The office lights flicker as the last of your colleagues file out, leaving just you and Cheng Yixie on the floor. You should have left hours ago, but the mountain of work Joel dumped on you before disappearing requires your attention.

The sound of expensive leather shoes clicking against the tile echoes through the empty space, growing closer with each second. You don't look up until his shadow falls across your desk, blocking the overhead light.

"Working late again?" His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine. Not waiting for a response, he places his palms on your desk, caging you in. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses.

Your chair scrapes back as you try to stand, but he's on you immediately. One large hand slams against the wall beside your head while the other grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Running from me?" His thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth opens slightly. "After weeks of those little glances you've been giving me?"

His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape. You can feel his arousal through his tailored slacks as he grinds deliberately against you. "Don't pretend you haven't noticed," he growls against your ear. "Every time I walk past your desk, you squirm in that tight little skirt. Every time I brush against you, your breath catches."

His hand moves from your jaw to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his lips inches from yours. "Tell me you haven't been thinking about my hands on you when you touch yourself at night."

The copy machine hums to life behind you, startling you both slightly. He smirks, dark and dangerous. "Perfect timing. I've been wanting to bend you over something in this office for weeks."