She shattered with a cry that echoed through the office, her body convulsing, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers. He worked her through it, prolonging the pleasure until she was gasping and trembling.
Only when the last aftershock faded did he withdraw his fingers and help her sit up.
"One," he said softly. "That's one. Now come with me."
He helped her off the desk, steadying her when her legs nearly gave out. Her skirt was still bunched at her waist, her top half completely bare. Debauched and beautiful.
He guided her through a door at the side of his office that led to his private lounge a space most people didn't even know existed. Luxurious and intimate, with a sitting area, a small kitchenette, and most importantly, a balcony that overlooked the city.
"Outside," he said, opening the balcony doors.
Aria's eyes widened. "Outside? But I'm not...I don't have...."
