Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER SEVEN

The private bathroom in Dominic’s office was all black marble and glass.

Avery stood at the sink, dress shoved up around her waist, panties on the floor. Dominic was behind her, one hand locked around her hip, the other braced on the counter as he f****d her in slow, deep strokes. The door was locked. The outer office was full of people. Every time someone walked past in the hallway, their voices carried just enough to make Avery’s pulse spike.

"He’s inside me while his entire floor is working," she thought, biting her lip hard. *Anyone could knock. Anyone could hear.* And still her body opened for him, wet and greedy, like it had stopped caring about the consequences days ago.

Dominic’s reflection met her eyes in the mirror. His expression was calm, almost cold, but his thrusts were anything but.

“You’re moving into my room tonight,” he said, voice low. “When Claire gets home Sunday, she’ll find your things already there. I’ll tell her the guest room has a leak. Or that I want you closer because of security. I don’t give a f**k what excuse I use. You’re done sleeping down the hall.”

Avery’s fingers curled against the marble. “She’s going to know.”

“Eventually,” He drove deeper, making her gasp. “And when she does, I’ll handle it. You’re not leaving. You’re not going back to pretending this is temporary.”

He reached around and rubbed her c**t in tight, ruthless circles. Avery came with a broken sound she tried to muffle against her arm, thighs shaking. Dominic followed a moment later, burying himself to the hilt and filling her again with a low, possessive groan.

He stayed inside her for a few seconds, breathing against the back of her neck, then slowly pulled out. c*m dripped down her thighs. He watched it, then wiped her carefully with a clean towel before tugging her dress back down.

“Clean enough for the hallway,” he said. “But I want you to feel me for the rest of the day.”

They stepped out of the bathroom like nothing had happened. Dominic’s assistant barely looked up. Avery kept her face carefully blank even though her legs still felt unsteady, and every step reminded her of what he’d just done.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of emails and meetings she barely registered. Dominic kept her in his office under the pretense of “helping with a project.” Every time their eyes met, the heat in his gaze made her stomach flip.

At 5:40 p.m. his phone rang. He answered, listened for a moment, then his expression shifted.

“Send her up,” he said.

Avery’s blood ran cold.

Claire walked into the office three minutes later, still in her travel clothes, suitcase trailing behind her. She looked tired but smiling.

“Surprise,” she said, dropping her bag. “Flight got in early. I thought I’d come straight here instead of home.”

Her eyes moved from Dominic to Avery and lingered a second too long.

“I didn’t know you two were working together today.”

Dominic’s voice stayed perfectly even. “Avery’s been helping with the Morrison files. We’re almost done.”

Claire’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “How convenient.”

The air in the room changed. Avery felt it like a physical weight. Claire’s gaze dropped briefly to Avery’s slightly wrinkled dress, then to the way Dominic was standing just a little too close.

Something flickered across Claire’s face, suspicion, calculation, something colder.

“I’ll wait in the car,” Claire said slowly. “Don’t take too long.”

She left.

The door clicked shut.

Dominic turned to Avery. His expression was no longer calm.

“She knows,” he said quietly. “Or she’s close enough that it doesn’t matter.”

Avery’s heart slammed against her ribs. “What do we do?”

Dominic walked to her, cupped her jaw, and kissed her hard — right there in the open office, where the glass walls still showed the hallway.

When he pulled back, his voice dropped lower.

“We stop hiding.”

He picked up his phone and typed a short message. Avery saw the name at the top: Marcus.

Then Dominic looked at her again, eyes dark and absolute.

“Claire is about to find out exactly who I choose. And Avery… once I make that choice public, there is no going back for either of us.”

Outside the office, the elevator dinged.

Claire was coming back.