CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
~ Stephano
The second I heard those heels clicking outside my office, my c**k twitched like it had f*****g sonar.
One month.
One goddamn month without seeing her, hearing her voice, or smelling that intoxicating perfume she always wore, citrusy, heady, and maddening.
I should’ve felt relieved. Peaceful. Free.
But instead?
I was hard before she even opened the door.
I kept my eyes on the document in front of me, pretending I didn’t feel her presence. Pretending I didn’t know it was her. My temporary secretary didn’t even have to announce her, my body already knew. My c**k sure as hell did. It swelled behind my zipper like a traitor, rubbing against my thigh, hungry. Desperate.
You’re not f*****g her again.
I’d said it to myself every night since she left. He
