The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, low growls, muffled moans, and the desperate rhythm of bodies colliding. Brooke’s cheek was pressed to the glass, her breath fogging it up with every exhale. Tyrone’s hands were locked around her hips, his body controlling every inch of her, dragging her deeper into this heat, this madness.

She was just about to lose herself when—

Click.

The office door creaked open.

Tyrone didn’t stop. He didn’t even flinch.

Brooke’s eyes flew wide, but she couldn’t turn, not with the way he was holding her down, not with the way she was so close to unraveling.

A sharp gasp cut through the air.

“Oh my God…” It was Aspen, Tyrone’s secretary. She stood in the doorway, frozen, eyes wide, lips parted. Her clipboard hit the carpet with a soft thud.

Tyrone looked over his shoulder, voice thick with command. “Close the door.”

Aspen hesitated. Then—slowly, deliberately—she did.

Brooke tried to pull away, but Tyrone held her tight. “Stay,” he growled. Then, eyes locked on Aspen: “You came back to give me the file, didn’t you?”

Aspen nodded, but her voice came out husky. “Y-yeah…”

He stepped back from Brooke, letting her drop to her knees, hair a mess, face flushed and dazed. Tyrone walked over to Aspen, big and intimidating, the top buttons of his shirt still undone, belt hanging loose.

He towered over her. “You’ve been listening. Watching. You want this.”

Aspen’s breath caught. Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes didn’t waver. “I thought about this. So many times.”

Brooke looked up at her, still catching her breath, her voice rough. “Then don’t just stand there.”

Tyrone’s hand slid into Aspen’s hair, pulling her head back gently but firmly. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He turned her around and pushed her toward the desk. “Then kneel. Show me how bad you’ve wanted it.”

Brooke crawled over beside her, their eyes meeting—two women, caught in something forbidden and raw, bound by his presence. Aspen unzipped him, tongue flicking out before she took him in her mouth, moaning as she tasted Brooke on him. Tyrone let out a low groan, one hand in her hair, the other caressing Brooke’s jaw.

“This is your new job now,” he said, voice like thunder. “Serving me. Together.”

And they did—hungry, breathless, obedient. The office no longer felt like a place of business.

It was his domain.

And they were his.

Aspen worked her mouth up and down Tyrone’s thick shaft, eyes glazed over, spit trailing down her chin as she moaned around him. Her tongue knew what she wanted—what he wanted—and Brooke watched with hunger in her eyes, fingertips teasing between her thighs as the heat built all over again.

Tyrone’s hand tightened in Aspen’s hair, making her whimper. “You like tasting her on me?” he asked darkly.

Aspen pulled back just enough to whisper, “So much…”

Brooke slid behind Aspen, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her neck from behind. “You’re not the only one who wants to serve him,” she whispered, fingers slipping between Aspen’s thighs, finding her soaked and ready.

The room was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and sin.

Tyrone pulled Aspen to her feet and turned her roughly around, bending her over the edge of the desk. “You’re mine now, too,” he growled.

He lined up behind her, one large hand gripping the back of her neck, the other spreading her open. Aspen gasped as he pushed inside, hard and unforgiving.

“Oh, fuck—” she cried, the desk shaking under her.

Brooke came around to the front, climbing up and sitting on the desk right in front of Aspen’s face, pulling her blouse wide open, breasts spilling out of her bra. “Use your mouth, baby,” she purred. “You’re already being a good girl.”

Aspen didn’t hesitate. Her tongue found Brooke’s nipple, suckling hungrily as Tyrone pounded into her from behind, the rhythm rough and relentless. Brooke tangled her fingers in Aspen’s hair, gasping as pleasure rolled through her.

“You like being used between us, don’t you?” Tyrone growled, slapping Aspen’s ass hard. “Stuffed full and still hungry.”

“Yes, sir,” Aspen moaned, mouth full of Brooke’s breast, voice trembling. “I want to be your little toy.”

Tyrone pulled out suddenly, grabbing Brooke and flipping her over on the desk. Aspen stayed on her knees, licking Brooke’s thighs, watching as Tyrone lined up again—this time with Brooke.

He pushed into her with one brutal thrust, and she cried out, the edge of the desk biting into her back. Aspen moved up beside her, kissing her mouth, moaning into her lips.

Then—

A knock.

Sharp. Loud.

Tyrone didn’t stop. He looked at the door like it was a challenge. “Who is it?” he barked.

“Security,” a voice called. “We’re doing our final sweep. You still in there, sir?”

Brooke’s eyes went wide. Aspen bit her lip and whimpered. Tyrone grinned, thrusting harder.

“Yeah, I’m still in here,” he said loud and proud. “Busy handling some internal matters.”

His hips kept moving. Brooke clung to Aspen, the thrill of being caught, of being watched, sending her over the edge.

And she screamed his name.

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