Lizzy had started lying without hesitation.
She told her colleagues she was staying behind to finish reports. She told Cherry she was exhausted and going straight home. In truth, she waited until the office was empty, heart already racing, then walked into Freddy’s office like it was the only place she belonged.
Tonight, the moment the last person left, Freddy locked the door and pulled her against him. Their kiss was immediate and hungry. His hands slid under her blouse while she unbuckled his belt with familiar urgency.
He took her over the desk first — deep, controlled strokes that made her grip the edge and moan into her arm. But afterward, he didn’t let her leave. He sat in his chair and pulled her onto his lap, still inside her, arms locked tightly around her waist.
Lizzy rested
