Aria’s thighs were still sticky when she sat down at her desk.

Damien’s cum had leaked steadily through her lace panties all morning, leaving a warm, wet patch that forced her to keep her knees pressed tightly together. Every time she shifted in her chair she felt the slick evidence of what he had done to her—twice now—and the reminder made her pussy clench with fresh need. She tried to focus on the emails on her screen, but the words blurred. All she could think about was the heavy weight of his dick stretching her open and the cold, controlled way he had told her to keep his seed inside her cunt.