Chapter 43

MATURE CONTENT

MADDIE

Now, I have no other choice but to stay inside his office until everyone leaves. Coming out of his office with newly washed hair and a new set of clothes was a dead giveaway. I need to keep my relationship with Hades for as long as possible. 
My eyes widened in panic when I heard a knock coming from the door. I looked in Hades' direction, who was casually leaning against his office chair behind his huge, elegant office table. 
"I called the janitor to clean up the mess," he responded despite me not saying anything. It's probably because it was written all over my face.
It was possible that he made that call when I was in the restroom, cleaning myself up.
In panic, I didn't manage to think it through. Instead of running towards the restroom, I ran towards Hades and hid under his huge table.
I heard his rich, deep chuckle just before the sound of his voice echoed through the office. “Come on in,” he said casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Panic swelled in my chest.
I gently slapped my forehead, silently cursing my life choices. What the hell was I doing down here?
I was crouched under his desk, tucked awkwardly between his long legs, practically imprisoned by the solid wall of his thighs. The small space beneath the desk suddenly felt smaller, hotter, and more suffocating than ever.
I held my breath, frozen in place, every muscle in my body tense as I heard footsteps enter the room. The chair creaked slightly above me as Hades shifted his position, the movement bringing his leg even closer to my side. One wrong move, and I’d definitely be discovered.
I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that whoever walked in wouldn’t stay long—or worse, drop something near the desk and try to retrieve it.
Hades, on the other hand, was calm—too calm. I could practically feel the smug energy radiating off him from above. He was enjoying this far too much.
I bit my lower lip, trying to keep quiet, all the while silently swearing I’d get back at him for this one way or another.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Grant,” a man’s voice said politely. It was deep but slightly gravelly—older. I recognized it as the janitor's.
“Afternoon, Ramon,” Hades replied smoothly as he pushed himself forward, invading the little space I had left under his table.
I recoiled slightly, holding back a squeak, and braced myself against the underside of the desk, trying not to make a sound.
Ramon, the janitor, then continued to clean up the mess made in his office without any question.
After some agonizing minutes had passed, I heard the janitor say something.
“I'm done here, Mr. Grant. Would you like me to polish the floors in here today?” the janitor asked.
“No need. I’m in the middle of something,” Hades said, voice thick with amusement.
Middle of something? Oh, I’ll show you the middle of something.
“All right, then. I won't take any more of your time. Wouldn’t want to disturb anything important,” Ramon added.
“Oh, trust me…” Hades leaned back just a little, his knee brushing against my chest, making me jerk in surprise. “…this is very important.”
I clenched my jaw, praying the janitor didn’t notice the slight rustling beneath the desk.
“Well, I’ll come back later then,” Ramon said, already sounding like he was heading for the door.
“Take your time,” Hades replied, his voice far too chipper.
As soon as the door clicked shut, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and glared up toward where I assumed Hades’s smug face was.
“That wasn’t funny,” I hissed under my breath.
“That was hilarious,” he corrected, leaning down to peek under the desk with a maddeningly boyish grin on his face. “You should’ve seen your face.”
I rolled my eyes, crawling out from under the desk and brushing off my skirt. “Next time the janitor walks in, I hope he catches you hiding someone under your table.”
He stood up and offered a hand to help me, clearly unbothered. “If he does, I’ll just say I was cleaning my office in a very… hands-on way.”
I groaned. “You're impossible.”
I reached for his hand, trying to lift myself up from beneath the desk, my cheeks still burning from everything that just happened. But before I could even straighten my spine, a sharp knock echoed from the door.
My heart stopped. Instinct took over—I immediately ducked back under the desk, barely making a sound as I crawled into the tight space between his legs once more. Hades blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard. He had only just started to rise from his chair when the door handle turned.
“Wait—” he tried to call out, but it was too late.
The door swung open with a click.
“Mr. Grant, the visitors from Anderson Group are here,” his secretary announced politely, stepping inside. “They’re here for the proposal presentation. It’s on your schedule for this afternoon.”
I froze. Every inch of my body tensed as I clung to the desk’s underside, barely breathing. My face was practically pressed against his thigh, and the scent of his cologne was now overwhelming.
Hades cleared his throat and smoothly sat back down in his chair like nothing was out of the ordinary. I followed the motion of his body, which unfortunately meant I ended up right back between his legs.
“Right,” he said calmly. “Thanks, Melissa. Send them in.”
“Of course, sir.” She gave a brief nod and exited without question, closing the door behind her.
My eyes widened in panic as I heard their footsteps coming inside his office. Is he seriously going to keep me under his table throughout his meeting? Is he insane? 
His lips curved into a dangerous smirk, clearly enjoying this more than he should. 
He did this on purpose! I shouted at my head. 
“Gentlemen, shall we proceed?” Hades said smoothly, his voice deep and composed as he leaned back in his chair like nothing unusual was happening beneath his desk.
I glared up at him from my humiliating position under the table, barely able to breathe without brushing against his thighs. My heart was pounding in my chest, both from embarrassment and frustration.
With as much stealth as I could manage, I pulled my phone out from my pocket and quickly typed a message.
You're not planning to keep me hidden here until you finish your meeting, are you?
I hit send and waited, watching as his phone lit up on the desk above me. The faint ding of the message made my breath hitch, and I could see the quick flicker of his gaze toward the screen.
But he didn’t even reach for it.
Instead, a slow, wicked smile curled on his lips—infuriatingly smug—and then he turned his attention back to the men seated across from him, deliberately ignoring me.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I narrowed my eyes and balled my hand into a fist. If he wanted to pretend I wasn’t here, fine. Two could play that game.
