Under the Desk Deal

**Chapter 1: Silent Negotiations**

Veronica 'Roni' Steele sat behind her imposing mahogany desk at JUP Company, her sharp eyes scanning a stack of contracts with the precision of a hawk. As a top-tier lawyer, she was known for her unyielding demeanor and razor-sharp wit, a woman who could dismantle an argument—or a man—with a single glance. Her tailored navy blazer hugged her curves, the slit in her pencil skirt teasing just enough to command attention without begging for it. She was in her element, untouchable, until the door to her office burst open with a dramatic flair only one person could pull off.

Bang Chan, the charismatic heartthrob of Stray Kids, strode in with a grin that could melt steel. His leather jacket clung to his broad shoulders, and his dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he locked the door behind him. 'Roni, babe, we’ve got business to discuss,' he drawled, his Australian accent dripping with charm. 'And I’m not talking about the fine print.'

Roni didn’t even look up from her papers, her pen slashing through a clause with ruthless efficiency. 'Chan, if you think you can waltz in here and distract me with that pretty boy smirk, you’ve got another thing coming. Sit down and let’s talk numbers.'

'Oh, I’ve got numbers for you,' he shot back, his voice low and suggestive as he approached her desk. 'But I’m more interested in... other measurements.'

She finally met his gaze, her lips curling into a smirk of her own. 'You’re insufferable. What do you want? I’ve got a deposition in an hour.'

'An hour’s plenty of time,' he quipped, and before she could retort, he dropped to his knees with the grace of a predator, disappearing under her desk. Roni’s breath hitched, but she refused to show weakness, gripping her pen tighter as if it could anchor her to professionalism.

'Chan, what the hell are you—' Her words cut off with a sharp gasp as his strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them with a confidence that sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. 'You’ve got some nerve,' she hissed, but there was no venom in her tone, only a challenge.

'Nerve? Babe, I’ve got a lot more than that,' he murmured, his breath hot against her skin as he pushed her skirt up. 'Let’s see if the ice queen can melt.'

'You’re playing a dangerous game,' she warned, her voice steady even as her body betrayed her, already aching for his touch. But Roni wasn’t one to surrender control—she leaned back in her chair, one hand tangling in his hair, guiding him with a firm grip. 'Better make it worth my while, pretty boy.'

His chuckle vibrated against her, and then his tongue was on her, licking with a skill that made her toes curl in her stilettos. 'Fuck, Chan,' she breathed, her free hand slamming down on the desk as she fought to keep her composure. 'You’re too good at this.'

'Practice makes perfect,' he teased between flicks, his voice muffled but smug. 'And you taste like victory.'

Her thighs trembled, but she tightened her grip on his hair, refusing to let him have all the power. 'Keep talking, and I’ll make you beg for a taste of something else,' she snapped, her words sharp even as her body arched toward him.

Then, without warning, his fingers joined the fray, two of them sliding into her wet heat, thrusting hard and fast. Roni bit her lip to stifle a moan, her nails digging into the desk as she felt herself unraveling. 'Damn it, Chan, you’re gonna make me—'

'Make you what?' he taunted, his pace relentless, his voice dripping with arrogance. 'Come undone? Say it, Roni. I wanna hear the great Veronica Steele lose control.'

Her eyes flashed with defiance, but the heat building inside her was undeniable, her body sweating, panting, as she teetered on the edge. She was dripping, horny beyond reason, and he knew it. 'Don’t get cocky,' she growled, but her voice wavered, and they both knew she was seconds away from shattering.

Under that desk, with the world outside oblivious, they were a storm of lust and power plays, and as his fingers curled just right, Roni’s resolve began to crack, promising an explosion neither of them would forget.