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Chapter 11

Cain

“We can’t do this here,” she whispers while looking around the hallway nervously.

Her eyes are wide with fear and her shoulders are pulled up to her ears, as if preparing for an impending attack—but I know that her core is throbbing with desire and the blush on her cheeks has nothing to do with the cold outside.

I know she is loving this.

I know she loves walking through her office at night with her perky ass on display and her hands behind her back.

And I know she’s wet.

I know because I made her take off her tights and panties when we were still at our table in the restaurant enjoying a lavish but light dinner. I know because I pushed her against the wall inside the elevator on our way up here, pulled her skirt up, and ordered her to spread her legs for me so I could investigate her bare pussy.

She mewled under my touch, protesting only for show and not because she meant it. She closed her eyes in shame when my fingers slid between her hot folds and a treacherous wet sound revealed her arousal.

She knew what was about to happen. She knew, and she got fucking wet from it.

“We can, and we will,” I insist, giving her a little nudge to keep moving when she hesitates and turns around to look at me with pleading eyes.

“Go now,” I urge her. “Go, or you’ll regret it.”

She inhales audibly, protest dancing on the tip of her tongue, as it did ever since I revealed my plan to her.

I’m going to play with her. I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to make her come as often as I damn well please.

And I’m going to do all of that in her boss’s office.

She shook her head violently upon hearing those words.

But she did everything I asked of her since that moment.

And now she’s walking in front of me, swaying her hips for my benefit as she parades her naked ass in front of me, as we’re headed for the door at the very end of this long corridor.

The door that Riley told me was never locked because her boss insisted on an open door policy, which makes him sound like less of a douchebag than he actually is.

Riley pauses in front of the office, standing still and tense while her gaze is glued on the closed door in front of her.

“Go,” I remind her, accompanied by a pinch on her left ass cheek.

She flinches at the intrusive touch, but the sigh that leaves her lips speaks of arousal just as much as fear. Those two emotions seem to meet in a sweet blend for naughty little Miss Riley, as much as she tries to deny it.

She opens the door and steps inside the room, moving slowly and cautiously, as if anyone could be disturbed by us. It’s close to midnight, and the office is as deserted as it can be. Yet she’s worried about being caught.

Sweet little girl.

“Turn on the light,” I command after following her inside and closing the door behind me.

Riley hesitates for a moment, appearing confused, as I’m the one standing right next to the light switch for the ceiling lights. I’m just about to urge her with another warning when she realizes that I’m talking about the small desk lamp right next to her. It immerses the room in a warm, soft light after she switches it on.

The room is small, considering it’s the boss’s office, with large windows covering the wall opposite the door. There’s nothing but a giant, ugly gray desk with two computer screens on top and a massive leather chair behind it. The bookshelves to my left are mostly empty, but it seems like this man takes good care of the only plant in his office—a large Monstera that dominates the corner right next to the desk.

Riley is standing next to the plant, her right hand still resting on the switch of the desk light while she regards me with an anxious look. Her skirt is pulled up above her hips, exposing her shaved little pussy, though she’s still properly dressed from the waist up.

“Undress.”

My one-word command causes her lower lip to quiver as she reaches up to the collar of her blouse.

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