“Natasha, you don’t need a doctor. You need a real 9‑inch 🐔.” My attending physician. My new boss. He looked at me, eyes burning. “There’s one right in front of you.”

Chapter 1 Strip and Spread

"Strip from the waist down and lie back." The man's voice was deep and commanding.

Natasha Whittier's heart gave a violent jolt in her chest.

She had no idea when or how she had developed this shameful, unspeakable condition.

Whenever the urge hit, she just wanted to be fucked.

It did not matter if she was at the office or out in public. This constant, dripping arousal was completely ruining her life.

Pushed to the breaking point, she finally bit the bullet and booked an appointment at this high-end private clinic.

She picked it strictly for the ironclad privacy, even though the bill was insanely high.

But she had specifically asked for the head of gynecology, a woman in her late forties.

'Why is the person examining me a tall, strapping male doctor?' she wondered.

"Do I really have to take them off?" Natasha asked. She was a total wreck, her voice barely a whisper.

The thought of exposing herself to a strange man, even a doctor, was unbearably awkward.

Jared Rundell kept a deadpan expression. "How am I supposed to check you out if you stay dressed?"

"But I just..." Natasha flushed a deep crimson, shifting uncomfortably.

A surgical mask covered half his face, but his piercing eyes were intense and impossible to read.

A sudden, filthy fantasy hijacked her brain. She pictured him slamming her down onto the exam table and fucking her brains out right then and there.

Natasha quickly shook her head, trying to snap out of it. 'Jesus Christ! What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about his cock?'

She took a deep breath to steady her racing pulse. 'He is just a doctor. He probably looks at dozens of wet pussies every single day. This is literally just his nine-to-five.'

Forcing herself to believe those excuses, she swallowed her pride, peeled off her pants and underwear, and lay back on the crinkly paper of the exam bed.

"So, what exactly is bothering you?" Jared asked casually while prepping his sterilized tools.

Natasha's cheeks burned like fire all over again. "My... my pussy..."

Seeing that she couldn't bring herself to say the actual word, Jared offered a blunt suggestion. "Rough sex? Got a tear down there?"

When young, hot women came into his GYN clinic, that was usually the culprit.

To his surprise, Natasha shook her head, her cheeks still blazing. "No. I don't even have a sex life."

Jared froze. He turned to give her a shocked, lingering look.

Natasha was a total knockout. She had flawless skin and delicate features, a perfect mix of pure innocence and raw sex appeal.

She was the kind of stunner a guy jerked off to after just one glance.

'A ten like her should have dudes lining up to date her. How the hell was she not getting laid?' he wondered.

"I just... I feel really... weird... down there," she stammered, squirming under his heavy, dark stare.

Jared's fingers gripped the swab a little tighter. He kept his cool on the outside, locking his eyes dead on hers. "Weird how?"

Natasha went completely mute. She squeezed her eyes shut. 'How the hell do I even explain this?'

"It's... well, it's just..." She bit down hard on her full lower lip, desperate to say it but completely stuck.

Watching the deep cherry flush spread across her beautiful face, Jared swallowed hard.

A heavy surge of heat pooled directly in his groin.

He shoved the dirty thought aside and forced a professional tone. "Any idea what triggered it?"

Natasha fumbled her words, utterly humiliated. "Well, it's... I..."

She looked away, her heart pounding. 'How can I tell him I'm just insanely horny and aching for a hard cock?'

She had been married to her husband Percy Grosso for over a year, but he hadn't touched her once.

As her physical urges grew stronger and more demanding, Percy had actually started avoiding her.

He was terrified of her initiating anything sexual.

Left with no other options, Natasha had been forced to take care of her own needs.

But clearly, getting herself off wasn't cutting it anymore.

She needed the real thing. She needed it hard and deep.

Jared carefully watched her reactions. "Are you married?"

Natasha nodded on instinct.

For some inexplicable reason, a sharp wave of disappointment washed over him.

Jared's eyes darkened a shade. "Just lie back and relax. Let me take a look."

Natasha obediently leaned back. Her slender hands balled into tight fists by her sides.

Her face felt like it was on fire.

Jared stared intently at her, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. "Don't move."

Natasha was already drowning in shame. 'Factoring in my hyper-sensitive, constantly aroused state, how could I possibly stay perfectly still while he intimately examines me?'

"Is there any way I can get a female doctor?" she asked, thoroughly mortified.

The look in Jared's eyes grew even more intense. "Are you dissatisfied with my care?"

"No, that's not it at all," Natasha hurriedly tried to explain.

Before she could finish, he cut her off with a cold, hard rejection. "You booked my time today. If you don't want to be treated, you can leave."

Natasha suppressed a frustrated sigh. 'This guy is so aggressive and intense. I am definitely filing a complaint about his bedside manner later,' she promised herself.

But her condition really couldn't wait any longer. She would just have to trust his medical expertise this one time.

"I didn't mean anything by it," she pleaded softly. "Please, Doctor. You have to fix me."

This was Jared's first time covering a shift at the clinic.

He never expected a patient quite like this.

Her specific condition was sensitive enough, but the fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous made the situation a living hell.

Having her spread out on his examination table felt like a direct assault on his self-control.

"Save the chatter," he barked. His voice came out thick and gravelly as his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

He snapped on a pair of sleek latex gloves, picked up a sterile medical swab, and slowly parted her slick folds.

Natasha squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks burning with absolute humiliation. 'Even my own husband has never seen me spread open like this.'

Now she was baring her most intimate, dripping wet core for a complete stranger.

Telling herself he was just a medical professional did nothing to ease the mental hurdle.

"Ah!" A needy, wet moan slipped past her lips the second he touched her.

The sound was incredibly sweet and drenched in pure lust.

A hard jolt of electricity shot straight to Jared's groin.

His entire body pulled taut, and he slightly withdrew his fingers. "Did I hurt you?"

Natasha looked up at him, her beautiful eyes clouded with a glassy, desperate haze.

She parted her flushed lips but could not find the right words.

Her brain knew she needed to hold back, but her body was completely starved.

The pathetic, delicate way she looked up at him while leaking onto his table was enough to drive any man wild.

"I'll be gentler," Jared said, his voice rough as he cleared his throat.

"I will go gentler then." Jared cleared his throat roughly and forced his gaze away from her flushed face, focusing entirely on probing her sensitive flesh.

When the intrusive exam finally ended, the withdrawal left Natasha feeling painfully hollow. Her clit throbbed, completely unsatisfied.

"Doctor, is it really bad?" she asked, a noticeable tremble wrecking her voice.

Jared ruthlessly reined in his raging erection and slowly peeled off the slick latex gloves. "You are dealing with severe pelvic congestion and a hormonal imbalance.

"It is a direct result of chronic sexual deprivation."

Natasha lowered her gaze, a flash of humiliation burning her pretty face. 'Deprived? Try nonexistent.'

