My pussy quivers as I sit at my desk, staring at my computer. I’m trying to focus on work, but the only fucking thing I can think about right now is that rock-hard cock of Zane’s.

Shit, he could seriously fucking injure somebody with that thing. It’s so fucking enormous.

Or he could seriously pleasure the fuck out of me with it.

I take a deep breath and put my head in my hands. I shut my eyes tightly and try to force myself to think about anything other than that throbbing piece of man meat attached to the biggest, most arrogant prick on the planet.

“Are you okay, Piper?”

I sit at attention, quickly squaring out my shoulders as I notice my assistant staring at me funny from the doorway entrance of my office.

“I’m fine.” I toss her a nonchalant smile, hoping she can’t see me all flustered on the inside.

Of course she notices. I’m not fucking stupid. If she didn’t have cause to be alarmed, she wouldn’t be standing in my doorway, staring at me as if I’m wearing my panties on my head.

I’m currently creaming my panties with some warm pussy juices while I think about Zane, but that’s another story.

I have to stop this bullshit.

I clear my throat. “Is there something you need, Sarah?” I give her a polite yet professional smile.

Sarah is my assistant going on one year now. I hired her literally the next day after she got her college degree. I see potential in her; I just hope she’s not after my job as CEO.

She also has long blonde hair, but it’s stringier than mine, and she is a little plump.

Well, maybe plump is an unkind word. How about we say rotund? Or is that too harsh too?

At any rate, I can tell she enjoys her sweets by her stout figure.

I enjoy my sweets as much as the next girl, but I prefer them to be in the form and shape of a nice throbbing cock. I try not to imagine curling my lips around Zane’s hard tip while Sarah stands in the doorway.

“I’m just wondering if you need me to push back your meetings this afternoon.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively. “That’s not necessary, but thank you for considering it.”

“No problem.” She gives me a tight little bow and quickly shuffles away back to her cubicle across from my office.

A few minutes later, Sarah buzzes me.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Hi, Piper, um…you have a visitor.”

A visitor, she says…probably an unwanted one by the inflection of Sarah’s tone.

I know immediately that it’s Zane. He’s a well-known player and pompous asshole. I know he makes Sarah feel uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, I ask the question that I already know the answer to. “Okay, who is it?”

“It’s um…Zane Tanner.”

I sigh with dramatic effect. “Okay, tell him I’ll be right with him.”

I play my cards right. I want to win this little undefined game. I want to make him wait, make him squirm in his seat.

I have every right and reason to fire him as my manufacturer, but I really fucking need him right now. His company is great—the best in the business.

I can’t afford to lose him. Not now when so much is at stake.

Firing him would mean I have to start all over with another manufacturer, and there just isn’t fucking time on the schedule to deal with all that shit.

The deadline I’m running against is tight, and the pressure is on full blast. I have a new lingerie collection coming out for the fall season, and if I want it to get out on time, I need Zane.

The flaw I’m always working against when it comes to Zane Tanner is that he is fully aware and knows how much I need him.

This, of course, gives him all the ammunition at his disposal to fuck with me because he knows he can get away with anything. Fucking bastard.

Don’t get me wrong. Firing Zane brings a tingle to my bones because I know I would enjoy it…believe me. I just can’t start from scratch with some subpar company.

I take a deep breath and adjust my hair, my blouse, and retouch my makeup.

What? Don’t judge. I want to look presentable for anyone, not just Zane.

Okay, maybe there’s a slim chance I want to impress him. He already tells me all the time I’m hot, so I have to live up to the potential. You’d do it too, so don’t give me any bullshit.

Taking a deep breath, I press the intercom button on my office phone. Sarah picks up on the first ring, and she sounds desperate.

“Are you ready for him now?” she whispers into the phone.

“Yes,” I say with a burst of self-confidence. “Send him in.”

I poise myself and sit up straight, ready for him to make his grand entrance. I’m expecting it, and sure enough, he struts into the room with as much swagger as I think is humanly possible.

“Hello again,” he says and removes his shades, providing me with an epic view of his dark, captivating eyes.

“Um, are you really wearing sunglasses inside, dude?” I say. “Seriously, you need to get over yourself.”

“I’d rather get under you.” He grins with a perfect dimple set in his left cheek.

Oh my god, is he for real?

“Zane, listen.”

“What?” He feigns worry as he sits across from me at the desk. “Are you mad?” Then he flashes that sexy grin again, and I know he’s not fucking scared of anyone or anything.

“Yes!” I blurt out in a frustrated huff. “Zane, this is serious.”

I don’t want to look him directly in the eyes because I know he’ll make me cave with the way he stares right through me. Fuck, his eyes are mocha colored and fucking perfection on a platter.

“You aren’t going to fire me, are you?”

His voice is a mock whine. He slowly stands up and walks toward me with excruciating precision before standing right above me.

I’m still sitting in my desk chair as he looks down at me. I swallow hard and instinctively part my legs, but then I quickly realize the mistake and shut them tight like a steel trap once again.

Fucking hell. I sure as fuck hope he didn’t catch that little misstep.

“I should fire you,” I begin shakily. “You had sex on my desk. You’re reckless and careless. These are all reasons to let you go…” I trail off, stumbling for the right words.

“But I’m also precise, smart, and fast,” he begins with a bright, beaming smile. “All reasons to allow me to stay.”

Now he’s only an inch or so away from my face. I can see the chisel in his jawline; his breath is cool on my cheek. His cologne fills my nostrils, and I want nothing more than to grab him by his shirt and pull him closer for a kiss.

I restrain myself, knowing I can’t contribute to the very problem I’m scolding him for.

He knows he’s breaking me. Fuck, so much for trying to keep my poker face.

“Perhaps I can treat you to dinner as a way to apologize for my less than favorable behavior?” His eyes twinkle with charismatic charm.

I sigh dramatically and toss my pen into the air. It lands on the desk.

“Fine.”

I stand up to meet his gaze.

“You have one chance to convince me why I shouldn’t kick you out on your ass right now.”

I make sure I’m firm, and I raise my eyebrows, daring him to protest.

“That seems fair enough to me,” he says. “Should I lean in for a hug?”

“Hell no.” I pretend that the sheer thought disgusts me. “But I’ll settle for a handshake.”

He extends an arm and his grip is firm, just as I imagine his hands would be wrapped around my waist. Or thrusting into my pussy.

“It’s a deal,” he says. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”