~Evric's POV~
I started giggling alone in my office, unable to express the pure, ridiculous joy bubbling up inside me.
I looked at my phone, still displaying his last message. The man was a menace.
"Zayn is clearly starting what he cannot finish," I muttered to myself, shaking my head with amusement.
I knew exactly how this 'office f*ck' would go. He'd be demanding and wild for the first two minutes.
Then, one hard thrust later, he'd already be whimpering, "Baby, be gentle! Be gentle!"
He always talked a big game, promising to ruin me, but it was usually me who pushed his limits.
I laughed, knowing the truth of our dynamics. He was all fire and bravado, but I was the one with the endurance.
And honestly, that sweet, immediate submission was half the fun. It made me feel utterly powerful and completely adored.