It was not just a lack of sex; she was practically a virgin.

Percy was a severe germaphobe. From their very first date to their wedding night, he rarely ever touched her.

But the extreme deprivation only fueled her dirty cravings.

It felt like every cell in her body was screaming out, absolutely desperate to be grabbed, fucked, and filled.

"I am prescribing some anti-inflammatory medication to help regulate your hormones." Jared sat down at his computer to type up the script. "But my professional advice is to go home and get laid.

"Have your husband fuck you on a regular basis, and your symptoms will clear right up."

Natasha's face was already burning crimson. She slid her panties back on and climbed off the examination table.

Taking the prescription slip from his hands, she murmured, "Thank you, Doctor."

The exact moment she slipped out of the clinic, a female doctor in a white coat barged in through the back door.

"Jared, did you seriously examine my patient behind my back?" Sharon Rundell snapped, furiously scolding her younger brother.

Jared leaned back, completely unfazed. "Need I remind you I was always top of our class in med school, while you were forever stuck in second place?

"Me giving your patients free pelvic exams is a blessing for them. Besides, I own this entire hospital now."

"You arrogant bastard!" Sharon glared at him.

He was totally twisting the logic to suit his ego. Still, she had to admit it was wildly out of character.

Jared was notoriously a ruthless germaphobe who kept women at an icy distance. The fact that he willingly touched a female patient's intimate areas today was bizarre.

"Since my help is clearly unappreciated, I will take my leave." Jared shoved one hand deep into his pocket, his dark, predatory gaze still locked onto the hallway where Natasha had just disappeared.

"Where do you think you are going? I dragged you here today to meet the new cardiologist, Dr. Wayland." Sarah hurriedly stopped him, desperately trying to play matchmaker. "She is young, stunning, and absolutely brilliant.

"She is the hottest catch in the hospital, and most importantly, she is single."

"Maybe some other time." Jared brushed her off without a shred of interest and strolled right out the door.

Chapter 2 The Seduction Plan

Natasha snatched her prescription and practically sprinted out of the hospital.

Her cheeks burned fiercely as her mind replayed the humiliating scene.

A male doctor had just commanded her to strip off her panties and spread her legs for a highly intimate exam.

She would absolutely die of shame if anyone found out.

Biting her lip, she made a silent vow. 'Next time, I am demanding a female doctor. I will never let a strange man look between my legs ever again.'

Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided to a stop right in front of her.

Assuming it was her rideshare, Natasha leaned in and peered through the tinted glass.

She expected a random driver but was instead met with a devastatingly handsome face.

His sharp, chiseled jawline and piercing eyes were completely flawless.

Their gaze locked for a split second, sending a jolt of recognition straight to her core.

Her breath hitched in her throat. 'That intense stare. Is that the doctor who just had his fingers inside me?'

A fresh wave of heat flooded her face and neck.

Gripping her purse tightly, she cursed her luck. 'Of all the people to run into, why the hell is it him?'

"Get in. I'll give you a ride," Jared ordered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

Natasha frantically shook her head and took a step back. "No, thanks. I'm perfectly fine."

She crossed her arms defensively over her chest. 'I don't even know this guy. Why would I get into his car?'

Not to mention the incredibly naked, vulnerable position he had just seen her in on that exam table.

He was the absolute last man on earth she wanted to interact with right now.

All she wanted to do was run for the hills and pretend they were total strangers if they ever crossed paths again.

Jared narrowed his eyes and arched a single, arrogant eyebrow. A heavy, intensely dominant aura radiated from him.

This was the very first time a woman had ever dared to turn him down.

Natasha sensed his growing displeasure but stood her ground. "I really don't need a lift. My husband is on his way to pick me up right now," she blurted out, waving him off awkwardly.

She made sure to put heavy emphasis on the word "husband." The underlying message was crystal clear. She belonged to another man.

A faint, icy smirk curled the corner of Jared's sensual mouth. Without another word, he commanded his driver to pull away.

Natasha finally exhaled a shaky breath as she watched the Bentley disappear down the street.

But her temporary relief quickly gave way to deep anxiety as her mind drifted back to his blunt medical diagnosis.

He had flatly told her that her bodily dysfunction was directly caused by her severe lack of a sex life.

The pills would only manage the symptoms. If she wanted to be completely cured, she needed to be properly fucked by a man on a regular basis.

Her husband, Percy, was flying back from a business trip tonight. She had to jump on this opportunity.

Wasting no time, Natasha headed straight to the closest high-end lingerie boutique. She picked out a sheer, slutty nightgown that Percy used to like, along with a heavy, seductive perfume designed to turn men on.

Once back at their house, she pulled out a bottle of vintage red wine she had been saving for years.

Her plan was incredibly simple. She would get Percy loose with a few drinks, wait until he was buzzed, and then drag him into bed.

The glaring problem was Percy's extreme germaphobia and his deep aversion to physical intimacy.

For the entire first year of their marriage, he had coldly rejected every single attempt she made to get him hard.

The endless sexual frustration and rejection had taken a massive toll on her body and mind, ultimately triggering this humiliating condition.

She had absolutely no choice but to play dirty.

Stepping back to admire the dimly lit bedroom, Natasha realized just how terrified she actually was.

This was the first time since their wedding night that she was actively plotting to seduce her own husband just to get laid.

Her heart pounded relentlessly against her ribs.

Trying to steady her shaking hands, Natasha poured herself a heavy glass of wine to take the edge off.

*****

Percy got back from his business trip at eight o'clock that night.

A sharp click broke the silence as the pitch-black bedroom was instantly flooded with bright light.

Natasha jerked on the mattress where she had been faking sleep.

She fluttered her eyes open, her gaze instantly drawn to the towering, broad-shouldered silhouette filling the doorway.

"You're home, baby," she purred.

Tossing the heavy duvet aside, she scrambled out of bed and hurried over to him, her face lighting up with eager anticipation.

Percy narrowed his eyes. He took a slow, sweeping look at her plunging burgundy negligee.

The rich silk contrasted sharply with her creamy, porcelain skin, clinging tight to her curves and leaving absolutely nothing of her stacked, luscious body to the imagination.

Paired with that innocent, doe-eyed face of hers, she looked like an absolute wet dream.

As she closed the distance, a heavy wave of intoxicating perfume washed over him.

The scent immediately triggered a hot, primal throb of male lust low in his gut.

There was no denying it; the woman standing right in front of him was dripping with sex appeal.

She was a flawless, mouthwatering mix of pure innocence and filthy temptation.

Yet, she was definitely not his type.

The fleeting flash of raw hunger in his eyes quickly vanished, instantly replaced by freezing detachment.

Percy shoved her away on pure instinct. "I'm exhausted," he said.

His blunt rejection felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over Natasha's burning excitement, but she refused to just give up.

Her body was practically vibrating with need as she reminded herself, 'This heat inside me will not wait. I have to get fucked tonight.'

