The next day at the office felt electric. Mia could still feel Tyler’s c*m from last night every time she shifted in her chair. Her p***y was a little sore, but in the best way. She hated that she kept thinking about how hard he f****d her on the desk, how deep he went, how his thick c**k stretched her just right.
Tyler walked past her desk twice that morning without saying a word, but the look he gave her was pure heat mixed with that same annoying smirk. During the team meeting, they argued again about the campaign budget. Mia called his idea “lazy and predictable.” Tyler shot back that she was “too controlling and uptight.” Everyone else in the room just sighed, used to their constant fights.
By lunch time, the tension was too much. Mia’s body was aching for more even though her mind
