The office was mostly empty when I stepped off the elevator at 5:57.
Malik’s floor was quiet—lights dimmed, cleaning crew not due until later. I wore the black skirt Brooke had specified and nothing underneath. Every step reminded me. The cool air against my bare cunt, the way the fabric clung when I moved, the dull ache from last night that still hadn’t faded. Malik’s door was cracked. I pushed it open.
He was behind his desk, tie loose, sleeves rolled. His eyes dropped straight to the hem of my skirt. “Lock it.”
I did. He stood, crossed the room, and spun me so my palms hit the wood. The skirt was yanked up in one motion. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers pushing into me without warning. I was already wet. He groaned, low, and freed his c**k. The head dragged through me once, t
