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The décor was simple but elegant. One entire wall was floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. The oversized office had wall-to-wall cashmere carpet.

Matvey sat in his office chair reviewing documents. He wore only a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, chest straining against the fabric. Office Matvey made me want to rip his clothes off even more.

"Good morning." I cleared my throat.

Damn it, could my heart get it together? Stop doing cardio in my chest every time I saw Matvey!

Matvey didn't notice my little crisis. He matter-of-factly directed me to my own desk.

The setup here was a million times better than my old workstation.

"So what's my job, Mr. Bykov?" I sank into the buttery leather chair. "I heard you've never had an assistant."

"Help me solve problems." He stood and walked toward me slowly. "Problems only you can solve."

He braced one hand on my armrest, the other arm circling behind my neck and slipping into my shirt.

Warning signals flared in my brain. I swallowed. But he just pinched my stomach, didn't go further.

"Your work is on your desk." He returned to his seat.

On the desktop sat my sketchbook and Matvey's schedule.

Matvey's personal assistant sounded impressive. But actually, besides arranging his meeting schedule, all I did was draw designs and satisfy Matvey's various thrilling ideas.

Sometimes he'd pin me against the floor-to-ceiling windows, my breasts flattened against the glass, his thick cock inside me. Sometimes he'd bend me over his desk, entering me from behind, kneading my ass hard—he wanted to try something new every day.

Of course there were tender moments too. He never said he liked me, but he'd put warm milk beside me when I forgot the time while drawing. He'd drape his jacket over me when I dozed off at my desk.

Every piece of jewelry I designed, he insisted I wear first. He used these methods to make my heart hold only him.

Days like this flew by.

"Riley, you're such a good girl." He held me on his lap, breath hot against my ear. "Your tits just keep getting bigger."

His hand had already slipped through the gap at my waist into my bra, kneading. His hips kept grinding up against me. I got wet instantly, like my body had muscle memory. I had to admit, the shame turned me on.

Was I just into this? Or was it only because it was Matvey doing it to me? I didn't know. But I couldn't resist enjoying this moment.

Those two little things on my chest were hard and aching now, insanely sensitive—just brushing against fabric made my body go weak.

"Matvey..."

I moaned. His fingers worked harder. Only when I went limp in his arms did he finally let me go.

"Move into my apartment, Riley." Matvey's voice was soft.

Actually, he'd said this many times, but I'd refused every time. I always felt like I was too happy, that fate would take it all back.

"No, I still need to take care of Evelyn."

I lived close to the hospital where my sister was, so I could visit her every morning before work.

Even though Matvey had arranged the most professional caregivers and the best medical team for her post-op care, knowing her personality, she'd be miserable without someone to chat with.

As compensation for refusing him each time, I kissed the corner of his mouth. He immediately cupped the back of my head and deepened the kiss. Our tongues tangled, saliva mixed, utterly intimate. When our lips parted, my tongue was numb.

Just as I'd straightened my clothes and was about to return to my seat to finish my sketches, a woman suddenly burst in. She didn't knock, just walked right in like she owned the place.