“I’m going to fill this perfect little cunt up, Chloe. I’m not pulling out.”

The words weren’t a question. They were a promise, growled against my neck as his big hands squeezed my ass, pulling me tighter against the hard ridge of his cock. My mind, fogged with lust, couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone a protest. All I could do was whimper and grind myself against him, my brand-new silk blouse crushed between us.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

How did I get here? Pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of a corner office on the 40th floor, with a man I’d met precisely three hours ago?

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It started this morning. My first day. My big girl job at a sleek investment firm that smelled like money and ambition. I’d spent forty-five minutes picking my outfit—a sharp black blazer, a cream-colored silk blouse, a pencil skirt that hugged my hips just right. I felt like a fraud, a kid playing dress-up, but I walked in with my head high, my heels silent on the plush carpet.

The orientation was a blur of HR videos and paperwork. It was during the mid-morning coffee run that I saw him.

He moved through the open-plan office like he owned the air itself. Tall, built with the kind of powerful grace you see on athletes, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than my student loan payment. His skin was the rich, warm brown of dark espresso, and his gaze… his gaze landed on me and stuck. It was hot, heavy, and completely without shame. He didn’t just look; he consumed.

I fumbled with the sugar packets, my cheeks burning. My new coworker, Jenna, elbowed me. “That’s Kaelum Vance. Head of Mergers and Acquisitions. Basically, a god around here. And it looks like you just became his new religion.”

He didn’t approach me then. But an hour later, a note was on my desk. Thick, cream-colored stock. The handwriting was bold, slashing.

My office. 40th floor. Now. - KV

My heart tried to beat its way out of my chest. This was insane. This was unprofessional. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me.

I took the private elevator up. His office was all dark wood and stunning views of the city. He was standing by the window, his back to me.

“Close the door, Chloe.”

The sound of my name in that deep, rumbling voice did something to me. I closed the door. The click of the lock was deafening.

He turned around. God, he was beautiful. A strong jaw, full lips, eyes that saw right through my professional facade to the nervous, turned-on girl underneath.

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all morning,” he said, not moving. “The way that skirt moves when you walk. The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking. I haven’t gotten a damn thing done.”

“I… I just started today,” I managed to stammer.

“I know.” A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. “Means you’re not technically under my direct management. Yet.”

He crossed the room in a few strides, not stopping until he was inches from me. He smelled incredible—sandalwood and something purely male. He didn’t touch me. He just looked down, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

“I want to kiss you, Chloe. I’m going to. But I need to know if you want me to stop.”

My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. I shook my head. “No. Don’t stop.”

That was all the permission he needed.

His mouth crashed down on mine. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming it. One hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back for a deeper angle, while the other pulled my hips flush against his. I could feel his cock, already rock-hard, straining against his perfectly tailored trousers. I moaned into his mouth, my own hands sliding up his broad chest, feeling the solid muscle underneath the fine wool.

We stumbled backward until my back hit the cool glass of the window. The city was a dizzying blur below us. He broke the kiss, both of us panting.

“I want to see you,” he rasped, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on my blouse. He pushed the silk aside, his eyes darkening as he took in my black lace bra. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” He palmed one through the lace, his thumb rubbing rough circles over my nipple until it was a hard peak. A shock of pure pleasure shot straight to my core, making my knees weak.

He unsnapped my bra with an expert twist and his mouth was on me, hot and wet, sucking my nipple deep. I cried out, my head falling back against the glass. His free hand rucked up my skirt, his fingers sliding over the damp lace of my panties.

“So wet for me already,” he murmured against my breast, his voice thick with desire. “This pretty little cunt is dripping.” He hooked a finger in the side of my panties and tore them off me with a sharp rip. The sound was so crude, so final, it made me even wetter.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my skirt up around my waist. He spread my legs with his hands, his hot breath fanning over my naked pussy. “Look at you. Pink and swollen and begging for my tongue.”

And then he ate me out like a man starving. His tongue was flat and firm, licking a long, slow stripe from my asshole all the way up to my clit. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it relentlessly before sucking it into his mouth. I was mewling, writhing, my fingers tangling in his perfectly styled hair. He slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them, finding that spot that made me see stars.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he groaned, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. “I’m gonna make you come all over my face.”

He did. He fucked me with his fingers and sucked on my clit until my whole world shattered into a million pieces. I came with a scream, my thighs trembling around his head.

Before I could even come down, he was on his feet, unbuckling his belt, freeing his cock. It was huge, thick and veined, jutting out from a thatch of dark curls. The tip was already glistening. He gripped himself, stroking slowly as he looked at me, sprawled and exposed against the window.

“I’ve been imagining this all day,” he said, his voice a raw scrape. “Imagining bending you over this desk and fucking this tight little hole until you couldn’t remember your own name.”

He grabbed my hips, spinning me around to face the window. The world spun below me, a dizzying testament to how high up we were, how crazy this was. He pressed his body against my back, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks.

“Tell me you want it, Chloe. Tell me you want my cock in this wet pussy.”

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing my ass back against him. “Fuck me, Kaelum. Please.”

He pushed the head of his cock against my entrance, and I was so ready, so open for him. He didn’t tease. He drove into me with one long, deep, gut-punching thrust, filling me up completely. I screamed, the sound swallowed by the glass. He was so big, stretching me in the most perfect, aching way.

He set a brutal pace from the start, pounding into me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. One hand was wrapped in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.

“This is my cunt now,” he grunted, his breath hot on my ear. “This sweet, tight fucking cunt. You feel that? You feel how deep I am?”

I could only moan, my vision blurring. The pleasure was overwhelming, a coiling tension building deep inside me again.

That’s when he said it. His thrusts became even harder, more purposeful.

“I’m going to fill this perfect little cunt up, Chloe. I’m not pulling out.”

The raw, filthy truth of it sent a jolt through me. The risk. The sheer animalistic intent. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was claiming me, marking me from the inside.

“Yes,” I breathed, the word a broken plea. “Do it. Fill me up.”

His rhythm became frantic, desperate. I could feel him swelling inside me, feel the relentless pulse of his body as he chased his own climax. I was right there with him, teetering on the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” he snarled, his body tensing. “I’m gonna pump my fucking load so deep inside you. Gonna breed this pretty pussy.”

His words pushed me over. My second orgasm ripped through me, a silent, seizing wave of pleasure that clenched around his cock. With a guttural roar, he slammed into me one last time, and I felt it—the hot, wet rush of his cum flooding my insides, pulse after pulse, coating my walls, claiming me.

He collapsed against my back, both of us slick with sweat, breathing in ragged unison. His cock was still buried inside me, still twitching, still spilling into me. We stayed like that for a long moment, joined, his release dripping down my thighs.