“Wait what??”
I pushed up off the desk on wobbly arms, c*m still leaking down my thighs. My legs were trembling so bad I almost collapsed right back down, but I forced myself to stand, blinking at him like he’d just spoken in another language.
“Your secretary? What the f**k does that even mean?” My voice came out high and breathless, still hoarse from all the screaming. “I don’t understand. I can’t be your secretary, sir.”
Adrian’s dark eyes stayed locked on me, that satisfied, predatory smirk never leaving his face. His c**k—still half-hard and glistening with our mixed mess—hung between his thighs as he slowly tucked it back into his pants like he had all the time in the world.
He didn’t bother zipping up all the way. Just leaned back against the desk, arms crossed over his broad ch
