Time seemed to slow to a halt as it drew closer to five-thirty. Viviana stared at the clock. Having completed all her work for the day, she was trying to find something to do when her phone buzzed. Glancing through the glass windows of her office that separated her from her colleagues, she made sure no one was looking. She had been caught on her phone too many times. Viviana didn’t want to risk getting in trouble, but couldn’t resist the urge to look. 

Tapping the screen to life, she snuck a glance and noticed she had a text from Dean. The text read, “Hey Vivi, I can’t wait to have dessert tonight after dinner!” He was the only person allowed to call her that. 

Dean had been her husband for five years; they were high school sweethearts. He was a very loving husband who made her happy and satisfied her sexually. Both of their work schedules had been busy recently. So they had planned a fancy date night, which Vivana knew was going to end in mind-blowing sex, the pent-up stress of the previous couple of weeks begging to be released. She wore Victoria’s Secret White Amore Lace lingerie underneath her black pantsuit. Just as Viviana was about to respond to her husband's text, there was a knock on her office door. 

“Mmh,” grunted a tall, fit man in her doorway. “Am I interrupting something?”

The deep gravel of the man's voice made Viviana’s stomach flutter. She blamed it on not knowing he was there and being startled. Quickly hiding her phone under some papers and pushing down her confusing feelings, she put on the most innocent smile she could muster. “No, not at all. Please, come in, Luke. What can I help you with?” 

Luke took several steps toward her desk, filling the gap quickly with his long stride. Viviana could see he was stressed as he sat down in the chair across from her. She noticed how his broad shoulders were always tensed, even in his cream-colored suit. He always tried to hide his emotions around her, always had to assert his dominance. She saw right through his walls and knew it was all an act. 

Luke looked at her for a long moment. Vivana could see the way his eyes not so secretly roamed over her body, landing on her firm, perky breasts. Luke shook his head, appearing as though he was trying to shake thoughts from his mind when he spoke. “We have a case on Monday, and our interns just informed me the other firm just sent enough briefs to bury us.”

Viviana knew where this conversation was going, but she still wanted to avoid the question, desperately wanting to go on her date with her husband. “Okay, what does that have to do with me?” 

“Well,” Luke started. “You are the fastest reader I know, plus you pay attention to detail. I see how fast you devour your books. What do you call it that you love to read, 'smut'?”

Viviana’s face heated, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. How had he known what books she was reading? She forced a calm smile. “Just light reading to take the edge off long days.”

Luke raised a brow. “Light reading that makes you bite your lip every few pages?” He said it so casually, she wasn’t sure if he meant to flirt or just call her out. 

She didn’t respond, didn’t trust herself to. Instead, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “So, what do you need me to do, exactly?”

Luke’s expression turned serious again. “The other firm dumped over a hundred pages of briefs and documentation on us this afternoon. I skimmed enough to know they’re trying to bury us in technicalities. I need someone sharp, who won’t miss a loophole or contradiction.”

She opened her mouth, then hesitated. “Luke, I have plans tonight-”

“With Dean,” he finished for her, voice even. “I know. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t urgent. This could make or break our argument on Monday.”

Viviana chewed her lip. Dean. Her chest tightened. They’d been so disconnected lately, two ships passing in their shared condo, always working. Tonight was supposed to be their reset. And yet, looking at Luke – as he removed his suit jacket and rolled his shirt sleeves up, his expression desperate yet composed - something inside her shifted. She felt needed here, in a way she hadn’t felt in a while. She sighed. “Order Chinese food. I’m staying.” 

Luke blinked, surprised but grateful. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Viviana pulled out her phone to text her husband. She knew he would be disappointed that their date wouldn’t happen, but he had always understood that her work came first. Her fingers danced over the keys, typing as quickly as she could. Once she sent the text, she decided to turn her phone off. The chances of Dean interrupting Viviana and Luke’s work, minimized. 

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They worked well into the night. The firm emptied around them until only the low hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional passing taxi below filled the silence. Stacks of papers formed miniature skylines across Viviana’s desk. Her fingers turned black with ink; her ponytail was letting loose and falling in waves down her back. Around ten, Luke returned from the lobby with a steaming bag of Chinese takeout. 

“House lo mein and orange chicken,” he said, setting it between them. “Didn’t know what you liked, so I guessed.”

Viviana raised an amused brow. “You guessed right.” 

They sat across from one another in her office, surrounded by files and flickering computer screens, chopsticks clicking quietly. At some point, Luke leaned back in his chair, watching her finish a page with focused intensity. 

“You really do devour words,” he said, voice lower now. “Like they’re alive in your hands.” 

Viviana looked up slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she met his gaze. The air between them crackled with electricity, the weight of their unspoken desires pressing down on them like a physical force. 

Luke stood and moved around the desk slowly, his fingers grazing the edge of a legal pad as he passed. He stopped beside her chair, his presence overwhelming in the small space. “I shouldn’t,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. 

She didn’t look away, her heart pounding in her chest. “Then don’t.”

His hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You smell like vanilla,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. 

“And you smell like trouble,” she whispered back.

The space between them disappeared like mist. No words followed. Just heat. The kind that builds in the silence of too many what-ifs. That lingers in stolen glances and shared secrets. 

Viviana whimpered as Luke’s mouth grazed her neck, his lips trailing fire across her skin. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 

Luke pulled back slightly, his green eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “Let me take care of you, Vivi. I’ve been watching you, and I can tell you’re craving to be taken like the women in your books.”

Her breath hitched at his words, her core clenching with desire. “But I have to stay loyal to Dean,” she faltered, even as her body betrayed her, arching closer to him. 

