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SKYE

Tapping the stop button on my music app, the sound of Adele’s soulful voice immediately stops.

I let out a sigh of satisfaction, giving the buns in my hair a quick squeeze to relieve the pressure. They’ve been in all day, and I’m desperate to get home and unravel my platinum-silver locks. I’ve been a graphic designer here at Baxter and Bain Branding in my hometown of Castleview Cove since I left art college, but sitting at a desk all day is beginning to take its toll on my shoulders.

Stretching my stiffened neck to ease the tension from sitting hunched over a desk for the last—I check the clock—five hours, I whip off my noise-canceling headphones and lay them on my messy desk. I jolt when a muffled groan echoes across the deserted office, making the beat of my heart shift up a gear.

I sit as still as a statue and dart my eyes around the darkened space.

Nothing.

I must have imagined it.

Turning my attention back to the project management software, it glows back from my computer screen in vivid green, confirming I have completed yet another two projects four days ahead of schedule.

I can’t wait to pour myself a celebratory crisp glass of wine as soon as I get back home.

The same muffled moan echoes again but much louder this time.

A shiver of panic runs down my spine.

I slowly roll my chair away from my desk. Security is watertight at Baxter and Bain, so they would know if an intruder was in the building… wouldn’t they?

I leap to my feet when the chilling sound of a woman sighing floats hauntingly toward me.

Another low moan drifts my way from the managers’ corridor.

I creep quietly toward the noise.

A yellow glow from Jacob’s office, our account executive—and my boss—makes my shoulders sag with relief.

My friend since high school and my ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jacob doesn’t ever work nights. I know this because I am the only one that does.

What the hell is he doing here?

Now only a couple of feet away from his office, the distinctive sound of a high-pitched feminine moan is more obvious.

Oh my God, is Jacob watching porn in the office?

Curiosity gets the better of me and I move toward the sound.

I have to cover my mouth to silence a gasp when I reach Jacob’s office, his door wide open.

He’s fucking a girl over his desk from behind. Her ice-white hair covers her cheek-to-desk face, making it impossible for me to make out her features.

I don’t recognize her silver-white locks that are weirdly similar to mine.

I stand in the doorway, unable to tear my eyes off him as he drives into her with wild abandon while she groans with pleasure.

A faint sheen of perspiration covers his glorious, athletic chest. His torso is covered in tattoos I’ve never seen before. My eyes dip lower toward his defined abs and chiseled V pointing downward, tempting me to catch a glimpse of his cock, but I can’t see it from this angle.

I want to see.

He presses the girl’s shoulders firmly against the hard surface with one hand and with the other, he digs his fingertips into the pale skin of her hips.

“Ah, Jacob,” she moans.

“I told you. No talking,” Jacob scolds through his clenched jaw.

His buzz cut and matching beard length make him look more of a rebel than he really is.

My feet are glued to the floor.

I want to watch.

I shouldn’t. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s best friend.

But I’ve never realized how utterly drop-dead gorgeous he is before.

Tonight, I’m seeing him in a whole new light.

Warmth spreads between my thighs and my breathing becomes labored. I’m so turned on.

His gruff voice commands the girl currently being fucked into oblivion, “You are not to come. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” the faceless girl replies.

Holy shit! My fingers twitch at the hem of my short white sweater dress.

I want to touch myself.

Jacob lets out a low moan as he thrusts into her. “Skye,” he groans with his head slightly dipped.

I gasp at my name on his lips. My shock echoes around the otherwise silent corridor.

Jacob’s head snaps up, finding me standing in the doorway. He doesn’t react, his face fixed and expressionless.

“What was that?” the nameless girl breathlessly asks, her cheek still pressed firmly against the desk.

“Nothing,” Jacob lies with a devilish smirk. “Touch yourself.”

On his instruction, the girl underneath him lifts one of her hands from the desk and places it between her legs.

Unblinking, he keeps staring at me. “Do it for me.” Dripping with desire, his voice rumbles in his chest.

On autopilot, my hand glides along the sliver of skin between my black over-the-knee socks and the hem of my mid-thigh dress. Before I know what’s happening, I’ve pulled my dress around my waist and I am holding it in place, not caring that I’m flashing my G-string or that my hand is inside the now-soaked white lace.

