The afternoon had begun with routine.
Marcus sat behind his desk reviewing quarterly projections, his posture impeccable, his attention apparently devoted to spreadsheets and profit margins.
Vera knelt on the plush carpet between his feet, her presence concealed by the desk's substantial modesty panel, her mouth occupied with the task he'd assigned when she'd delivered his lunch.
"Stay," he'd commanded, his hand fisting in her hair. "I have calls… so you’ll remain."
She'd obeyed, settling into the cramped space beneath mahogany, her knees finding the pillow he'd placed there for exactly this purpose.
His trousers had been opened, his arousal springing heavy and demanding against her cheek. She'd taken him into her mouth slowly, her tongue tracing veins she'd memorized, her lips stre
