Under the Desk Deal

**Chapter 1: Silent Negotiations**

Veronica, or Roni as her close circle knew her, sat poised behind her sleek mahogany desk at JUP Company. Her sharp, tailored blazer hugged her frame, a deep navy that screamed power, while her stilettos tapped rhythmically under the desk, a silent metronome of impatience. As a top lawyer, she was used to commanding rooms, slicing through bullshit with a razor-sharp tongue, and getting exactly what she wanted. But today, her focus was fractured, her mind drifting to the man who’d texted her an hour ago with a cryptic, 'See you soon, Roni.'

Bang Chan. The name alone sent a ripple of heat through her core. Frontman of Stray Kids, a global sensation, and her longtime friend with a dangerous edge of flirtation that neither had fully acted on—until now, maybe. He was due any minute to discuss a contract for an upcoming endorsement deal, but with Chan, business was never just business.

The door burst open with a dramatic flair only he could pull off. Chan strode in, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, dark hair tousled just enough to look effortless, and a smirk that could melt steel. 'Roni, my favorite legal shark,' he drawled, his Australian accent wrapping around her name like a caress. 'Miss me?'

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk of her own. 'Only when I need someone to annoy me. Close the door, rockstar. Let’s talk numbers before you start serenading me.'

He chuckled, kicking the door shut with a booted foot, but instead of taking the chair across from her, he sauntered around the desk. 'Numbers bore me,' he said, his voice dropping an octave, eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. 'I’ve got a better way to negotiate.'

Roni arched a brow, unfazed—or at least pretending to be. 'Oh? And what’s that? A song and dance? I bill by the hour, Chan, so make it quick.'

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he dropped to his knees with a predator’s grace, disappearing under her desk before she could blink. 'Chan, what the hell—' she started, but her words cut off as his strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart with a firm, unapologetic tug. Her pencil skirt rode up, exposing lace-trimmed stockings, and she cursed under her breath. 'You’ve got some nerve,' she hissed, but there was no real venom in it—only a thrill she couldn’t deny.

'Shh, counselor,' he murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh. 'Let me make my case.' His fingers hooked into the edge of her panties, pulling them aside with a slow, deliberate tease. Roni’s hands gripped the armrests, her knuckles whitening, but she didn’t push him away. She wasn’t the type to surrender, but damn if she didn’t want to see how far he’d take this.

'You’re insane,' she shot back, her voice steady despite the heat pooling between her legs. 'What if someone walks in?'

'Then they’ll get a hell of a show,' he replied, his lips brushing against her skin, so close to where she was already aching. 'But I’m betting you can keep quiet. Or can’t you handle a little risk, Roni?'

She scoffed, but it turned into a sharp gasp as his tongue flicked against her, a sudden, electric jolt that made her hips jerk. 'Fuck, Chan,' she growled, her tone a mix of irritation and raw need. 'You’re playing dirty.'

'Always,' he purred, and then he dove in, his mouth claiming her with a hunger that left no room for argument. His tongue moved with expert precision, tracing her folds, teasing her clit with maddening little circles that had her biting her lip to stifle a moan. She was wet already, dripping under his relentless attention, and he groaned against her, the vibration sending another shockwave through her.

'You taste like trouble,' he muttered between licks, his voice rough with lust. 'Should’ve done this sooner.'

'Shut up and focus,' she snapped, but her voice trembled, betraying how close she was to unraveling. Her thighs tensed under his grip, her body arching despite her best efforts to stay composed. She was sweating now, a sheen on her brow, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as he worked her over.

Then his fingers joined the fray, two of them sliding into her with a slick, easy thrust. She was so horny, so ready, that there was no resistance—just a tight, perfect fit that made her curse again. 'Goddamn it, Chan,' she hissed, her head tipping back as he pumped into her, hard and fast, curling just right to hit that spot that made her see stars. His lips sucked at her clit, relentless, while his fingers fucked her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her pulse.

'You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?' he taunted, his voice muffled but dripping with smug satisfaction. 'Can’t argue your way out of this one, counselor.'

'Keep talking, and I’ll kick you out from under there,' she retorted, but it was a weak threat, her body already teetering on the edge. She could feel it building, a tidal wave of heat and pressure, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he drove her higher. She was panting now, her nails digging into the leather of her chair, every nerve on fire.

Just as she felt the first shudder of release, he pulled back, leaving her gasping and glaring down at the top of his head. 'Don’t you dare stop,' she ordered, her voice a low, dangerous growl.

Chan grinned up at her, his lips glistening, eyes dark with promise. 'Oh, I’m not done, Roni. Not by a long shot. But I want to see that pretty face when you fall apart.'

And with that, he surged back in, his mouth and fingers working in perfect, ruthless tandem, ready to push her over the edge into an explosive climax that would shatter every ounce of her control.