Chapter 2: MY ARROGANT SUPERVISOR IS SPANKING AND COLLARING ME IN MY OWN OFFICE
My back hits the cool surface of my executive desk as Marcus pushes me down, his thick finger still buried knuckle-deep in my dripping p***y. The city lights glitter through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, a reminder that anyone working late on the lower floors could potentially look up and see their ice-queen boss getting fingered by her new subordinate.
This is career suicide. This is insane. I should scream for security.
Instead, my hips roll shamelessly against his hand, chasing the stretch.
“f**k, Victoria,” Marcus groans, voice rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. His dark eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my stomach flip. “You’re soaked. Look at you — the woman who makes execu
