The day felt heavier after the meeting.
Nothing had changed outwardly. The office still hummed with its usual quiet urgency—phones ringing, keyboards clicking, executives nodding in shallow agreement. But beneath the polished surface, unseen currents shifted. Subtle. Dangerous. Relentless.
I walked beside Shawn toward the elevator, careful to keep the exact distance our roles demanded. CEO and legal intern. Benefactor and the law student whose tuition he paid. Nothing more.
His hand brushed mine at the door—accidental by design. The brief contact sent electricity racing up my arm, straight to the lingering ache between my thighs. I was still tender from this morning: Shawn dropping to his knees in the kitchen, tongue relentless on my c**t while his fingers curled deep inside me until I
