UNDER HIS AUTHORITY

CHAPTER FIVE

Amelia POV

His hand slid lower, under my pants, finding me through my panties.

I moaned. Loudly.

Fantastic. The secretary is screaming in the CEO’s office.

With one quick move, he pulled my pants and panties down. The cool air hit me and I shivered. His fingers slipped inside me and I cried out as my hips moved on their own.

“So wet already,” he muttered. “I could take you right here.”

Thank God I shaved. At least let me have dignity.

He pulled his fingers out, leaving me aching, then unbuckled his belt. When he freed himself, I couldn’t help staring.

Oh. Wow.

Ethan never warned me life could do this.

He lined himself up and pushed into me in one hard thrust. I gasped at the stretch, gripping the edge of the desk like my life depended on it.

Then the pleasure hit.

Deep.

Intense.

Way too good.

He moved fast, powerful, filling me completely. My nails dug into his back as he kissed me again—rough, desperate.

“You’re so tight,” he growled.

Sir, please—this is my first day being a menace.

I’d only ever been with one man before. I thought I knew s*x.

I was very wrong.

This was heaven.

The pressure built fast—too fast. He shifted his angle and suddenly—

“Oh my God—”

“I’m close,” I gasped.

That did it. His movements turned wild, like he’d lost control.

“Come for me,” he said.

And I did. Completely.

My body shook as everything shattered, pleasure crashing over me in waves. He didn’t stop until I was breathless, weak, a complete mess.

And right there, staring at the ceiling of my boss’s office, it finally hit me.

Wow.

I just got f****d by my boss.

HR is going to love this.

Ohhh he is HR.

He pushed into me one last time, groaning deeply as he came. The sound alone sent me over the edge again. Another orgasm hit me, leaving me shaking and completely empty of strength.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

So I did the only thing my confused brain could come up with.

I closed my eyes.

Yes. Perfect plan. Just pretend to be unconscious.

Sleep. Faint. Spiritually gone. Whatever this was.

I wasn’t sure if he believed it, but I just couldn’t open my eyes and face him. I heard him call my name.

“Amelia.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“Who are you?” I asked, slurring my words like I was drunk.

Oscar award-worthy performance.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he helped me put my clothes back on. He cleaned up the mess on my body… and his desk.

Wow. Very neat for a man who just ruined my life.

I kept acting drunk the whole time, letting my head droop, blinking slowly, pretending I had no idea what planet I was on.

Then he asked, “Where do you live?”

“The house you gave me, sir… Alexander,” I replied.

Please don’t ask follow-up questions. Please don’t ask follow-up questions.

He called his driver and guided me into the car. The moment I sat down and heard the door lock shut, my toes curled tightly.

I felt like screaming.

Maybe because I had just slept with my boss.

Or maybe because my body was still on fire and very much refusing to calm down.

Yes. Definitely both.

The next morning, I dressed slowly and carefully, as if the wrong blouse would summon the ghost of last night. I kept repeating one prayer in my head:

Please don’t let Alexander bring up anything. Please let him magically forget. Please let him lose his memory, God, I beg you.

I reached the office early.

He wasn’t there.

Thank You, Jesus.

Thank You, universe.

Thank You, moon, stars, ancestors, and whoever else helped.

For once, I could breathe.

During breakfast with my colleagues at the café nearby, I tried to distract myself with a muffin. But fate, as usual, had other plans.

“Have you heard?” one colleague whispered. “CEO Alexander is getting married. To Katherine Cross.”

The muffin stopped halfway to my mouth.

“Katherine? She’s gorgeous,” another added. “Like… goddess gorgeous.”

“Amelia, you’ve seen her before, right? Isn’t she pretty?”

“Yes. She’s… good.”

Good?

GOOD?!

Why did my mouth betray me?

He’s getting married?

ALEXANDER?

My boss?

The man who had his mouth on my n****e less than twelve hours ago?

Oh, AMELIA. Congratulations.

You have officially won the trophy for Most Embarrassing Human Alive.

Then another girl chimed in. “But haven’t you heard about the Morgan family curse?”

“Oh yes,” someone replied quickly. “Rumor says any woman who enters that family ends up traumatized. His ex wife. His brother’s wife. The Morgan men… they ruin women.”

I swallowed hard.

“But I don’t think our CEO is like that,” one added.

Everyone looked at me.

“Amelia, what do you think?”

What do I think?

I think I had the hottest s*x of my life with a man who apparently comes from a family of Gothic emotional murderers.

I stood up. “Nothing. I have to go. It’s almost ten. The CEO must be close.”

“Sorry, PA!” they teased.

I left quickly, my mind spinning like a broken washing machine.

A curse.

A marriage.

And me—an i***t—already bare on his office table within a three-month gap.

Did I also mention my three-month pregnancy that my tiny body was somehow hiding?

Oh, Amelia.

What were you thinking?

Wow.

My autobiography will be titled:

Amelia: A Case Study in Poor Life Choices.

Still distracted, I bumped into someone tall.