The door to your office slams shut as Aki steps inside. It’s not entirely a surprise; you heard his mission today went sour, an absolute mess that he was stuck cleaning up. And when he needs an outlet, you’re who he comes to.

“Desk, now.” He’s already shucking off his jacket, loosening his tie, letting things fall haphazardly to the floor as he stalks toward you. His hands grip your waist to lift you, setting you on the surface as he steps between your legs.

“Today,” he mutters, enunciating each word with a pop of the buttons on your blouse. “Fucking. Sucked.” His clear blue gaze finds yours.

“I need you to make it better.”