I walk over to my office door and pull it open, heading over to the coffee machine. As I walk along the balcony, I glance across the office space and see Tia’s light on. She’s here.

Alone.

I need to get her out of here—especially after Oleg’s lecture today.

I just don’t want to cause shit for her or myself.

I forget about the coffee and head downstairs to talk to her.

“Hello, beautiful,” I say, walking up to her desk.

She jumps a little and spins her chair around. “Oh my goodness. Don’t sneak up on me like that.” She giggles, and I want to grab her and press my body against hers. That sound, her lips, the way her eyes light up.

Everything about her makes me want to possess her in all kinds of ways.

“Why do you insist on disobeying me, Tia?” I say with a dark suggestiveness in my voice.

“Disobeying you?” she repeats, shifting nervously, the smile brushed off her lips.

"I know I told you not to work here alone. You should be working up in my office if you want to be here late.”

She stands up, shuffling the files on her desk. “I didn’t realize it was this late. Um. I can—I just needed to finish—"

I step closer to her and the heat from our bodies mingles.

She turns to face me, awkwardly trying to figure out what to do with her body. She’s gripping the binders in her hands as I reach out and wrap my fingers around her jaw, forcing her to look up at me.

“I don’t really want to hear excuses. What I want to hear is ‘yes, sir.’”

She spots the slight smirk on my face and realizes that I’m teasing her.

Even though I’m not.

I would love to tell her to bend over that desk right now and hear her respond with nothing but ‘yes, sir.’

My body shivers with delight at the images flashing through my mind.

Tia seems to notice the shift in my body language, and her lips part as she takes a sharp breath.

I brush my thumb over her lips.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

Not here, especially not here, but in my attempt to tease her, I’ve teased myself.

I lean my face closer to hers, our lips almost touching. She doesn’t try to stop me. She doesn’t protest.

Gripping her jaw tighter in my hand, I press my lips against hers and kiss her.

She steps closer to me, and our bodies are tight against each other.

I wrap my hand around her thick waist and feel the full curves of her body.

My cock begins to stir and throb. I have to stop. I have to get control of myself right now, because if I don’t, I will have her bent over the desk in a few minutes.

I pull away from her.

She looks up at me with those dark chocolate pools. She bites her lower lip, her lips shining from the kiss.