Cynthia’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. The air in Mike’s office felt heavy—thick with something dark, something volatile.
His belt lay discarded on the desk, his trousers unbuckled, his presence suffocating. But the worst part wasn’t the way he loomed over her.
It was the protruding of his c**k from his boxers.
He was super hard, Cynthia could see it from where she sat, staring with mercy in her eyes.
“Oh my God,” Cynthia whispered to herself; his d**k was times five of what she had seen when they showered together.
A storm.
A war between control and chaos.
She swallowed hard, her nails digging into the armrest of the chair. “Mike… don’t do this.”
His jaw flexed, but he didn’t move away. If anything, he inched closer, his large hands gripping the edge of the desk on either s
