Corporate Cabin Conception

The van ride to the corporate retreat was torture. My billionaire boss' knee pressed against mine, his eyes stripping me bare while I pretended not to notice how wet I already was.At the cabin, the fire roared, the wine flowed, and the games turned dangerous. Truth or dare became truth or touch, and when he finally pulled me into the shadows, I didn't say no.He took me hard, deep, claiming every i...