**Chapter 1: Late Night Lines**
Mia’s fingers danced across her tablet, sketching sharp lines for a client’s logo, but her mind wasn’t on the design. It was on Jake. The new guy in the office, with a smirk that could melt steel and jeans so tight they left little to the imagination. Every time he strutted past her desk, she caught a glimpse of the bulge that made her thighs clench and her thoughts scatter like loose papers in a storm. She was a graphic designer, not a damn teenager, but the way her pussy pulsed at the sight of him was downright criminal.
It was past 9 PM, the office a ghost town except for the two of them, hunched over a project that was due at dawn. The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound until Jake broke the silence, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.
'So, Mia, you always this intense, or am I just lucky to see you sweat over a deadline?' His voice was low, teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
She shot him a look, her dark eyes narrowing as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. 'I don’t sweat, Jake. I dominate. Deadlines, designs… anything in my way.' Her tone was sharp, a challenge, but the heat creeping up her neck betrayed her.
He chuckled, standing and circling the desk to stand behind her. Too close. She could smell the faint spice of his cologne, feel the warmth radiating off him. 'Oh, I bet you do. But even queens need a break. Or a distraction.' His breath brushed her ear, and she hated how it made her shiver.
'Distraction?' She spun her chair to face him, legs crossed, her skirt riding up just enough to catch his eye. 'What, you think you’ve got something worth my time?' Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but her gaze flicked down to those jeans, and damn, she could see he was already hard. Her mouth went dry, but she wasn’t about to let him know that.
Jake leaned down, hands bracing on the armrests of her chair, caging her in. His eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry. 'I think I’ve got exactly what you need, Mia. And I think you’ve been staring long enough to know it.'
Her lips curled into a smirk of her own, refusing to back down. 'Big words for a guy who’s all show. You gonna prove it, or just keep talking?'
That was all it took. His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her up into a kiss that was all fire and no finesse, teeth clashing, tongues battling for control. She gripped his shirt, yanking him closer, her nails digging into his chest as she stood, pushing him back until his ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers scattered, but neither cared.
'Fuck, Mia,' he growled against her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his cock, hard and straining through the denim, pressing into her, and it made her wet, dripping with need. But she wasn’t about to let him take the lead.
'Shut up and show me,' she snapped, her fingers already working at his belt, the metal clinking as she tugged it free. Her breath was coming faster, her body buzzing with horny anticipation as she dropped to her knees, not waiting for permission. She was in charge here, and he was about to find out just how much.
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