“It will be our little secret,” Luke growled, his hands moving to grip her waist. 

 She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. But then she noticed the bulge in his pants, the unmistakable outline of his arousal straining against the fabric. Her resolve shattered. 

Without a word, Viviana sank to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she reached for his belt. Luke hissed in a sharp breath as she undid the buckle and tugged his pants down just enough to release his cock. It sprang free, thick and hard, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight. 

Luke tangled his fingers in her hair, gently guiding her closer. “Show me how well you suck,” he growled, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. 

She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before taking him deeper in her mouth. Luke groaned low in his throat, his grip tightening in her hair as she bobbed her head slowly, savoring the taste of him. 

Luke’s groan rumbled through the room, deep and primal, as Viviana took him deeper in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his thick shaft. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm, urging her on with a roughness that made her core clench with need. She could feel the pulsing heat of him against her lips, the taste of him flooding her senses, and it only drove her to take him deeper, to hollow her cheeks and suck harder. 

But just as she was lost in the rhythm, Luke suddenly pulled her up by her hair, his other hand gripping her arm with an urgency that made her gasp. His green eyes were dark with lust, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he stared down at her. “On your feet,” he commanded. His voice was low and guttural.

Viviana rose shakily, her legs unsteady beneath her. Before she could catch her breath, Luke spun her around, pressing her chest down onto the desk. Papers scattered to the floor as he hiked up her skirt, revealing the delicate lace of her lingerie. The cool air kissed her bare skin, sending a shiver through her body. 

Luke’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him. She could feel the hard, throbbing length of him pressing against her ass, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “Fuck, Vivi,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, yanking them down in one swift motion. Viviana gasped as the cool air hit her exposed flesh, but the chill was quickly replaced by the heat of Luke’s body as he stepped closer, his cock sliding between her thighs. 

He teased her, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick entrance before pulling away, leaving her trembling with frustration. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heartbeat. 

“What was that?” Luke asked, his tone taunting. He pressed against her again, the head of his cock nudging at her folds, but not pushing in. “You’ll have to beg louder than that, Vivi.”

Viviana clenched her fists against the desk, her nails digging into the wood. She hated how much she wanted him, how utterly powerless she felt under his control. But the ache between her legs was too much to ignore. “Please,” she whimpered again, louder this time. “I need you.”

That was enough for him. With a low growl, Luke thrust into her in one swift motion, filling her. Viviana cried out, the sensation overwhelming her as he stretched her tight walls. Her fingers scrambled for purchase on the desk as he began to move, setting a relentless pace that left her breathless. 

Luke’s hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the empty office, mingling with their harsh breaths and muffled moans. Viviana could feel every inch of him, the friction igniting a fire deep within her that threatened to consume her whole. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he nibbled at her ear. “Is this what you’ve been fantasizing about? Me bending you over your desk and fucking you like this?”

Viviana bit her lip, refusing to answer even as a moan escaped her throat. But Luke didn’t need a response. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and it only fueled his desire. 

His hand slipped around her front, fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to thrust into her. The dual sensations were almost too much. Pleasure was building inside her so quickly that it felt like she might explode at any moment. 

“That’s it, baby,” Luke murmured against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

Viviana couldn’t hold back any longer. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with such intensity that she saw stars. Her body trembled violently as she cried out, her walls tightening around Luke’s cock as she rode out the waves of pleasure. 

Luke growled in satisfaction, his hips jerking erratically as he chased his own release. With a few final, powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep inside her and came with a guttural groan. She could feel the warmth of his release spilling into her, filling her in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. 

For a moment, they stayed like that, both of them breathing heavily as they came down from their highs. Luke’s weight pressed against her back, his hands still gripping her hips as he leaned in close to murmur in her ear. “You’re mine now, Vivi. You know that, right?”

Viviana swallowed hard, her heart racing as his words settled over her. She didn’t respond, couldn’t find the words to say anything as the weight of what they’d done began to sink in. But before she could think too much about it, Luke pulled out of her and spun her around to face him. 

His green eyes bore into hers, dark and intense as he cupped her face in his hands. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. 

Viviana’s chest heaved as Luke’s searing gaze pinned her in place. His hands still cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheeks with a possessiveness that made her core clench all over again. The words lingered on the tip of her tongue, caught between the weight of her guilt and the undeniable thrill coursing through her veins. 

“I’m Yours.”

The phrase felt forbidden, electric, like a secret whispered in the dark. But it was also true, at least in this moment. Her body still tingled from the way he’d claimed her, bent over her desk like she was nothing but his to take. The memory of it sent a wave of heat flooding between her thighs, and she swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she finally spoke.

“I’m yours,” she breathed, the words barely audible but heavy with meaning.

Luke’s lips curved into a wicked smile, satisfaction flashing in his green eyes. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and rough, dripping with dominance.

Viviana’s pulse quickened, her heart hammering against her ribs. “I’m yours,” she repeated, louder this time, the words spilling from her lips like a confession she hadn’t realized she’d been holding onto.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal, though her heart still raced as she looked up at him. There was something in his eyes, something possessive and hungry, that made her stomach flutter.

“What happens now?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke’s lips curved into a slow smile, his hand still resting possessively on her hip. “Now,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “you go home to your husband. And on Monday… We’ll see where this goes.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, a mix of excitement and guilt swirling inside her. But before she could respond, Luke pulled away and began straightening his clothes.

“I’ll see you Monday,” he said simply, giving her one last meaningful look before turning towards the door.

Viviana watched him go, her mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened and what might come next as she gathered her things and headed home.