Midnight Temptations

Mia sat alone in Victor's office long after everyone had left. The memory of his brutal, possessive touch still pulsed in her veins, leaving her body trembling in a way that both frightened and thrilled her. She tried to focus on her paperwork, but every whispered thought led back to one name: Lucas.

A soft knock at the door broke her reverie. Before she could protest, the door opened, and Lucas Cross stepped in. His presence was as undeniable as ever cocky, dangerous, and with a hunger in his eyes that sent a jolt straight through her.

"Burning the midnight oil, Mia?" he murmured, his tone low and teasing. His gaze traveled over her, lingering on the curve of her hips and the flush on her cheeks. There was no pretense here only raw desire.

Mia's heart pounded in protest. "Lucas, you shouldn't be here," she said, voice catching as she tried to steady herself.

But he closed the distance, leaning casually against the desk as if he owned every inch of the space. "Victor doesn't mind if you're a little restless," he said, his tone laced with a challenge. "I can see it in the way you still tremble."

She swallowed, anger and need mingling. "I'm trying to work," she replied, though her eyes betrayed the conflict inside her.

Lucas smirked, his hand reaching out to lightly trace the side of her face. "Tell me, Mia do you still remember the way you moaned under him? Or have you forgotten how good it felt to be truly touched?" His words were raw, each syllable dripping with promise.

Before she could answer, he slid his hand down, gently lifting the hem of her blouse. The familiar rush of heat surged through her, but this time it wasn't Victor's rough command it was Lucas's soft insistence, daring her to give in.

"Stop," she whispered, though every fiber of her body screamed the opposite.

His fingers moved with deliberate slowness as they brushed over her skin. "Or what, Mia? You want me to leave you wanting more?" He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I can make you feel things you've never even dared to imagine."

In a moment of reckless surrender, she closed her eyes. The memory of Victor's demanding grip warred with the allure of Lucas's gentle yet insistent caress. Unable to resist any longer, she let out a small, desperate sigh as Lucas's hand slipped beneath the edge of her skirt, finding the heat between her thighs.

"Fuck, Mia…" he murmured, his voice roughening as he caressed her. Every touch ignited sparks along her skin until she was a live wire of need. Her body betrayed her as it responded eagerly wet and trembling with anticipation.

Lucas knelt down beside her desk, drawing her lips to his in a fierce, hungry kiss. His tongue probed slowly at first, then with growing urgency, coaxing soft moans from her. He unbuttoned her blouse with practiced ease, each discarded piece of fabric a step closer to the raw truth of their desire.

"Do you want this?" he whispered against her lips, his hands roaming over her exposed skin. "Do you want me to show you what it feels like to be truly free without his chains?"

Her response was a shuddered gasp, her eyes opening briefly to meet his, filled with a mixture of longing and defiance. In that silent exchange, Mia knew there was no turning back. Every part of her craved that forbidden touch.

With deliberate care, Lucas slid his hand higher, his thumb circling her most sensitive spot until her body tensed. "Come for me, Mia," he growled, his voice a blend of tenderness and command. "Let me take you over."

The intensity built quickly. In the quiet of the night, with only the hum of the building for company, Lucas's hands and mouth explored her with a relentless passion. His every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, breaking down the barriers she'd so desperately tried to keep intact.

When the crescendo finally hit, Mia cried out, the sound echoing off the sterile walls. Lucas held her tightly as her body convulsed, the rush of ecstasy mingling with the lingering memory of earlier encounters. For a few long moments, all that existed was the raw, undeniable heat between them.

As the tremors subsided, Lucas slowly pulled away, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead. "Tell me," he whispered, his tone laced with a promise of more, "are you still his?"

Before Mia could answer, the distant sound of an elevator door sliding open reminded her of the world beyond this stolen moment. Lucas's eyes glinted as he rose, a silent challenge in his gaze.

"Remember this night," he said softly, stepping back toward the door. "Because once you taste this, nothing will ever be the same."

With that, he was gone leaving Mia alone, breathless, and caught between the dangerous allure of two men who claimed her in very different ways.