YEARN FOR YOU

Behind closed blinds

*Freddy’s POV**

I arrived at the office at exactly 8:34 a.m. and opened the file on my desk. Halfway through it, the mistake jumped out at me.

“Lizzy!”

“Yes, sir?”

Her voice alone drained the sharp edge from my temper. She stepped in wearing a red blouse and a black pencil skirt that hugged every curve. My gaze locked on the soft swell of her breasts and the way the fabric pulled across her hips. She shifted under the weight of it, uncomfortable.

“I’m here, sir.”

I cleared my throat. “Send Clara in. Now.”

She left quickly, cheeks faintly pink. I adjusted my tie and waited.

The door opened a moment later. Clara stood there.

“You called for me, sir?”

I tapped the file. “There’s an error in the database. Fix it and have the corrected version on my desk this afternoon.”

She nodded once. “You may leave.”

She hesitated a second longer than usual before walking out. It was unlike me to stay this calm over a mistake. Seeing Lizzy first thing in the morning had done something to my mood.

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**Clara’s POV**

I couldn’t stop turning it over in my head. In five years Freddy had never spoken that quietly about an error. What the hell was going on? That man was a beast. Gentle wasn’t in his vocabulary. Something had shifted.

**Freddy’s POV**

I picked up my phone, opened my younger brother’s chat, stared at the screen, then sighed and set it down again.

A few minutes later heat rolled through me, sudden and insistent. My c**k thickened hard against my trousers. I needed relief. Now.

I stood, looked through the glass at Lizzy, and called her name low and sharp.

She walked in with that same innocent expression. The second the door clicked shut behind her I locked it and drew the blinds.

“On your knees.”

She dropped without hesitation. I freed my c**k—heavy, already leaking—and held it in front of her face.

“Open.”

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**Lizzy’s POV**

Before I left for work this morning I had already decided I would do whatever it took to keep this job.

I sank to my knees, took the thick shaft in both hands, and licked a slow stripe up the underside before closing my mouth around the head. He threaded his fingers into my neat hair and twisted, forcing me deeper until my nose brushed his stomach. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. He used my mouth with short, controlled thrusts, the grip in my hair tight enough to sting.

“Suck harder,” he ordered, voice low so no one outside could hear. “Look at me while you do it.”

I forced my eyes up. He watched every movement, jaw tight, hips rolling just enough to keep the pressure constant. When I tried to pull back for air he held me there a second longer, then released me only far enough to gasp before pushing back in.

“Good girl.” The words were rough. “Take it.”

Footsteps sounded in the corridor.

He didn’t let go of my hair immediately. I pulled off with a wet sound, lips swollen, and whispered, “Someone’s coming.”

He tucked himself away with a frustrated growl, eyes still dark. Then he raised his voice.

“You can’t even arrange a simple file and you have the nerve to call yourself my secretary?”

I understood at once. The mask was back.

A knock. “Sir?” Clara’s voice.

I opened the door. Fear was easy to manufacture; my face already burned. Clara stepped in, placed the corrected file on the desk, and glanced between us.

“Both of you, out,” Freddy snapped.

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**Clara’s POV**

Lizzy looked shaken. Whatever had happened behind that closed door, she wasn’t okay.

“We’ll get through this,” I murmured as we walked away.

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**Freddy’s POV**

Alone again, my c**k was still rigid and aching. I pressed the heel of my hand against it hard, breathing through my teeth.

“f**k,” I muttered. “I can’t wait to get home.”

The rest of the day dragged, but six o’clock finally arrived. I left the building and headed straight for my apartment.

Jane was already waiting inside, half-naked, breasts bare. The sight of her hit me like a fist. I barely got the door locked before I had her against me, walking her backward toward the bed.

She laughed softly and put a hand on my chest. “Not so fast. A threesome always puts me in the right mood…”