Besides, she had dressed like a complete slut and set up this entire romantic trap specifically for him.

She absolutely was not going to back down now.

"Come on, let me give you a hot massage," she offered in a soft, sultry voice, boldly reaching out to grip his muscular arm.

"Don't bother." Percy ripped his arm out of her grasp with a look of utter disgust, brushing off his sleeve as if he had just been touched by absolute trash.

Without another word, he marched straight toward the master bathroom.

The moment he brushed past her, Natasha caught a very clear whiff of women's perfume.

It smelled elegant and incredibly expensive. It definitely was not her signature scent.

She froze in place, deep suspicion flashing through her eyes.

'Is he screwing someone else behind my back?' she wondered frantically.

But then reason kicked in. Percy was constantly attending corporate dinners and networking events.

Catching a stray scent from a random woman in a crowded room probably did not mean a thing.

She took a deep breath to comfort herself, 'He is a massive germaphobe. He refuses to even touch his own wife. Why the hell would he put his hands on some random bitch?'

Shoving the paranoid thought aside, she walked over to the dresser to pour a heavy glass of red wine. She decided to stick to her original game plan: get him blind drunk first.

Half an hour later, Percy finally stepped out of the steaming bathroom.

He was wearing absolutely nothing but a plush white bathrobe. The belt was completely untied, putting his sculpted, rock-hard chest on full display.

His tanned skin looked sinfully appetizing under the warm bedroom lights, naturally dragging her hungry gaze down to his thick, muscular thighs.

Combined with his gorgeous, completely emotionally unavailable face, Natasha was mesmerized.

Her mouth instantly went bone dry.

Maybe it was because they had gone without sex for so long, or maybe his constant rejection just made seeing him half-naked that much more of a turn-on.

Her dirty imagination started running completely wild.

Natasha swallowed hard, her eyes accidentally dropping past his deeply cut V-line to zero in on the heavy bulge resting right between his legs.

A shiver went down her spine as she realized, 'Holy fuck.'

Her uncontrollable physical cravings were definitely getting stronger, making her core throb and ache with an agonizing need.

"What the hell are you staring at?" Percy's voice snapped through the room, deep, harsh, and chilling.

Natasha physically jumped, instantly snapped out of her horny daze.

"Nothing," she lied, shaking her head frantically.

She was terrified he would realize just how desperately wet she was for him and find her even more repulsive.

Forcing a bright smile, she grabbed the glass of wine and confidently walked over to him. "Want a drink, babe?"

She knew Percy always needed a stiff drink before bed.

But tonight, he just stood there staring at her in dead silence.

Natasha felt a sudden, sharp stab of panic. Her heart hammered in her chest as she panicked, 'Did he figure out exactly what I'm trying to do to him?'

"Percy..." she purred, pressing her soft curves closer to his hard body in a desperate last-ditch effort.

She was just about to push the liquor on him again when he suddenly turned his head, sweeping his eyes over her with a heavy, unreadable gaze.

"It is late. Are you coming to bed or what?" he asked, his tone cool.

A massive thrill of surprise shot straight through Natasha. She immediately assumed he meant he actually wanted to fuck her.

She slammed the wine glass down on the nearest nightstand. "Yeah, I am coming to bed right now."

Bubbling with eager excitement, she reached out to crawl right onto the mattress.

But before her fingertips could even brush his bare skin, Percy snatched her wrist in an iron grip.

He raised a highly mocking eyebrow. "You didn't honestly think I was going to fuck you tonight, did you?"

Chapter 3 Exiled from His Bed

Natasha's face froze.

Percy didn't miss the flash of profound disappointment in her eyes, but his expression remained icy. "Sorry. I've told you a million times. I'm a germaphobe."

"But Percy, please. I..." Natasha pleaded, her voice thick with desperation.

After a year of zero intimacy, her body was trapped in a state of agonizing hyperarousal.

Her core throbbed relentlessly, demanding to be filled.

She simply couldn't hold it back anymore. "Just do me this favor, baby. Please. I'm so wet it hurts."

She bit her lower lip, staring up at him with pitiful, tear-filled eyes. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths.

She craved cock so badly. Her mind was utterly consumed by the need to get laid, spiraling entirely out of control.

Percy's brow furrowed in deep disgust. He loathed the way she acted like a shameless slut in front of him.

"If you're really that horny, go find a way to get yourself off," he snapped.

His cold, contemptuous words struck straight at the most vulnerable part of Natasha's heart.

But Percy remained completely blind to the agonizing hurt painted across her face.

He just offered a chilling warning. "And don't ever wear lingerie like that in front of me again."

The desperate glimmer in Natasha's eyes instantly died, replaced by a suffocating wave of sorrow.

Her own husband still refused to touch her.

"I understand," she murmured, lowering her head. Her voice sounded entirely drained of life.

"Another thing. Starting tonight, we're not sleeping in the same bed," Percy added, shooting her another look of pure revulsion.

Natasha's head snapped up in shock. "Percy?"

'Is he actually moving out of our bedroom?' she thought, her heart sinking.

"I'm taking the guest room. From now on, you are not to step foot in my space without permission." Having delivered his icy ultimatum, Percy got out of bed and walked out without a single backward glance.

Natasha was left standing there in a daze while hot tears blurred her vision.

They had been married for a year. The complete lack of sex, coupled with Percy's glacial indifference, had driven her body into this feverish state of constant arousal.

Yet Percy showed absolutely zero interest in satisfying her needs. Instead, he chose this exact moment to kick her out of his bed.

For Natasha, it was a devastating blow.

The faint warmth in the master bedroom vanished the second Percy left, leaving the air bitterly cold.

But the scorching fire between Natasha's thighs didn't recede at all.

In fact, it roared to life. Percy's cruel rejection stung her deeply, triggering an even fiercer wave of pure, physical lust.

She felt incredibly frustrated, her entire body wracked with a hollow, maddening ache.

Biting back a whimper, a desperate thought crossed her mind. 'God, it hurts. I just want to be fucked.'

Her cheeks flushed feverishly hot. Unbidden, her memory flashed back to the clinic earlier today. She pictured herself lying on the examination table, spreading her legs for that male doctor.

'Oh my god!' Natasha instinctively shook her head. 'Why the hell am I thinking about him?

'I am a married woman. How could I catch myself getting off on the thought of another man? When did I become so brazen?'

But then again, Percy refused to lay a finger on her. Being married to him was no different than being single.

Try as she might, Natasha couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to Jared.

She vividly remembered the moment at the hospital entrance when he offered her a ride.

She had finally seen his full face without the surgical mask.

He was drop dead gorgeous. Way hotter than Percy.

A wicked fantasy slipped in. 'If only he could be the one to stretch me out.'

Natasha slammed the brakes on her filthy thoughts.

Even though Percy wouldn't touch her, she couldn't lust after a stranger. It was basically emotional cheating.

