The boardroom smelled like expensive wood and tension. Zara sat on one side of the long table, legs crossed, wearing a sharp navy suit that hugged her body. Malik sat directly across from her, dark suit perfect, eyes already burning into hers. Their lawyers and teams filled the rest of the seats, but the air between Zara and Malik felt thicker than the rest of the room combined.
Everyone argued about numbers, market share, and who would control what in the forced merger. Zara spoke calmly, but every time Malik’s deep voice cut in, her p***y clenched under the table. She could still feel the ache from the weekend — the way he had f****d her on the beach house floor, the way he had filled her again and again.
Malik’s gaze dropped to her lips for a second, then back to her eyes. A tiny smir
