The office floor was silent except for the low hum of the cleaning crew far down the hall. David sat behind his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up over his forearms. His secretary, Mia, stood across from him in her tight skirt and blouse, the top three buttons undone after their long day finishing the quarterly reports.
“You stayed late again,” David said, voice low and commanding. He leaned back in his leather chair, eyes raking over her curves. “Close the door.”
Mia turned the lock with a soft click. Her n*****s were already hard against her blouse. “You know I can’t say no to you, Mr. Reynolds.”
He smirked, crooking a finger. “Come here. Now.”
She walked around the desk, hips swaying. David spun his chair and pulled her between his spread thighs. His hands slid up her skirt immed
