Forbidden Craving

The Rules

The Rules

The conference room on the 18th floor of Rivera Tech felt like a glass cage suspended over the glittering harbor of Riverport. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in the late afternoon sun, turning the long marble table into a mirror that reflected my flushed cheeks and the nervous way I kept shifting in the sleek leather chair.

Jax sat at the head of the table like he owned the world, which, in this building, he basically did. At twenty-six he looked every bit the rising tech entrepreneur: crisp black button-down stretched across his muscular chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal veined forearms that made my mouth water. His jaw was tight, dark hair perfectly tousled, and those piercing eyes stayed fixed on the holographic display floating above the table instead of on me. He hadn’t said a word to me since I arrived. Not when I’d fumbled my badge at security and nearly dropped my laptop in the lobby. Not when an employee had mistaken me for an intern and tried to hand me coffee orders. He’d simply nodded for me to follow him up here, his silence were heavier than any lecture.

Now he finally spoke, voice low and commanding, the kind that vibrated straight between my legs.

“These are the rules, Lulu.”

My name on his lips sent a fresh rush of heat through me. I squeezed my thighs tighter, feeling the dampness already soaking my panties again. How was I supposed to focus when just hearing him say my name made me want to slide under this table and beg?

He continued without looking at me, fingers tapping across a sleek tablet. “We work professionally. Strictly. This cybersecurity project is time-sensitive and high-stakes. Mia insisted you already understand the basics from your classes, anf you already proven her not to be wrong this morning, so you’ll handle the vulnerability scans and protocol mapping. Nothing more.”

I nodded quickly, biting my lip to keep from blurting out how badly I wanted his massive c**k instead of this professional distance. The memory of his humiliating me burned fresh, him seeing me spread open, fingers thrusting deep, my needy p***y clenching visibly around them with arousal stringing down to the carpet. He must think I’m pathetic. A clumsy little freshman who can’t even keep her legs closed around her best friend’s brother. The embarrassment made my cheeks flame hotter, but it also made my c**t pulse with fresh need. I hated how much his coldness turned me on.

“No flirting,” he said flatly, finally glancing at me. His gaze was guarded, almost strained, like he was forcing himself to stay distant. “No unnecessary conversations. We communicate through the shared dashboard only. You come in, you do the work, you leave. Understood?”

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out softer than I wanted. “Yes… I understand. I promise I’ll behave. I’m here to prove I can be taken seriously, not… not like before.” The words tasted like a lie even as I said them. Inside, my mind was a whirlwind of filthy determination. I’ll behave on the outside, I told myself, but I’m going to make you see me. Make you want this tight, dripping p***y that’s been aching for your c**k since the first time I tripped into your room and saw you naked. I’ll be mature. Professional. And when you finally break, it’ll be because I proved I’m worth breaking your rules for.

Jax’s fingers tightened around the tablet, knuckles whitening for just a second, long enough for me to notice. Was that a crack in his armor? His jaw flexed, and for the briefest moment his eyes flicked down to where my legs were pressed together under the table, like he could sense the wetness gathering between my puffy folds. Then it was gone. He looked away again, voice even lower.

“Good. Start with the encryption layer review tonight. I’ll check your work at nine. That’s all.”

He stood abruptly, towering over me, and I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. The movement made me feel small, clumsy, like I might trip over nothing if I tried to stand too fast. My heart raced with that familiar mix of shame and obsession. He was so close I could smell his cologne, something dark and expensive that made my n*****s tighten against my bra. I wanted to reach out, to brush my fingers along his arm, to drop to my knees and show him how seriously I could take him in my mouth. But I stayed perfectly still, promising myself I’d follow every rule on the surface while my secret plan burned hotter.

As he turned to leave, I caught it again, that tiny hesitation in his step, the way his broad shoulders tensed like he was fighting some internal battle. First hints that maybe, just maybe, Jax Rivera was struggling more than he let on. That the same man who’d walked away from my spread, dripping p***y without a word was carrying his own heavy weight. The thought sent a wicked thrill through me. I wasn’t just the clumsy, embarrassed girl anymore. I was going to prove I belonged in his world… and eventually, in his bed.

I watched the door close behind him, my pulse thundering. Alone in the glass room, I let one hand drift under the table, pressing lightly against the soaked crotch of my panties. Just a little pressure. Enough to remind myself how wet I still was for him. The shame of it, of touching myself in his office after promising to behave, only made me wetter.

I pulled my hand away before I could do something stupid. Mature and professional. That’s what I’d show him.

But deep down, my obsession whispered louder than ever: His massive c**k will be mine. No matter how many rules he sets.