But her throbbing clit was completely out of her control.

With trembling hands, she pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed her favorite vibrator.

For the past year, whenever Percy rejected her and the aching need flared up, she had always rubbed herself out while picturing her husband.

Tonight, however, felt dangerously different.

As she pressed the buzzing toy against her soaking panties, the man filling her mind wasn't Percy. It was the hot doctor, Jared.

*****

It took Natasha a long time to come down from her orgasm.

A faint trail of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth, her limbs feeling completely heavy and drained.

Gasping for air, she knew she couldn't keep living like a frustrated nun.

She scrambled out of bed, digging through her purse for the anxiety meds she had picked up from the clinic today.

There was no water left in her room. Slipping a silk robe over her naked shoulders, she headed downstairs to the kitchen to take her pills.

Passing by Percy's bedroom, she stopped dead in her tracks at a suspicious, muffled groan.

Natasha was no innocent virgin. She knew exactly what those low, guttural grunts meant.

She immediately peeked through the crack of his door.

In the dim light, Percy sat on the edge of his bed, his fist pumping his hard cock as he stared at a photograph.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice rough and thick with lust. "Fuck, Joelle. You're my wife. I only want you... I only love you..."

A loud ringing exploded in Natasha's ears. Her eyes widened in absolute shock.

Her stomach dropped. 'Joelle? she thought, feeling sick. Roxanne's daughter? The golden heiress of the Whittier family?'

Her father, Bernard, had essentially lived a double life. His legal wife, Roxanne, had Joelle Whittier.

His longtime mistress, Sandra Gideon, gave birth to a son, Collin Whittier, and a daughter, Natasha.

Since Collin was the only male heir to the Whittier empire, Roxanne legally adopted him right after birth.

Natasha, the unwanted bastard daughter, was left behind to grow up with Sandra.

But growing up, Sandra Gideon never showed Natasha any affection.

But even her own mother despised her. Sandra clearly favored Collin and kissed ass to Roxanne's daughter, Joelle, far more than she cared for her own flesh and blood.

Sandra didn't give a shit about Natasha's marriage, leaving the arrangement entirely up to Bernard and Roxanne.

Before marrying Percy, Natasha had done some quiet digging. She only agreed to the wedding after confirming he was in love with "the Whittier girl."

Back then, she foolishly assumed he meant her. Now she realized what a pathetic joke that was.

Tears pricked her eyes. 'The woman he's obsessed with is my older half-sister,' she realized with a sickening jolt.

Percy was an illegitimate son himself, a bastard whose social standing wasn't nearly high enough to marry a true socialite like Joelle.

So, he settled for the next best thing and chose her instead.

Ever since the wedding, Percy refused to fuck her, claiming he was a severe germaphobe.

And Natasha had actually bought his bullshit.

Only now did she realize how incredibly naive she had been. He would rather jerk off in the dark than lay a single finger on her.

Her nails dug into her palms. 'He is saving his dick for Joelle,' she thought bitterly.

Growing up, everyone in the Whittier household worshipped Joelle.

Her father treated her like a princess. Both Roxanne and Sandra treated her like absolute royalty.

Natasha was always the extra baggage, the one nobody wanted.

She honestly thought getting married would be her fresh start. She never imagined Percy was secretly lusting after her sister, too.

A bitter wave of irony washed over Natasha.

Hearing Percy moan Joelle's name over and over again felt like a series of vicious slaps across her face.

In a daze, her mind drifted back to all the times Percy visited the Whittier estate before their wedding.

Back then, he was gentle, patient, the perfect gentleman. Every time he came over, he brought her thoughtful gifts.

That was exactly why she had fallen for him.

But now the ugly truth was staring her right in the face.

He never came to the estate for her. He was only there to see Joelle.

Chapter 4 The New CEO

It was a sleepless night.

The deep, throbbing ache between her thighs and the heavy emotional blow Natasha had taken made catching any real rest impossible.

Thankfully, she still managed to make it to work on time the next morning.

But the moment Natasha stepped into the office, she could tell the vibe was completely off.

"We are getting a brand new CEO today. Just parachuting right in," her work bestie Dorothy Stetson whispered, dropping the massive news.

So that was it. A massive corporate shakeup.

No wonder every single woman in the bullpen had a compact mirror out and was frantically touching up her lipstick and pulling down her cleavage.

"Natasha, what the hell are you doing? Hurry up and get ready!" Dorothy scolded.

Seeing Natasha's utter lack of enthusiasm, she grabbed her arm and shoved her into a rolling chair. "Your makeup is way too plain. Let me sex you up a bit."

Natasha quickly dodged the makeup brush and brushed off the panic. "What does a new CEO have to do with me? I have a mountain of paperwork to get through."

Ever since college graduation, Roxanne had banished her to this dead-end subsidiary.

The official excuse was that she needed outside corporate experience. The harsh reality was that the bitch was keeping her as far away from the family empire, Whittier Group, as humanly possible.

The main company was strictly reserved for her older half-siblings, Collin and Joelle, to inherit.

As the unwelcome bastard daughter born to her father's mistress, Natasha was never going to get a seat at the big boys' table.

It did not matter that she had always been at the top of her class, working twice as hard as her spoiled siblings.

She was not the golden boy Collin, nor was she the pampered princess Joelle.

So the second she got her degree, she was shut out of the family legacy.

And her own mother Sandra, passive and weak as always, had not uttered a single word in her defense.

Natasha was used to it. After a lifetime of eating shit, she had learned to simply adapt.

Roxanne hated when she stood out, and Sandra would never fight for her.

For the past two years, she had kept her head down, quietly working as an invisible, low-level clerk.

She didn't fight for recognition. She avoided any potential conflicts of interest with Collin and Joelle.

She was not gunning for a promotion, and she did not give a damn about a raise. Therefore, the arrival of some hotshot executive meant absolutely nothing to her.

Dorothy pushed her firmly back into her seat and looked at her like she was insane. "You hear a new CEO is coming and you literally do not care? Do you have a pulse?

"Every man and woman in this building is busting their ass right now to look fuckable, hoping to catch his eye on day one.

"I know you are naturally gorgeous with killer bone structure, but you cannot just let yourself go!

"I did some digging. Word is the new boss is young, filthy rich, and incredibly hot. It definitely would not hurt to spread our legs a little if it gets us on his good side."

Natasha felt a headache coming on. "Then you make yourself look pretty. I seriously don't need this, Dorothy. I have work to do."

But Dorothy held her in place. "Look, if he doesn't want to screw me, maybe he will want you! I have finally figured out corporate here. Hard work and talent are bullshit.

"Having a powerful man backing you up and slipping into your bed is the real key to survival. If the new CEO wants to fuck us, no one in this hellhole will ever dare mess with us again."

By ten o'clock, the ground floor lobby was absolutely packed.

