Chloe scrambled under the massive wooden desk. The space was tight, but it hid her completely. She sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest, her skirt still bunched around her waist. Her heart hammered in her chest.
Damian sat down in his chair and rolled forward, blocking the opening of the desk with his legs.
"Come in," he called out.
The door opened. Chloe heard the heavy footsteps of three men. They greeted Damian, shaking hands and talking about the stock market. Damian sounded completely normal, like he hadn't just been finger-f*****g his new assistant.
While the men talked, Chloe saw Damian's hand reach down and unzip his pants again. He pulled his c**k out. It was still completely hard. He shifted his chair back a few inches, giving her just enough room.
His hand cam
