Facing the panoramic view of the city below from the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, a suited man stood proud and tall, one hand fisting the back of his secretary's hair as she knelt before him, bobbing back and forth on his length. He chased the orgasm, thrusting his hips as he stared down at her flushed features and short blonde hair. Yet, he did not see the woman who worked for him; in her place was Nova.
His thoughts ran wild as he imagined her kneeling and pleasing him like this. His head fell back, eyes clenching shut as slurping sounds filled the dark office. Glittering lights of the urban jungle beyond danced across the polished marble floor, catching on the sharp edges of obsidian furniture and the faint shimmer of whiskey in a half-finished glass. A single lamp on the sleek black desk behind him cast a warm, amber glow, but nothing else.