With zero hesitation, I reached out and pinched the side of his thigh—hard.
I expected a jolt, maybe a hiss of pain, or even a sharp glare down in my direction. But Hades didn’t flinch. He didn’t even twitch.
He simply let out a low, thoughtful hum and leaned forward slightly, placing his elbows on the table. “That’s an interesting point, Mr. Darrow,” he said, nodding along as one of the Anderson Group reps droned on about budget adjustments. “But I think we both know that projected numbers don’t always translate to practical execution.”
His voice remained calm. Steady. Professional.
But I didn’t miss the subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Oh, he felt it. He was just too damn good at pretending he didn’t.
My eyes narrowed further, and I crossed my arms, fuming silently in the shadows.
Above me, he casually adjusted the fold of his suit jacket and glanced down—only for the briefest second—but it was enough. His eyes locked with mine. There was amusement in them. And warning.
As if to say, Behave. Or else.
But I was way past the point of behaving.
To get his full attention, I came up with some wicked plan. I smirked before I slowly adjusted myself closer to him. I heard him clear his throat as soon as he felt my movement. 
It's working. I smiled triumphantly as I continued with my plan. I gently unbuttoned his pants, making it as quiet as possible. 
Hades cleared his throat once again as he gently made a movement as if warning me to stop. But I didn't. I continue to unbutton his pants and unzip him before pulling his huge member out. 
And without a warning, I slowly put his whole thing inside my mouth and started licking and sucking it like an ice cream. I heard his deep breathing followed by a loud bang on the table. 
"Are you alright, Mr. Grant?" one of the visitors asked.
He inhaled deeply, forcing composure back into his voice. "I'm fine," he replied, each word slightly strained. "Please, go on."
As the man presenting continued with his proposal, my mouth continued to move up and down on his member. I felt satisfied when I slowly saw him losing his composure.
It didn't take long before I heard him slam the table. It made me stop, thinking I pushed his button too hard. 
“Gentlemen, I’m afraid we’ll have to reschedule this meeting,” Hades announced, sitting stiffly in his chair, his voice composed but strained. “I seem to have encountered a… hard problem.” His lips quirked slightly at the subtle emphasis, though only I knew exactly what kind of problem he meant.
There was a brief pause, followed by a polite chuckle from one of the older gentlemen across the table, likely assuming Hades meant a scheduling conflict.
“That’s perfectly fine, Mr. Grant,” the man said with a nod. “Our presentation’s just about finished anyway. We can forward a digital copy to your email so you can review it at your own convenience.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Hades replied smoothly, though his fingers gripped the armrest a bit tighter than necessary. “My secretary will collect all your details and see to it that the follow-up is scheduled accordingly.”
“Thank you again, Mr. Grant, for the opportunity,” the other representative said, rising from his seat.
Hades nodded in return, maintaining his professional facade even as tension radiated from him in waves. “The pleasure is mine. I’ll be in touch.”
As they all began to file out, polite goodbyes were exchanged, and the office door finally closed behind them.
The moment it clicked shut, Hades exhaled sharply, leaning back against the leather chair with a heavy sigh. His hands disappeared beneath the desk, finding me instantly as he muttered in a low, gravelly voice, “You are playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Grant.” He then pulled me up before spinning me around and making me lean against his table with my back facing him. 
He slowly started lifting my skirt up before pulling my panties down. "Spread your legs, Mrs. Grant," he ordered me, which I willingly obliged. 
He positioned his thighs in between my legs before pulling my waist closer to him until I found myself sitting on his lap. 
A loud moan escaped my lips as soon as I felt his hard member knocking at my entrance. As I slowly lowered myself, his hard shaft was slowly invading my core. I felt his hard and thick cock filling every inch of my insides. 
With one swift move, he pulled my hips hard, slamming me against his erect member. I felt his cock hitting the deepest part of my femininity. Without a warning, he started guiding my hips as I moved up and down his hard member. He was slamming my hips against his so hard that I could feel himstretching me widely up to my limit. 
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice husky. “So perfect. So mine.”
I shuddered, not from the cold—there was nothing cold in that office anymore—but from the way his words wrapped around my spine like a promise I wasn’t sure I was ready to unpack. My hand leaned against the table, looking for something to hold onto, trying to steady the storm brewing inside me.
“Hades…” I breathed.
He grabbed both of my arms, then pulled me tightly. I arched my back and turned my head on the side in my attempt to see his face. “Say it again," he whispered against my ear as he leaned closer.
His voice was a low command, and I couldn’t help but obey. “Hades.”
Something in him snapped. His pace increased, and his moans grew louder, deeper—raw. The room was once again filled with nothing but the symphony of our shared desire, a chorus of gasps and whispered names tangled in the air like smoke.
We were two people, dancing to the rhythm of our passion. Each movement sent us spiraling further, chasing a high we both knew would leave us changed.
And then, everything shattered.
A final thrust. A broken gasp. A long, trembling moan.
I collapsed against his chest, breathless and spent, his arms wrapping tightly around me like he never wanted to let go. Our hearts thundered against each other, beating in sync, loud and chaotic.
His hand came up to brush a few strands of hair from my face, and he kissed my forehead softly. It was gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the wildness from just moments ago.
"You drive me insane," he whispered, voice still hoarse with want but softer now. Calmer.
But if I’m being honest, I’m the one losing my mind. Somehow, I’ve started falling for the man I never meant to love—my husband only by name.
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