As Kate Walsh’s cool, nimble fingers made contact with me, the physical reaction was instantaneous and undeniable. Despite the exhaustion that should have followed my session with the head accountant, my body surged with a secondary wave of adrenaline. It was as if the sheer audacity of her intrusion had acted as a biological trigger. In the dim, flickering light of the Longroad Logistics office, I watched as I became fully aroused once more—a stark, proud silhouette against the backdrop of the mahogany desk.
"Oh my," Kate giggled, her voice a mix of feigned shock and genuine mischief. "Look at you. You’ve got quite the resilience, haven't you, Mr. Barnes? Are you trying to intimidate your poor secretary, or is this your way of showing me who the real boss is around here?"
Her words were