Everyone stood at attention, craning their necks toward the glass entrance, waiting for the VIP to arrive.

Dorothy had ruthlessly elbowed her way through the crowd, dragging Natasha right to the front row.

"We are way too close," Natasha muttered.

She was just about to step back into the safety of the crowd when the new CEO finally made his entrance.

A fleet of black SUVs flanked a sleek, ultra-luxurious Rolls-Royce, rolling to a smooth stop right outside the building.

The heavy car door swung open, and a man stepped out.

He was dressed in a razor-sharp tailored suit, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. His frame was imposing, radiating a dominant, primal alpha energy that commanded instant submission.

Flanked by a dozen intimidating bodyguards, he strode into the lobby like a king claiming his territory.

The sheer display of raw masculinity was breathtaking.

Every single person in the lobby stood frozen, completely captivated and deeply intimidated by the unapologetic aura rolling off of him.

Instinctively, Natasha lifted her gaze to look at the man.

The moment she did, her breath caught in her throat and her core clenched.

Her eyes widened in absolute shock, her face locked in an expression of pure disbelief. 'How the hell is it him?'

The newly appointed CEO was the exact same doctor who had examined her naked body at the hospital.

Her mind reeled as she stared. 'How the hell is this possible? Isn't he a doctor?'

Natasha was half convinced she was hallucinating. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, desperately trying to clear her vision.

But when she opened her eyes again, the man had actually stopped walking. He was standing directly in front of her.

Natasha's lungs completely forgot how to take in air.

She watched helplessly as Jared slowly turned his head, his predatory gaze locking onto hers.

At this distance, there was zero chance she was mistaken.

The flawlessly chiseled jaw, the intense features. It was the undeniable star of the filthy, dripping wet fantasies that had kept her fingering herself and tossing all night.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. 'It really is him. Oh my God. How is this happening?'

Natasha's mind completely short-circuited, a loud, chaotic ringing echoing in her ears as the reality of the situation crashed down on her.

Jared let his gaze drag over her body for barely a few seconds before looking away. He acted ice cold, totally indifferent, looking at her like she was just another nameless stranger.

The rest of the staff finally snapped out of their collective trance, practically chanting in unison. "Good morning, Mr. Rundell."

Watching his broad, muscular back disappear into the private executive elevator, Natasha felt her stomach drop completely.

She pinched her own arm hard and winced at the sharp sting. 'Fuck, that hurts. Definitely not a dream then.'

Desperate for a way out, she clung to a shred of naive hope. 'Maybe there is another explanation. Maybe this new billionaire boss just happens to be a dead ringer for that insanely hot doctor.

'They have to be two totally different guys.'

Dorothy, tugged on her sleeve with eyes full of suspicion. "Natasha, do you know the big boss?"

Snapping back to reality, Natasha blinked. "What?"

Dorothy leaned in, her eyes shining with absolute gossip. "I totally saw him stop and check you out just now. Do you think he wants to date you?"

Natasha scoffed nervously. "Are you insane? You are definitely seeing things."

Without waiting for a response, Natasha bolted for the ladies room.

She cranked the faucet and splashed freezing water over her flushed cheeks, desperate to cool down her heated skin and get a grip.

Back in the hallway, Dorothy stood frozen in confusion, muttering to herself. 'Did I seriously just imagine that?'

*****

By the time Natasha dragged herself back to the bullpen, the entire floor was already buzzing with juicy rumors about the new CEO.

"Did you guys hear?" one of the girls gossiped loudly. "His mom is the Chief of Staff over at St. Joseph's Hospital, and his dad is that scary four star general you see on the news all the time.

"He grew up on military bases, then went off to an Ivy League school and got dual master degrees in Medicine and Finance.

"Word is he was supposed to take over his mom's hospital. God knows why he suddenly decided to run our corporate office instead."

Natasha listened to the chatter, her blood turning to ice.

The St. Joseph's Hospital was the exact same clinic she had gone to for her incredibly invasive, toe curling gynecological exam.

So his mother ran the place, and he had a medical background.

Gripping her desk, she panicked. 'I am so unbelievably fucked.'

All the evidence pointed to one terrifying truth. He really was the doctor who had his gloved fingers buried deep inside her slick wetness that day.

It was her absolute worst nightmare coming to life.

After that humiliating and highly arousing exam, she had sworn to stay off his radar forever.

'How could I have guessed he would drop out of the sky and become my boss?' Taking a deep breath, she tried to rationalize the situation. 'Well, at least he is the CEO at the very top of the food chain.

'I am just a nobody sitting in a cubicle. Our paths will literally never cross.'

Barely a second after she managed to soothe her racing heart, her manager, Frank Hammers, marched over.

"Natasha," he barked loudly. "The boss wants you in his private office. Right now."

Natasha felt her eye twitch.

The entire floor went dead silent. Every single colleague snapped their heads around to stare at her in pure, unadulterated shock.

She sucked in a sharp, ragged breath, her heart plummeting straight into her shoes.

Trembling slightly, she accepted her fate. 'Shit. I really cannot escape him, can I?'

Chapter 5 Meeting the Boss

"What the hell did you do?" Frank glared at her, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.

The new CEO had summoned her by name. It was a massive shock to everyone on the floor, especially her direct supervisor, Frank.

"I don't know." Natasha blinked, playing the innocent card.

Her palms were slick with nervous sweat, and her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.

'Jesus, the more I try to hide from him, the faster he tracks me down,' she thought frantically.

"Listen to me," Frank hissed, his tone vicious. "Whatever colossal fuck up this is, it is on you. Do not drag me down with your sinking ship, got it?"

Frank was Roxanne's corporate lapdog.

For the two years Natasha had worked under him, he had made it his personal mission to make her life a living hell, acting entirely on Roxanne's orders.

Now, on the very first day the big boss stepped foot in the building, he was bypassing management to drag Natasha up to the penthouse.

To Frank, this obviously meant Natasha had royally screwed up and pissed off the CEO.

If she got fired, Frank could report back to Roxanne and finally collect his brownie points.

His entire agenda was to bait Natasha into a fireable offense.

But Natasha had been flawless for two solid years, leaving zero paper trail of mistakes.

Frank had been stressing over how to frame her, so he was practically foaming at the mouth with joy that she had apparently dug her own grave.

The bigger the disaster, the happier Roxanne would be. He just needed to cover his own ass first.

"Got it, Mr. Hammers," Natasha muttered, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

She turned to walk away, but Frank's heavy hand snatched her arm.

He leaned in, his hot, sour breath invading her personal space. "Remember, if you dare open your mouth and spout bullshit to the CEO, I will make sure you never work in this city again."

Natasha shot him a look of pure disgust. 'As if my life under your thumb hasn't already been a total nightmare.'

Frank's constant workplace bullying was just a Tuesday for her.

He was obviously sweating bullets, terrified she was going upstairs to tattle on his toxic management.

