Bend Over His Desk:His secret Obsession
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"Sweetheart, do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes... yes, I do, Mr. Steele."
"Who do you belong to, fiery one?"
"You... I'm all yours."
By morning, I'm his secretary.
By night... I'm bent over his desk, moaning his name.
He says it's just pleasure. Just business.
But his touch tells a different story.
I'm Sienna Ward-just a girl trying to survive in a cold world.
He's Dominic Steele-ruthless billionaire CEO, dangerously handsome, and secretly mine.
He's addicted to me-my lips, my body, my fire.
In his office, I wear a pencil skirt.
Behind locked doors, I wear nothing but his hunger.
But there's a catch...
He's engaged-to Clara.
My ex-best friend.
The senator's daughter.
The woman who once had my back... until she buried a knife in it.
Dominic's mother says I'll never belong in their world.
But what if I'm already carrying a piece of it?
I was supposed to be his plaything.
Now, I might be the mother of his child.
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Chapter 2
Sienna's POV
My phone buzzed as I slid into the back of the taxi, heels clacking on the floor.
"Hey, bitch," Kate's voice blasted through my AirPods. "What are you up to?"
I glanced at my wrist-the Rolex, sleek, gold, and stupidly expensive. A gift from Mr. Steele. Just one of many.
"Late for work, as always," I muttered, pushing hair out of my face.
"Girl, Mr. Nicci ain't gonna fire you. He's too busy stuffing you with-"
"Kate!" I hissed, laughing. "Shut up."
Kate knew everything. Every sinful detail about me and Dominic Steele-the powerful, cold, dangerously sexy CEO who couldn't keep his hands off me.
"Oh, guess what?" I grinned.
"Spill."
"He just got me a new apartment."
A scream exploded through the phone. "No fucking way! Your coochie got superpowers!"
I giggled. "Apparently."
Kate came from old money. We met back in college through Clara-back when Clara wasn't a complete traitor. Things changed. People changed.
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At the Office
His office could pass for a luxury suite-floor-to-ceiling glass windows, matte-black furnishings, and him...
Dominic Steele.
Dressed in jet-black like sin in a suit. Commanding. Cold. Stunning.
He sat behind his desk, eyes glued to the laptop, godlike in posture.
"Morning, Mr. Steele." I placed the file on his desk, keeping my tone cool.
"Morning, Ms. Ward," he said without lifting his eyes.
"Here's the file you requested."
He finally looked up, and just like that, my breath hitched. His gaze pinned me in place.
"Prepare a weekend trip to Paris," he said simply, like it wasn't a dream. "Just the two of us."
I blinked. "Sir?"
"You busy this weekend?" His brow rose.
"No... I'm not."
"Good. You're mine this weekend."
Before I could reply, a knock echoed.
"Come in."
I turned to leave as his secretary entered.
"Sir, Ms. Clara is here to see you."
My heart sank.
Of course, she was here.
I hoped she'd see me bent over his desk one day-naked and moaning his name.
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Outside the Office
And there she was. Clara. In red.
A plastic-perfect Barbie with designer curves and dead eyes.
She passed me without a glance but whispered loud enough,
"Bitch."
I smiled sweetly. "Snitch," I whispered back.
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Dominic's POV
She walked in like she still had a place in my world.
She didn't.
"What do you want, Clara?"
She walked closer, her fake nails sliding up my chest.
"Dinner. The family kind. You and me this weekend."
"I have plans," I said, walking to the window, watching over the city I owned.
Paris. With Sienna. That's my plan.
Her curves. Her moans. Her eyes when I push her over the edge-I wanted more.
"Plans with who?" she asked, voice clipped.
"My secretary."
Her expression twisted. Good.
"If that's all, you can leave."
She did, hips swaying like she was still on a runway.
Forgettable.
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Sienna's POV
Kelvin walked into my office-no knock, just usual flirty chaos.
"You look fire today."
He was cute, charming, but not my type. I liked them dangerous. Cold. Ruthless. I liked Dominic Steele.
"Thanks, Kel."
"Weekend plans?" he asked, dropping into the chair across me.
"Business trip with Mr. Steele. Paris."
His face fell.
"Oh. Didn't know we had one planned."
"It's kind of...private," I smirked.
He left eventually, and I stared at my screen, grinning.
This weekend, I wouldn't be a secretary. I'd be his toy. His pleasure.
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That Evening
I gasped as the elevator doors opened to reveal the penthouse.
Marble floors. Gold accents. Chandeliers. A view of the whole damn city.
A million-dollar space-for me. Just because I let him own my body.
"Thank you," I whispered into the phone.
"Anything for you, sweetheart," he replied. His voice always did something to me.
"Will I see you tonight?"
"I'm already on my way."
I hung up and ran my fingers over the velvet couch. This was it. I was getting everything I dreamed of.
I unpacked. Tried to relax.
But then the door clicked open.
And there he was.
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The Night
He walked in, all muscle and hunger.
I met him halfway, melting into his kiss. His lips devoured me. Hands sliding under my dress. Clothes hit the floor. As he pulled me close his lips taking mine hungry and seeking for more his hands runs over my thighs aggressively taking off my cloths ,
"Mm..." i Moan as he kisses my neck ,hands roaming my body
Soon we are on the king sized bed
My legs spreaded wide open taking him in
"Fuck sienna ... he Moans my name
Slamming into me hard and fast
"Yes ...yes ,"
My phone buzzed the screen displaying "KELVIN's name on it
"Why is he calling you ..."Dominic asks as he stops moving inside of me and stared at me with those grey eyes I could see jealousy in his eyes ...
"Nothing he ju-ahh fuck ..".
"Mine, .."
He slammed back in, cutting off my words.
"I said. You. Are. Mine."
He spilled inside me, holding me tight.
We lay tangled. Breathing hard.
"Whatever you have with him-cut it. Know your place."
He didn't say it cruelly. Just like a man who doesn't share.
I traced his chest, heart twisting.
"Nic..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Because what I wanted to say would ruin us.
I wanted to mean more.
But I knew-this was a forbidden game.
A secret that could destroy everything if it ever got out.
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