I’m so wet. For him.

“Now make yourself come for me, Skye.” His emerald eyes turn darker, making me feel like I’m lost in a forest.

My fingertips dance across my swollen clit and I almost let out a moan. But I don’t. I don’t want the girl he’s screwing to know I am here. The only eyes I want on me are his.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me Skye,” the girl below him whines.

“I told you to be quiet.” His thrusts become brutal. “Show me.” He lowers his gaze to my pussy.

Without hesitation, I pull my panties to the side, giving him what he wants.

“Bare. Smooth,” he gasps. “So fucking beautiful.” He licks his bottom lip.

The girl below him huffs. “Jacob, what is with you tonight? You’re acting weird.” But she doesn’t stop him as he continues to fuck her.

I slide my finger between my pussy lips again and circle my clit. My chest heaves as a moan fights desperately to leave my chest. I rub harder, feeling my impending orgasm begin to take over my body.

“Do you need to come?” he growls.

I nod submissively.

“Come for me, Skye.”

His teeth sink into his plump bottom lip as he continues to watch me pinch, then circle my clit through hooded eyes.

The girl’s moans become louder, as do his, and when I push a finger inside my wet pussy and press my thumb against my swollen bud, I come—the force of my silent orgasm making my legs tremble and my heart hammer.

This pushes him over the edge, and he comes too.

Never losing eye contact with me, he calls out my name in a gruff, harsh tone.

I’m transfixed.

Breaking us from our spell, he blinks slowly, as if not believing what we just did.

I release my dress from my tight grip, removing my hand from between my legs at the same time.

Eyes widening, I stifle a cry of shock.

I feel so ashamed.

What have I done?

Jacob

My name is Jacob Baxter.

I’m thirty years old, and I’m in love with Skye McNairn.

The girl I grew up with. The woman I can’t have.

The incredibly distracting woman I have an unhealthy secret obsession with. The woman currently staring at me through the open doorway of my office as I fuck another girl from behind on my desk while imagining it’s her.

It’s catastrophically wrong on so many levels, but I can’t stop myself.

As I keep railing the girl below me, I’m pretty sure I’m blowing any minuscule chance I ever had with Skye out of the water too, although she has never shown any interest in me.

She has only ever seen me as a friend , which sucks.

Look, don’t touch. Those have always been the rules because she’s my best friend’s ex.

She’s off limits, so it’s wrong for me to want her the way I do.

But she consumes my thoughts twenty-four-seven.

It doesn’t help that I’m her boss and spend hour after hour, day after day, with her gorgeousness. It’s hideously torturous.

From her smile and sweet giggle to her cute space buns that she wears every day. Her platform shoes and tiny multicolored print dresses, and don’t get me started on the over-the-knee socks that make my cock so fucking goddamn hard the private bathroom in my office has become my one-man wank tank.

I should rewrite her employee contract with a clause outlining that she’s forbidden to wear them.

Being so close to someone you know you can’t touch or even tell how you feel is fucking painful. I feel it every day and I’m pretty certain she doesn’t even know I exist.

But right now, she’s here watching me, and I intend on making the most of it. Consequences be damned.

She grabs a fistful of her dress, gripping it tight as her breathing quickens.

“Do you like to watch?” I ask her.

Below me, Verity answers, but I’m not asking her.

Skye nods.

“Touch yourself.” My eyes stay fixed on her. I’m going to fucking blow my load if she obeys.

Skye hesitates momentarily.

“Do it for me,” I coax.

I try to mask my shock as she pulls her dress up to her waist, then pushes her hand inside her white lace panties.

“Now make yourself come for me, Skye.” She better come quick; I’m not going to last. She’s making the dreams I’ve had about her for years a reality.

Skye shows me her pussy, and it’s more beautiful than I could ever have imagined—pink, swollen, and I can see from here how wet she is for me.

She slides her fingers between her pussy lips, then circles her clit.

“Come for me, Skye,” I urge again.

She silently comes, taking me with her as she lets go, and I blow my load.

Her eyes grow wide, brows pinched, and before I know what’s happening, she vanishes.

What the fuck have I done?