He was completely flattering himself. She had much more intimate, pressing business to confirm with the CEO.

A slimy middle manager like Frank didn't even register on her radar.

Natasha rolled her eyes, yanked her arm out of his sweaty grip, and strutted straight toward the elevators.

The express elevator shot her straight to the top floor, the billionaire's exclusive domain.

In her two years at the firm, Natasha hadn't been allowed past the twelfth floor.

The executive secretary escorted her to a set of heavy, imposing double doors and gave a crisp knock.

"Come in." The words rumbled through the heavy wood, deep and thick with authority.

Natasha blew out a shaky breath, fluttering the bangs on her forehead. She swallowed hard, forced her spine straight, and pushed the door open.

The corner office was a stark, intimidating blend of matte black and icy white. The harsh lines screamed dominance and ruthless control.

Natasha instantly locked onto the massive, broad-shouldered man sitting behind the sprawling desk.

He was looking down, flipping through a file. She couldn't see his face, but the raw, masculine energy rolling off his body made her skin prickle.

It was dangerously familiar.

Yet he completely ignored her, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork as she stood there waiting.

Unbidden, a rush of filthy memories flooded Natasha's brain, making her core clench. 'That afternoon in his exam room... the way his large, rough hands felt as they parted my thighs... the searing heat of his fingers probing deep inside me...'

Caught in a haze of sudden arousal, she abruptly felt the heavy, scorching weight of a predator's gaze sliding over her curves.

Natasha gasped and snapped back to reality. Jared had finally lifted his head. His ravenous eyes had clearly been tracking her every movement, stripping her bare from across the room.

Their eyes locked.

In a split second, an intense, suffocating wave of pure sexual dominance slammed into her, making her pulse race all over again.

"Surprised to see me?" Jared smirked. It was a knowing, cryptic expression, but the amusement never reached his cold eyes.

A nervous pulse throbbed at Natasha's temple.

Her voice trembled as she stammered out an excuse. "Sorry, sir. You just caught me off guard. I didn't mean to stare."

Jared arched a single brow. His gaze darkened with interest. "Does that mean you have a thing for me, Ms. Whittier?"

"No way. I'm just a regular employee. I wouldn't dare think about you like that. It's strictly professional respect," Natasha blurted out in total panic.

Jared was fiercely intimidating. He radiated a raw, aggressive energy that was impossible to ignore.

His piercing blue eyes locked onto her, studying her in utter silence. He looked exactly like an apex predator calmly sizing up a fresh meal.

After what felt like a lifetime, he finally broke the heavy tension with a slow drawl. "Feeling any better?"

Natasha froze completely. Meeting his gaze made her heart violently skip a beat.

Her mind raced as she connected the dots, 'He just admitted it.'

That confirmed the man who examined her bare body in the clinic the other day was actually him.

"A little," she managed to squeak out. Her cheeks burned with a deep, embarrassed flush.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him anymore.

Jared offered a deeply suggestive reminder. "Your condition isn't exactly a quick fix. Whenever you have needs, come find me."

A visible shiver wrecked through Natasha's body.

Her inner monologue went wild with dirty possibilities, 'Whenever I have needs? Does he mean he'll actually fuck me when the craving hits?'

It wasn't her fault her mind went straight to the gutter.

From the very second she laid eyes on Jared, her pussy had reacted on pure instinct.

Being locked in his office with him was only making her core clench and drip with slick wetness.

Panic set in as she realized what was happening to her body, 'Shit. My hypersexuality is acting up again.'

"Thanks for checking in, sir. If that's all, I really need to get back to work." Natasha squeezed her thighs tightly together, rushing the words out.

She refused to lose her composure and beg for his cock right here.

Right now, she desperately needed to find a bathroom stall and finger herself to take care of this unbearable ache.

Without waiting for a reply, she practically sprinted toward the door.

"Did I say you could leave?" Jared's authoritative voice rumbled from behind her.

Natasha stopped dead in her tracks. She turned back with breathless anxiety. "Is there something else, Mr. Rundell?"

Jared's scorching gaze dragged slowly over her curves. Suddenly, he rose from his leather executive chair and closed the distance between them.

His movements were slow and deliberate.

He was ridiculously tall and broad-shouldered, tapering down to a narrow waist. His tailored black suit pants clung to thick, muscular thighs.

He was practically dripping with arrogant, undeniable sex appeal.

Lust took over her brain as she stared at his physique, 'What would it actually feel like to take his huge cock in bed?'

Natasha's mind spun with filthy fantasies. Her mouth went completely dry.

The more she thought about it, the wetter and more desperate she became.

The craving was absolute agony. 'God, I want him to fuck my brains out so bad.'

"What's on your mind?" Jared murmured. His lips suddenly grazed her earlobe.

"I want to fuck..." Natasha nearly blurted out her most shameful craving.

Luckily, she caught herself at the very last second and frantically backpedaled. "Focus on work! I want to focus on my job and learn from you!"

Snapping her head up, she realized just how dangerously close he had gotten.

There was barely an inch of space left between their bodies.

The heavy, intoxicating scent of his masculine cologne wrapped entirely around her.

It made her head spin dizzily. Breathing in his raw, dominant scent only made her throb harder.

Sheer lust was completely short-circuiting her brain. She was an absolute wreck.

She was so turned on she had almost begged him to take her right there on his desk.

Jared stared down at her from his impressive height. His expression was completely unreadable.

Natasha kept her gaze glued to the floor, her heart lodged in her throat.

Guilt washed over her. 'I can't believe I just lusted after my boss like a total slut. He is definitely pissed.'

She fully expected him to snap and fire her on the spot.

Instead, he simply gave her a blunt order. "I need an assistant. Starting tomorrow, the executive assistant job is yours."

Chapter 6 Quitting Before She Fucked Him Blind

Natasha stiffened in surprise.

Natasha's eye twitched in disbelief. 'Did he seriously just promote me to executive assistant? Is this some twisted setup to watch me fail?'

"Sir, I've never done assistant work. I really don't think I can handle it," Natasha replied, her knee-jerk reaction being to refuse him.

The truth was, her mind was already completely consumed by the desperate, filthy urge to get naked and ride him.

'If I take this promotion and have to stare at him every single day, how the hell am I supposed to keep my legs shut?' she fretted.

Jared pinned her with a dark, intense stare. "You got a problem with a promotion?"

Natasha nervously licked her full, red lips. "I just think—"

Jared cut her off cold. "Who's the CEO here? You or me?"

The polite, professional smile on Natasha's face froze. "You are, obviously."

"Then go back and hand off your current projects," Jared ordered, his tone leaving zero room for argument. "Report to the executive suite tomorrow morning."

"But..." Natasha swallowed hard, biting back her words.

Panic flared in her chest. 'Isn't he terrified I'm going to jump his bones?

'What if I lose all my self-control, strip him naked, and fuck his brains out?'

