thighs clench at the promise of being filled with his cock once more.

She felt the eyes of the entire office staring at them, but she never let the ruse drop. Not even slightly.

Nodding, she replied, “Of course, sir.”

As he crossed the office and disappeared, the entire floor erupted in hushed whispers. The gossip mill was sent into overdrive, but Melissa could only think about one thing.

The explosive orgasm she was going to have on Zachary McDonald’s desk after hours.

No, it was no trouble at all.

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