Earlier today, during a break between meetings, he leaned in and whispered something in my ear. Something I won't repeat here, but let's just say my pussy clenched so hard I nearly moaned out loud at my desk. There's something about the way he takes advantage of moments no one else sees. The way his hand slides under the conference table, his fingers teasing my inner thigh while everyone argues about budgets. Then after the last person leaves, he bends me over the boardroom table and fucks me so hard my tits bounce against the wood, his cock filling me deep until I'm whimpering his name. That's the version of my day no one else knows about. And honestly? That's the part I live for. The chosen part. The part where I'm not just his assistant — I'm his. And he knows exactly how to claim me.