A flash of irritation crossed Jared's dangerously handsome face. "If you don't want the job, quit."

Natasha was left speechless. She finally gave a stiff nod. "Got it."

Assuming that was a yes, Jared dismissed her with a single glance and strode back to his massive leather chair, diving straight back into his work.

Natasha retreated to her own department. She completely ignored her manager Frank's snarky probing and the nosy stares of her coworkers.

Sitting at her desk, she immediately fired up her computer and started typing her resignation letter.

The agonizing heat throbbing between her thighs finally started to cool down at the thought of leaving the company entirely.

"Hey Natasha, why did Mr. Rundell call you in there alone? Does he want to get in your pants?" Dorothy leaned over the cubicle partition, her eyes sparkling with juicy gossip.

"Oh, please. He's a billionaire CEO. Why would he look twice at a plain Jane like me?" Natasha shot back, keeping her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Plain Jane? Are you kidding me?" Dorothy scoffed loudly. "I've thrown out at least twenty bouquets of roses from your secret admirers just this month.

"With a gorgeous face and a killer body like yours, it wouldn't be a shocker if he took one look and fell in love with you."

'Fall in love with me?' Natasha's typing stuttered to a halt as her heart skipped a beat. 'If the CEO really did want me right off the bat, does that mean I'd actually get a chance to screw him senseless?

Natasha's cheeks burned scarlet as she vigorously shook her head to clear the filthy fantasies.

"That's impossible. Stop making wild guesses and do your work," she deflected.

Forcing herself to focus, she finished drafting her resignation and hit send. It routed straight to the HR Director's inbox right before the clock struck five.

Natasha then grabbed a box and started packing up, fully intending to take all her personal belongings home tonight.

Just then, Frank dropped a massive stack of folders onto her desk with a slimy, fake smile. "You're pulling overtime tonight. Handle all of these."

Natasha glared at the towering pile of paperwork. She didn't even have to ask to know Frank was just finding another excuse to make her life a living hell.

He had been taking bribes from Roxanne to purposely "discipline" her.

In the two years Natasha had worked under him, doing forced, unpaid overtime was the norm.

The fact that Jared had personally called her into his office today had clearly triggered Frank's petty jealousy.

But if he thought she was going to roll over and be his little corporate slave like always, he was dead wrong.

"Mr. Hammers, it's past five. Sorry, but I'm off the clock," Natasha fired back coldly.

Frank stared at her in sheer disbelief. He never expected the usually submissive Natasha to actually grow a spine.

"Don't think that just because the CEO gave you five minutes of his time, you can suddenly disrespect your manager! I run this department. If you dare to openly defy me, I'll fire your ass. Try me!" Frank snarled, his face twisting ugly with fury.

Natasha just gave him an icy, dismissive look. "Then fire me."

Without another word, she picked up her box and walked straight out of the office.

Frank's enraged screaming echoed down the hallway behind her, but she couldn't care less.

*****

Instead of heading straight to her apartment, Natasha aimlessly wandered the city streets, her mind entirely somewhere else.

Given the time, Percy probably wasn't even home yet.

Throughout their one year of marriage, they practically lived separate lives. They barely even ate dinner together.

In the beginning, Natasha just assumed Percy was naturally cold and still adjusting to being tied down.

But now, the harsh truth was glaringly obvious. His heart and his bed just didn't belong to her.

After grabbing some takeout by herself, Natasha got back to the house late.

To her surprise, Percy still wasn't home. Usually, no matter how much he hated looking at her, he would walk through the front door by nine o'clock.

She checked her phone, her anxiety spiking. 'It's almost eleven. Where the hell is he?'

She tossed and turned on the living room sofa, agonizing over it before finally gathering the courage to dial his number.

The phone rang forever before he finally picked up. "Yeah? Who is this?"

"It's me," Natasha said, her expression instantly falling.

A knot formed in her stomach as the realization hit. 'He hasn't even saved my number. Is this a joke?'

They had been married for a whole year, and her own husband didn't even have his wife in his contacts.

"What do you want?" Percy's tone turned ice-cold the second he recognized her voice.

"It's getting really late. When do you think you'll be back?" Natasha asked cautiously.

There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line.

After a long pause, he gave a single, impatient grunt. "Yeah."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. 'Yeah? What the hell does 'yeah' mean? I asked when he was coming home!'

Natasha was about to repeat her question, but the line went dead. The cold beeping of the dial tone filled her ear.

She stared at her screen, her lips pressed into a tight line. 'Did he seriously just hang up on me?

'I am just trying to be a good wife and check on my husband who is out late. Why is he always such an impatient prick?'

Deciding not to wait up any longer, Natasha headed straight to the bathroom for a hot shower and climbed into bed.

It was nearly midnight, and Percy was still a no-show.

Because of that, her sleep was incredibly restless, plagued by an endless stream of nightmares.

One minute she dreamed Frank was making her life a living hell at the corporate office, and the next, Percy was slapping her with divorce papers so he could marry her sister, Joelle.

Natasha jolted awake in a cold sweat. Morning light was already pouring through the blinds.

Remembering she had just quit her job and didn't have to clock in today, she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

But the lingering paranoia from her nightmares weighed on her, making it impossible to drift off.

Worse still, a familiar, agonizing heat began to pool low in her belly, traveling straight down to her pussy.

Her breathing grew shallow and erratic as her nipples hardened against the sheets.

She bit her lip, her hands instinctively drifting downwards. 'God, I'm so fucking horny again.'

Desperate to ignore the wet, throbbing ache between her legs, Natasha forced herself out of bed.

She headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast, hoping the mundane chore would distract her.

But her fragile composure shattered when she passed Percy's bedroom. The bed was perfectly made. He hadn't come home at all last night.

Her paranoia instantly flared up, her mind racing with reasons for his all-nighter.

She swallowed hard, a sickening thought taking over. 'Was he out with Joelle?'

The more she thought about it, the more unbearable the mix of jealousy and pure lust became.

It wasn't just mental torture anymore; her body was slick, aching, and begging for a release.

By the time Jared called, Natasha's face was flushed hot. She was already spread out on her bed, her fingers sliding deep into her soaking wet panties.

She had fully intended to ignore the ringing phone, but her trembling hand slipped and swiped the screen, accepting the call.

Jared opened his mouth to speak, only to be met with the unmistakable sound of Natasha moaning and panting wetly into the receiver.

"What exactly are you doing?" he asked, his voice dropping low and husky.

Chapter 7 Making Her His Personal Assistant

Jared certainly had not expected to hear that.

But they were grown adults, and raw sexual needs were a given.

Plus, he already knew all about her chronic hyperarousal.

"M-Mr. Rundell?" Natasha froze completely. Her lust-addled brain scrambled to catch up.

She gulped hard, her inner voice screaming, 'Why the hell does the guy on the phone sound exactly like our new CEO?'

