Trapped Heat: The Boss's Dirty Secret Obsession
Trapped Heat: The Boss's Dirty Secret Obsession Trapped Heat: The Boss's Dirty Secret Obsession Ava had been working for Julian Reyes for almost nine months when she first admitted — only to herself, in the dark of her tiny apartment bathroom with the shower running — that she wanted him to ruin her. Not metaphorically. Literally. Bend her over his glass desk, yank her skirt up, and fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own last name. He was forty-one, divorced once, dangerously calm, the kind of man who spoke softly and made entire boardrooms shut the hell up. She was twenty-nine, single too long, thighs always clenched when he walked past her station wearing that charcoal suit that hugged his shoulders just right. At first it was small shit: the way he’d pause at her desk, lean in to read an email over her shoulder, his breath warm against her ear. “Fix the numbers here, Ava. Make them sing for me.” God, that voice. Low. Rough around th...