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Rain stood in the hallway, her pulse racing. The familiar scent of leather and polished wood hit her as she approached Mr. Zane's office door. She wasn't supposed to be here, but the temptation had been too strong, like it always was. The thrill of sneaking into his space, imagining all the things he could do to her, was too much to resist.

It had been months since she'd last set foot here, and every time, her heart raced for one reason - Mr. Zane.

He was her father's boss, a powerful man who commanded any room he stepped into. At just 24, he was already in control of his family's billion-dollar company. To her, he was unattainable-an impossibly handsome man who embodied authority, class, and danger. Rain had been obsessed with him for as long as she could remember.

She wasn't sure what drew her in-maybe the way he looked at her with that unreadable expression, or the brief moments when their gazes would lock. It was maddening. He was a man who is older than her age, far out of her league, but the thrill of it all kept pulling her back.

She bit her lip as she turned the knob, stepping inside. The air in his office was always thick with his presence, his power. She closed the door behind her, feeling the familiar rush of excitement between her legs.

How many times had she come in here just like this? Her fingers tracing the edge of his desk, imagining what it would feel like to be bent over it, her skirt flipped up while he took her from behind?

She smirked at the thought, remembering the times she'd made herself come right in this very spot, her fingers working beneath her skirt, her moans swallowed by the quiet hum of the office. The soaked thongs she'd left behind, hidden in drawers or slipped into the leather chair, were her little secret gifts. She often wondered if he'd found them, if he'd picked them up and known what she'd been doing in here, aching for him.

Does he know?

Her heart pounded faster as she moved toward the desk. Today, she wore her shortest tennis skirt, the fabric barely covering her ass. She wasn't sure if it was the thrill of being almost caught or the idea that he might already know what she'd been doing, but either way, her arousal was mounting.

Biting her lip, she bent over the desk, pretending to examine the papers scattered across it. She knew it was wrong to snoop, but the wrongness was part of what made it so exciting. Her top clung to her, outlining her curves, and she didn't bother to fix her skirt as it rode up higher on her thighs.

What would he do if he caught her like this? Would he punish her?

Her fingers grazed the edge of his chair as she imagined him sitting in it, his intense eyes watching her. The thought of his gaze on her body, his control over her, sent a shiver down her spine. She'd imagined this moment so many times, but it was always just that-fantasy. She didn't know if he even noticed her, or if her little gifts ever stirred anything in him.

But she was hoping today would be different.

She was tired at being a virgin at eighteen(well technically she's still seventeen) hmm semantics

The door clicked open behind her, and her breath hitched. Now or never.

Rain turned her head slowly, heart pounding in her chest. Mr. Zane walked in, his usual commanding presence filling the room as his eyes swept over the space-and then landed on her.

She watched his face closely, searching for any flicker of recognition. Did he know? Had he found her soaked thongs? Did he suspect the way she ached for him every time she was near?

For a split second, his eyes darkened as they traveled down her body, taking in her tight outfit, her exposed thighs. His jaw tightened, but he remained silent.

"Rain," he said, his voice low and calm, though there was an unmistakable edge to it.

"You shouldn't be in here." The deep voice sent shivers down her spine, and she didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"I-uh, I was just waiting for my dad," she stammered, but the words felt heavy, her body reacting to his presence.

She straightened slowly, trying to hide her own breathlessness. "Mr. Zane," she said, her voice sweet, innocent-like she hadn't just been imagining all the ways he could fuck her right on this desk.

But his eyes lingered, and in that moment, she knew he wasn't fooled.

Not at all.

Zane

The tension in the room was palpable , every heartbeat echoing in Rain's ears. She fought to maintain her composure, desperately trying to mask the memory of being bent over Mr. Zane's desk, her mind racing with anything but innocent thoughts. His gaze held hers for a lingering moment, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes before he finally turned away, leaving her breathless.

As he stepped closer, invading her personal space, Rain felt her pulse quicken. She gazed up at him, her baby blues sparkling with a mix of vulnerability and desire. Zane's finger glided down her cheek, tracing the line of her lips before drifting to her collarbone finally resting on the swell of her breasts, each touch igniting a fire within her.

Rain's breath hitched, caught in her throat, as anticipation hung heavy between them. Just as she parted her lips to speak, the door creaked open once more, shattering the intimate moment.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the door creaked open again, and her father's familiar voice filled the room.

"Ah, Mr. Zane! Thank you again for allowing me the extra time off. I couldn't miss celebrating Rain's birthday this year."

Rain felt her stomach drop, her face flushing with heat as her father stepped into the room, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere he'd just interrupted.

"Rain," her father smiled warmly at her, oblivious to how close she'd come to pushing things too far with his boss. "It's hard to believe my little girl's turning 18 tomorrow. This is the first time she's wanted to celebrate since... well, since her mother passed."

Rain forced a smile, though her heart was still racing. "Yeah... I figured it was time."

She cast a quick glance at Mr. Zane, hoping he wouldn't give anything away, but he was already back in control, his usual calm, composed mask firmly in place.

"I'm sure it'll be a special day," Mr. Zane said, his voice smooth, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he looked at Rain. "I'm glad I could give you the time off, Mr. Adams. Family is important."

Her father beamed, completely unaware of the tension simmering between Rain and his boss. "I appreciate that, Mr. Zane. You've always been very understanding. Rain and I... well, we've been through a lot these last couple of years. It'll be good to spend time together."

Rain shifted uncomfortably, the weight of her father's words pressing on her. He had no idea how far she'd gone in her obsession with Mr. Zane, how often she'd fantasized about the man standing across from them now, his eyes still betraying nothing of what had just happened moments ago.

"Well," her father said, clapping his hands together, "I'll let you two get back to talking . I've got a few things to finish up before we head out." He turned to Rain, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I'll meet you downstairs in a bit, okay, kiddo?"

Rain forced another smile. "Sure, Dad. I'll be there soon."

With a grateful nod to Mr. Zane, her father left the room, completely unaware of the unspoken tension still crackling in the air between his daughter and his boss.

As soon as the door closed, Rain let out a shaky breath, feeling her pulse start to slow. Mr. Zane was silent for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her.

"You should be careful, Rain," he said softly, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't want to play games you're not ready for."

Rain swallowed hard, heat rushing through her at the warning in his voice. She knew she was crossing a line-hell, she'd been crossing it for months now-but she couldn't stop herself. The thrill of being this close to him, of knowing he might break one day, was intoxicating.

"I'm not playing games," she whispered, meeting his gaze head-on. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

For a moment, something dark flickered in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. He looked like he was on the edge of losing control, but just as quickly, he composed himself again, his face hardening into that same unreadable mask.

"We'll see," he said quietly before turning away from her, his dismissal clear.

Rain hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension still hanging in the air, but she knew better than to push him further. Not yet.

With one last glance at him, she left the office, her heart racing as she headed downstairs to meet her father. Tomorrow, she'd be eighteen. And after that...

Everything would change.