Panic sobered her up for a split second, but the relentless, throbbing ache between her thighs quickly swallowed her reasoning.

On the other end of the line, Jared's striking, chiseled face darkened with sudden heat.

"You skipped out on work just to stay home and play with yourself?" he demanded.

Natasha's face burned like fire. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

Humiliation washed over her as she realized, 'I cannot believe I accidentally answered Jared's call while I was touching myself. And he actually heard me moaning!'

But she honestly could not help it. Whenever her hypersexuality flared up, she was completely at the mercy of her own dripping wet body.

"I... I already quit," Natasha managed to gasp out between shallow breaths.

Jared scowled. "Quit? Nobody told me that. Standard corporate policy requires a thirty-day notice and a full transition with HR and Legal.

"If you walk out now, it is a breach of contract. You will owe the company two years of your salary in penalty fees!"

Natasha nearly choked on her own spit.

Absolute panic set in as she calculated the cost. 'If he enforces that rule, I will have literally worked for free these past two years! Every single dime would go straight to paying off that penalty.'

"Mr. Rundell, please cut me some slack," Natasha pleaded softly. "I have a medical condition. I really cannot keep working like this."

Jared's eyes grew dangerously dark. "What kind of condition?"

Natasha's breath hitched. She bit her lip in frustration. 'Does he not already know exactly how horny I get?

'He was the one who personally gave me that physical exam the other day!'

"Hyperarousal!" she blurted out. Throwing her shame out the window, she confessed everything. "When it flares up, I get so insanely horny and desperate that I cannot even think straight, let alone focus on work."

The line went dead silent for a full minute. Natasha bit her nails, wondering if she had been way too dirty and pissed off Jared.

However, she could hear the distinct sound of his breathing growing heavy and ragged through the speaker.

She swallowed hard. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, but since he had not hung up yet, she lacked the guts to end the call herself.

"You have exactly thirty minutes to get your ass into the office. I will treat your condition myself," Jared said, his voice low and commanding.

Natasha's jaw dropped in sheer shock. She prayed her ears were deceiving her.

Her mind raced with dirty possibilities as she thought, 'He wants to treat me himself? How exactly is he going to do that? Is he actually going to fuck me?'

Just picturing it made her cheeks burn hotter, the red flush spreading all the way down her neck.

Suddenly, her buzzing vibrator felt completely useless.

Her core clenched tight at the thought, 'If I can actually get laid by Jared... this sexual frustration of mine would be completely cured.'

After all, she only developed this maddening hypersexuality because her husband had not fucked her a single time since their wedding day.

She was just too empty, lonely, and starved for a real cock.

A fleeting look of raw, unhinged lust flashed through Natasha's eyes. 'If I could just get a real man to take me... especially a tall, devastatingly handsome alpha male like Jared stretching me out and satisfying me...'

But the cold dial tone abruptly snapped her out of her wet dream.

Natasha wanted to slap herself in the face. She shook her head in disbelief, 'Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? Am I actually lusting after my boss's body right now?'

Still, Jared had personally called to demand she haul her ass back to the office.

She could not exactly blow him off, especially when the alternative meant paying out a massive penalty fee.

She would just have to play by the corporate rules, submit a formal resignation, and tough it out for one final month.

*****

Natasha rushed into the office, already late and fully expecting Frank to chew her out.

She had, after all, flatly rejected his demands to work late the night before.

To her absolute shock, Frank didn't explode. The rest of her coworkers, however, were giving her the strangest looks.

"What is going on?" Natasha whispered to Dorothy, completely lost.

Dorothy opened her mouth to answer, but Frank was already storming over to their desks.

"Well, congratulations, Natasha. I had no idea you were so talented," Frank sneered, his voice dripping with pure, toxic jealousy.

Natasha frowned. "What are you talking about, Mr. Hammers? Spit it out."

"Playing dumb? HR just blasted an email to the whole floor. You've been transferred to the executive suite. You are Mr. Rundell's new personal assistant."

Natasha blinked, her eyes widening in pure shock. 'Holy shit, Jared was actually serious.'

He had only whispered that dirty little promise of a promotion yesterday, and now the official HR notice was out.

The whole company knew.

"Employees who actually bust their asses around here are lucky to get a tiny raise," Frank bit out, his tone utterly sour. "But you? You strapped yourself to a rocket and rode it straight to the top floor.

"God only knows who you had to get on your knees for to pull that off."

His nasty little comment made Natasha's blood boil.

He loved painting her as some lazy slut, completely ignoring the fact that she was the hardest worker in the department.

Frank routinely dumped half his own workload onto her desk, forcing her into endless unpaid overtime and ruined weekends.

"I really owe it all to your stellar mentorship, Mr. Hammers," Natasha fired back, her voice thick with fake sweetness. "If it wasn't for all your 'extra attention', Mr. Rundell might never have noticed me.

"Now that I'm heading straight to the top, I definitely won't forget how you've treated me these past two years."

Frank's face went completely pale, his jaw clenching.

If she had ever dared to talk back to him before, he would have screamed in her face.

But now, he just stood there glaring, physically unable to spit out a real insult.

Natasha was Jared's personal assistant now. Messing with her meant messing with Jared.

Plus, she had just leaped over him on the corporate ladder. She technically outranked him, and pissing her off was career suicide.

"Since Mr. Rundell is so obsessed with you, you better perform well up there. You climb that fast, you fall twice as hard," Frank warned coldly.

He swallowed his rage and stormed off like a beaten dog.

Dorothy walked over, rubbing Natasha's arm. "Ignore him. He's just pissing his pants terrified you'll get him fired. Pack your stuff and get upstairs."

Natasha forced a tight smile, but inside, she was screaming.

Honestly? She would rather stay down here and be Frank's corporate slave than get dragged up to the executive suite.

Her mind raced with a heavy, frustrated panic. 'Jesus, if I have to stare at a walking wet dream like Jared every single day, looking at all that hard muscle beneath his custom suits and knowing I can't ride him, I'll go completely insane.'

Despite the heavy knot of dread in her stomach, Natasha found herself knocking on the heavy oak doors of the CEO's office exactly one hour later.

"Come in." The deep, commanding rumble of his voice echoed through the wood.

"Sir." Natasha took a deep breath, pushing the door open and walking up to his desk.

Jared was intensely focused on a stack of files, not even bothering to look up.

"Ms. Whittier, you're late," he murmured, his gravelly voice vibrating with strict, punishing authority.

"I—" Natasha stammered, scrambling for a defense.

Jared cut her off without a shred of mercy. "I'm docking your performance bonus for the entire month."

Natasha stood frozen, her jaw dropping slightly. 'I'm late exactly one time, and my entire bonus is gone? He's a bigger prick than Frank!'

Before she could open her mouth to argue, Jared dropped his next command. "Your only task today is my private bedroom suite. I want you to go in there and get it completely spotless for me."