Marcus called at 6:12 while Adrian’s fingers were already buried inside me.
I was bent over the dining table, skirt rucked to my waist, panties kicked somewhere under the chair, the stack of partnership papers scattered beneath my palms and the heat of my cheek. The wood was cool against my breasts through the thin blouse. Adrian stood flush behind me, two thick fingers sunk deep, curling slow and deliberate, the pads dragging over the spot that made my thighs shake. His other hand held my phone to my ear, screen bright with Marcus’s name. Adrian’s mouth was open on the side of my neck, teeth grazing, breath hot.
“Answer it,” he said against my skin, voice low enough that only I could hear. “Tell him the contracts are almost done. And don’t come until I say. You make a sound he doesn’t e
