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Dominic sat up slightly, a crease forming between his brows as if he was suddenly very interested in what was going on. But he didn’t interrupt my story, so I kept going.

“When we spoke after the meeting,” I continued, “I asked her directly if she had accessed the draft documents. She didn’t deny it. She just played coy, made it sound like I was jumping to conclusions. But I saw the way she looked at me. She knew exactly what she was doing.”

“And legal?”

“Isla called me a few minutes ago. HR is launching a review, and they’re pulling Marla’s access to the messaging archive for the next two weeks. The metadata confirmed my version was the original. IT verified it.”

“Christ,” he hissed, and both of his hands rose. His fingers rubbed his temples. I wasn’t sure why he was having a strong reaction to this, but given that it concerned him, I felt like it was my job to tell him, so I continued.

“I think it’s personal, Dominic.” I winced as I said his name instead of “Mr. Knight” while speaking about work topics, but his expression softened as I did. “I think she’s jealous that I got this job and maybe she wanted it.” Worrying my lip between my teeth, I waited for him to respond.

He rested his arms on the desk and looked at me carefully.

“I’m not so sure that’s it…” He sighed and leaned back in his chair, and something about his posture seemed inviting, like he wanted me to climb on his lap for comfort.

“You know, not everything is as it seems. Things hidden…well, they come out.”

I kept my expression still, but my pulse kicked up. I didn’t know if he was talking about Marla and her vendetta or if he’d seen the image I’d seen on that blog post.

“People think they can hide things forever,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “But they can’t. Not really.”

My breath caught. The room felt tighter. I found my hands coming together in front of me to wring and twist.

“Eventually, it comes out,” he drawled. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t even angry. But something in the way he said it made my stomach tie itself into a knot.

I smoothed a hand over my blouse and forced a calm smile. “Anything else you need from me?” But he didn’t answer me other than to stand in front of me, which felt intimidating.

Everything inside of me screamed for me to run down the hall and hide, to get away from him before he confronted me and told me that he’d seen the picture and he knew my secret.

“I have a secret, Savannah,” he growled low in his chest, but the panic in mine wouldn’t let up. I was freaking out, sweaty palms, hot face, sweaty pits, and all I could think was that my world was about to change.

“You do?” I muttered as he stepped closer, and I watched his eyes turn inky black.

“I do,” he purred, and his hand reached up, wrapped around the back side of my neck, and fisted in my hair.

I yelped in surprise as he pulled slightly so that my neck was exposed and my head arched back, and he leaned in and bit my skin gently.

“I want you, right here, right now.”

“But…” I protested. “The walls are literally glass…”

His lips and tongue moved against my pulse point unraveling me, melting the anxious tension, forcing my fingers to reach out and tremble over his chest.

“All the more reason to hurry before my team returns from their meeting…”

The office felt like a sauna as Dominic’s words and actions sent shockwaves through me. I was both terrified and aroused, torn between the need to flee and the desire to submit to his command. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the muffled sounds of the office around us.

“Dominic,” I managed to gasp out between shallow breaths, “we can’t…someone might…see us.”

Dominic’s reply was a low growl of: “I know.” His breath warm against my ear. His other hand found its way to my thigh, sliding upward and pushing the fabric of my skirt out of the way. “It’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t deny it. The risk of being caught, the sheer audacity of our actions, was intoxicating. My body betrayed me, responding to his touch despite my better judgment screaming at me to stop. I moaned as his fingers explored further, finding the dampness between my legs.

“Let me eat that pussy of yours,” he whispered as he roughly pushed my panties aside and his fingers entered me in one swift stroke. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it felt too good to push him away. I was already lost in the moment.

Nothing about this was right, or good, or holy, but Dominic Knight was everything I wanted in a man—bold, daring, spontaneous, stable, and mature.

And he was the father of my children, like it or not.

I stopped trying to reason with myself a long time ago and decided in this moment to throw caution to the wind.

His hand pushed me backward until my calves pressed against the front of the sofa near the windows in his office. I sat, but as I did, he hiked my skirt up and reached under it, tugging my panties down, which promptly vanished into his pocket.

As much as I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy this without fear, I had to keep my eyes open, scanning the area outside his glass office walls for movement. Even when his face dove between my thighs and his hands spread my legs wide.

It was both terrifying and exhilarating, knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment and catch us in this compromising position.

But the risk only seemed to heighten my arousal, making me wetter and more desperate for his touch.

Dominic’s tongue danced deliciously between my folds, skillfully teasing me into a frenzy.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as his mouth worked its magic.

My back arched against the sofa, my hand gripping the armrest as if my life depended on it.

It felt too good to stop now, no matter the consequences.

The room spun around me as the pleasure built within me, and I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.

Dominic sensed my escalating arousal and increased his pace, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

My nails dug into the leather sofa armrest, leaving behind half-moon imprints as I struggled to remain silent.

