Zara sat in her office, staring at the same email for twenty minutes. The words blurred together. She kept feeling Malik’s hands on her hips, the way he slammed into her from behind in that hotel room, the low growl in her ear when he came. Her thighs squeezed together under the desk. She was wet again just thinking about it.
She lost the Thompson account that afternoon. The client said her proposal lacked focus. Zara knew the real reason — she had spent half the night riding Malik’s c**k instead of finishing the presentation.
Across town, Malik sat in his boardroom, jaw tight. He had just approved a risky discount that undercut his own margins. Why? Because he wanted to see the fire in Zara’s eyes when she found out. He wanted her angry. He wanted her storming into his office again so h
