“You’re insane,” she breathes, her voice hushed.

I grin, dragging my palms up her thighs, slow enough that I feel every tiny reaction—every twitch, every muscle tightening beneath my hands.

Goosebumps race over her skin, her breath coming faster as my fingers graze her pussy.

“And you,” I murmur, dipping my head just close enough for her to feel my breath against her inner thigh, “are already wet for me.”

I lean in closer, flicking my tongue against her clit, and she jolts, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

“Keep working,” I tell her in a low voice. She moans but reaches blindly for the keyboard, her fingers trembling as she forces herself to type.

“This is going to be full of so many errors,” she whispers, her breath hitching.

“Then I’ll just have to keep going until you get it right.”

“Are you trying to get me fired?”

I flick my tongue against her clit again, making her thighs tighten around my head.

“No,” I murmur. “I’m trying to make you come.”

A strangled sound leaves her throat, halfway between a whimper and a groan. Her legs part even wider, giving me full access, and I dive in, savoring the way she melts under my touch.

I wasn’t prepared for just how fucking hot this would be. The risk, the taste of her, the way she’s trying so hard to stay quiet—it’s all making me hard as a rock. It crosses my mind that there could be security cameras in here, but if there are, I don’t think they can see me under the desk.

And even if they could, I wouldn’t stop.

The only thing that matters to me is the beautiful woman in front of me, breathing raggedly and squirming in her seat like she’s barely holding on.

I nip at her clit, but before I can murmur more filthy words of praise, a muffled noise carries through the open office doorway. Above me, Hannah stiffens, her thighs clamping down around my head in pure panic.

At first, I think she’s just trying to hold back from coming, but then she clears her throat and straightens up in the chair a bit.

“Aaron,” she says, and my entire body goes rigid.

32. Hannah

Chapter 32

Hannah

My breath catches in my throat and adrenaline courses through me as I stare into Aaron’s eyes. I don’t dare move, not even a single inch, out of fear that he’s going to somehow see Declan with his face trapped between my legs. I want to believe that Declan was right about no one being able to see him from the doorway, but my hammering heart isn’t buying it.

Still, the thrill of almost being caught only intensifies the pleasure coursing through me.

What the hell is my ex doing here anyway?