A high-pitched whimper escaped my lips, but Dominic seemed to relish it, redoubling his efforts.

“Oh God,” I breathed, but it came out as a strangled moan. “Dominic…I’m…I’m…”

His response was a growl of satisfaction against my center before I started to jolt.

His tongue lapped at my sensitive bud, while his fingers thrust inside of me, curling around to find my sweet spot.

My body convulsed and twitched. I hissed and spat through my clenched jaw, restraining myself from screaming at top volume, and when the waves started to slow, I found myself breathless.

Dominic rose up on his knees with his hands on his belt buckle and freed his dick from the cotton prison in which it was confined. I let my eyes shut briefly as he nudged my knees wider again and moved in for the kill.

His hands gripped my hips roughly as he positioned himself at my entrance. “God you taste amazing…Now let me feel you…” His hips thrust forward, sinking his full length until I was squirming in pleasure again.

There was no time to catch my breath; he was already moving, driving into me with a primal urgency that sent my senses reeling. All I could feel was the delicious friction of our bodies colliding, the building pressure coiling deep inside me again.

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to formulate any other response. “Faster…Harder.” He obliged without hesitation, plunging into me with even more force. It took my breath away, and I knew I would come again.

I reached down and lifted the hem of his shirt up, holding his tie out of the way so it wouldn’t get messy, and he smirked at me as he said, “Say something really nasty to me.”

“I want to feel you dripping out of me while I’m taking notes,” I mewled, and it seemed to do the trick. His hips wavered only briefly before he quickened the pace.

“Again,” he grunted, gripping my hips harder. His eyes fluttered shut as his head arched back. I reached for my clit and rubbed hard. I was going to come again.

“Make it messy. I want to walk out of here smelling like you…”

The pounding of our bodies against the sofa grew louder in my ears, drowning out the sounds of the office around us.

My orgasm barreled toward me, unstoppable and overwhelming.

Dominic’s breathing was labored as he grunted out each thrust, his grip on my hips bordering on painful.

The primal part of my brain took over, and all I could focus on was the building pressure between my legs.

“I’m close,” I gasped, biting down on my lip to muffle the moan that threatened to escape. “I’m going to come again.”

“Good,” Dominic growled in response, his hips bucking harder against me. “Let that pretty pussy of yours milk me.” His growl made me snap. I jolted and tensed, and he grunted as I felt warmth spreading inside me.

The climax was stronger than the first, and I couldn’t help the few whimpers and gasps that came out. My body was on fire, and I knew everyone in this building would smell the sex on me, but I didn’t care right then.

Dominic’s grip on my hips loosened as we both struggled to catch our breath. His chest heaved, his breath hot against my neck as he bent down to kiss me. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, still hard and pulsing in aftershocks. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

“I…I think we need to stop,” I panted, my words coming out in a whispered breath. “Someone could walk in any minute.”

He groaned in response but didn’t move yet.

Slowly, reluctantly, he withdrew from me, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan of loss.

He didn’t even wipe himself clean, choosing to tuck his still-hard dick back into his slacks and button up.

I waited, legs spread and dripping, on his couch as he got some tissues from his desk and returned to wipe me clean.

He offered me his hand and I stood, still breathless, but I didn’t push him away.

Then he kissed me again—slowly this time, with the kind of deliberate tenderness that made it impossible to pretend this was meaningless.

His hand settled against my cheek, thumb brushing beneath my eye as I shimmied my skirt back down around my thighs.

“Can we have that talk now,” he said, his voice low but certain, “about making this real?”

The question wasn’t what I was prepared for. It made me so uneasy, and a little nauseous. I felt the blood rush to my face as I stiffened beneath his touch. My heart knocked hard against my ribs. I couldn’t stay in this room with that hanging between us.

If I stayed, I’d have to tell him. About the twins. About the night that changed everything. About the life he didn’t know he had waiting on the other side of a truth I wasn’t ready to give.

I eased out of his arms with a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “I really need to get back. I have two follow-ups due by end of day, and I promised Vanessa an updated talking point list before the board review.”

It felt like I was holding everything together with invisible thread.

I paused just long enough to reach into his pocket and pull my panties out.

My back was straight, my chin high, but inside I was unraveling.

The air felt hotter now too, as if the room itself had absorbed his words and was blowing them back at me with fire attached.

As I walked toward the door, I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t turn around. If I did, I knew I’d waver. I’d hesitate. I might even stay. And if I stayed, we’d have the conversation he wanted—the one I couldn’t risk having yet. Not without destroying everything I had built.

The truth wasn’t something I could offer in pieces, and once I started, there would be no way to stop it.

So I opened the door and walked out, heels striking carpet with more force than necessary, each step anchoring me to the choice I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep making.