Chapter 4

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Chrissy

My phone buzzes as I settle onto my couch, exhaling after another grueling day at the office. Zander's name flashes on the screen and my pulse quickens. I slide my finger across to read the message.

You looked stunning in that dress today. I couldn't take my eyes off you.

Heat rushes to my cheeks. I type back carefully.

Thank you, but as I mentioned, it's best we keep things professional at work.

The reply is instant.

Come on Chrissy, we both know there's more between us. Let me take you to dinner, spoil you a little.

I bite my lip, conflicted. His charm is magnetic, but the risks loom large.

I appreciate the offer, but I must decline. Goodnight, Zander.

I set the phone down with a shaky breath, willing myself not to check for a response. Minutes stretch on agonizingly. At last, I drift into a restless sleep.

A sharp knock startles me awake. Disoriented, I stumble to the door and peer through the peephole. Zander stands outside, devastatingly handsome in a tailored suit. Panic seizes me. How did he find out where I live?

Oh wait. He's my employer. Of course, he knows where I live.

Bracing myself, I crack open the door. "Zander, what are you doing here? It's late."

His eyes smolder at me as he leans against the doorframe. "I wanted to see you. May I come in?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." My words sound feeble even to my own ears.

Zander's steps closer, his expensive cologne enveloping me. "Chrissy, I know everything about you. What you like, what you want." His voice drops to a sensual murmur. "The way you melt under my gaze in the office when you think no one's watching."

I swallow hard, heart pounding in my ears. The temptation to surrender is overwhelming. But the fear of jeopardizing everything I've worked for wars within me.

His fingertips graze my cheek, igniting sparks under my skin...

In a daze, I step aside, allowing him entrance. The door closes with a resounding click.

Zander immediately backs me against the wall, his body pinning mine. His lips descend on mine, hungry and demanding. I melt into the kiss, trying in vain to keep my wits about me.

He pulls away, trailing kisses along my jawline. "You belong to me, Chrissy. You know it. I know it."

I try to protest, but my words are lost in a moan as his hands find their way under my negligee. He knowingly caresses my swollen folds, eliciting a shudder.

"Zander, we can't...we're...boss...employee..." My voice trails off as his skilled fingers tease me closer to the edge.

"Shh...I've got you," he soothes, his voice gravelly with arousal.

I arch my back, lost in the sensations coursing through me. He captures my moans with his mouth, expertly prolonging my pleasure.

"Chrissy," he growls, pulling away. "I've wanted this all fucking day."

Before I can react, he's unzipped his pants, his thick cock pulsing in front of me. I gasp, his size and power causing a delicious shiver down my spine.

"No, Zander...we should...we can't..."

He silences me with a finger to my lips. "You've been driving me crazy since the day I laid eyes on you. Tonight, you're mine. All mine."

His words send a thrill through me, despite my better judgment. Taking my hand, he guides it to his erection, his heat searing my skin.

"Touch yourself, Chrissy. Show me how much you want this."

My cheeks burn, but I obey, unable to deny the hunger in his eyes. I slide my fingers over my wet folds, coating them in my juices.

"That's my girl," he growls, his need palpable.

Without warning, he positions himself between my legs, guiding his cock to my entrance. My protests die on my lips as he slides inch by aching inch inside me. Heat pools deep within me, melting my resistance.

"Feel that, Chrissy? That's how perfect we are together."

He's right...God, I hate that he's right.

As he moves inside me, slowly at first, then faster and harder, I can't deny the passion that rages between us. In Zander's arms, I've never felt more alive.

He angles his hips, hitting that spot deep within me, and I cry out. I'm so close, so...

"Come for me, Chrissy. Come on my cock," he growls in my ear, his voice dark and commanding.

That's all I need.

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, crashing against the shore of my senses. My body arches, my moans echoing in the dimly lit office. I grip onto his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as ecstasy melts my bones. Zander grunts, and I feel his hot release inside me, sealing our union.

As our breathing eases, we stay entwined, our hearts racing in tandem. In the aftermath, the weight of our actions settles upon me like a heavy blanket. "You need to go," I whisper as I step back from him.

"Chrissy," he growls in protest.

"We have work in the morning," I remind him. "And it's late."

He clenches his jaw shut tight before he tucks himself back into his pants and turns to leave. But then he turns back and kisses me soundly before whispering "You're mine, you beautiful girl," against my lips.

When I close the door behind him, I slump back against, my knees no longer to hold me up in the wake of the storm that is Zander.