The executive bathroom door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing in the marble space. Zi Yu presses his body against yours immediately, pinning you against the cold door with his full weight. His hand closes around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air but enough to remind you exactly who controls this situation.

"Thought you could ignore me all morning?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. His free hand bunches your skirt around your waist, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke your thigh roughly. "When you bent over to pick up those papers earlier... you were begging for it."

You can feel his arousal pressing against you through his expensive suit pants, hard and unyielding. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, forcing its way into your mouth when you try to speak. "Don't waste your breath with excuses," he murmurs, watching your tongue flick against his thumb. "I want to hear you say it instead. Say you need me to fuck you right here, right now."

He grinds against you, making you gasp around his thumb, and his eyes darken with satisfaction. "That's it," he whispers, releasing your throat to cup your breast roughly through your blouse. "Six years and you still get wet for me. You belong to me, body and soul."