I hear the soft rustle of her robe opening behind me. The silicone toy brushes against the back of my thigh, and I instinctively spread my legs wider. Her hand strokes my back, tracing my spine down to my ass. Then, suddenly, she slaps me, making me jump.
"Stay still," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. Her fingertips trail between my legs, finding me slick and ready. I gasp when she slides two fingers inside me, my body clenching around her.
"Please," I breathe, pushing back against her hand. “Fuck me.”
Athena chuckles, a low sound that sends shivers across my skin. "So impatient." She withdraws her fingers slowly,making me whimper at the loss. Then I feel the toy pressing against my entrance, the smooth head parting me gently.
She pushes forward in one fluid motion, filling me completely. My fingers scramble for purchase on the desk as she grips my hips, setting a steady rhythm that has me biting my lip to keep from crying out.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
I don’t even have time to process the question because the toy starts to vibrate, taking away my ability to think. It feels so good that I don’t even know what to do with myself, and I moan loudly, my movements almost erratic as I push back against her.
The base from the club reverberates through the walls, masking my sounds of pleasure while Athena increases her pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, building toward something explosive. The vibrations must feel good to her too because she groans with each thrust and fucks me harder, almost like she’s losing control herself. Her nails dig into my hip with one hand while the other reaches around to circle my clit.
"This feels so good," she murmurs, her breath coming in short pants that match my own. "Let me hear you."
I abandon any attempt at restraint, letting my cries fill her office. I’m teetering on the edge, but I don’t want it to end.
"Athena," I gasp. "I'm so close."
"Come with me," she commands.
When the orgasm hits, it tears through me like lightning, my body clenching as waves of pleasure cascade outward. She doesn't stop, driving into me relentlessly, prolonging each pulse until I'm trembling, barely able to hold myself up.
"God, yes," she breathes. "That's it." Then she lets out a loud cry and I feel her shake against me.
My arms finally give out, and I collapse onto the desk, my cheek pressed against the surface as aftershocks ripple through me. Athena eases out slowly, then pulls out of me and lets out a long breath.
I turn just as she’s closing her robe. “No…” I pout dramatically. “I want to see you.”
“Next time.” Athena bites her lip and grins, looking pleased with herself. Her cheeks are flushed and sweat glistens on her forehead. The sight of her undoes me completely.
“Where on earth did you get that from?” I ask breathlessly, my eyes lowering to whatever is under her robe. “Because you certainly didn’t find it in my bedroom.”
Athena chuckles and brushes her lips against mine. “I asked my staff to get it from the club. Perks of having a nice collection of the finest sex toys in the world.” She runs a hand through my hair, cups my cheek and kisses me again. “I’d better head back before my mom and sister realize I’m gone.”
I push myself up slowly from the desk, my limbs still quivering from the intensity of my release. My body feels both weightless and heavy at once, as if I've been unmade and reassembled in the span of minutes. The afterglow pulses through me, warm and golden, leaving me dizzy with satisfaction.
"Well," I manage, smoothing my hair back in an attempt to tame it, "that was certainly worth the trip downstairs." I have no idea what I really look like right now, but I suspect I'm a complete disaster—the kind of dishevelment that screams exactly what I've been doing. The thought makes me smile rather than cringe. There's something liberatingabout wearing the evidence of pleasure so openly, about being thoroughly undone.
Athena's eyes sparkle with mischief as she adjusts her robe. "I'd say it was mutually beneficial." She turns and blows me a kiss over her shoulder. "Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams."
As the door closes behind her, I'm left leaning against the desk, wondering if my legs will ever regain enough strength to carry me back up the stairs.
FORTY-TWO
ATHENA
I close the front door with exquisite care, every muscle in my body focused on keeping the latch from clicking too loudly. Satisfaction hums through me, a pleasant warmth spreading from my core outward. Ruby's taste still lingers on my lips, and I can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth. Mission accomplished – and spectacularly so.
The hallway stretches before me, dimly lit and thankfully empty. If I can just make it upstairs quietly, this little midnight adventure will remain our delicious secret. I tighten my robe, hoping the strap-on is securely hidden as the shaft is poking against the fabric. Walking feels strange, the harness shifting against me with each step.
This has to be the most ridiculous predicament I've ever found myself in. If senior staff members could see me now, they'd probably die of shock. Or laughter. Definitely laughter.
I’m about to climb the staircase when I see movement and freeze in horror. There, on the landing, stands my mother.
Her hair is wrapped in pink foam curlers and she’swearing a floral nightgown. In her outstretched hand is a brass candlestick, clutched like a weapon. The overall effect would be comical if it weren't so terrifying – not because she looks threatening, but because she caught me.
