“Show me your room,” I say as I step inside, closing the door behind me without taking in the rest of the apartment. Her smile falters for just a moment, but she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom.
“Before we go any further, I need to make one thing clear. I have a wife and kids. I have a family. This—” I gesture between us. “No matter what happens, it stays in this room. Nothing goes beyond these walls.”
“I know,” she replies calmly, her fingers moving toward the buttons of her blouse.
“Don’t.” My voice is firm.
I pull out my wallet and phone, unlock it, and hand it to her. “Put your number in.”
She hands it back, and I save the contact under Martin CFO.
“You’re not going to give me your number so I can have yours too?” she asks.
I don’t respond.
I set the phone on the nightstand, shrug off my jacket, and loosen my tie. “Kneel.”
Without hesitation, she lowers herself to her knees before me. I run my fingers across her lips, smudging the lipstick. Her tongue flicks against my thumb, and I pinch her lower lip between my fingers.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
She shakes her head.
“Use your words.”
“No...Sir.”
I take in every detail.
Her big, expressive green eyes, rapid breathing, a face overtaken by desire. “How old are you?” I ask suddenly.
She startles but answers, “Twenty-five. I’ll be twenty-six in November.”
I say nothing. I don’t think.
Slowly, I slide my thumb into her mouth and command, “Suck.”
She obeys. Her tongue moves in a way that makes it painfully clear what she wishes she were sucking instead. Mycock responds immediately. I pull my thumb free, already hard, already anticipating what comes next, and return to undressing.
“Stay right there,” I tell her. “Undress.”
She complies, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slip from her shoulders before peeling off her bra. It’s the first time I see her bare. Her breasts are full and rounded, dark areolas framing nipples already hard and inviting.
I take her in slowly, committing every detail to memory, aware of how badly I want my hands on her… and how much worse it makes waiting.
Her hand moves behind her back, and I hear the soft whine of her skirt’s zipper coming down.
I continue undressing, my gaze fixed on her. To my surprise, instead of standing, she lies back on the floor, sliding her skirt and panties down together. When they reach her ankles, she kicks them off with her feet.
Then she spreads her legs, parting her pussy with her fingers, showing me just how ready she is… how much she wants me. She arches her back, dragging her middle finger slowly up her slit.
“Bed. Now. Keep the heels on.”
I strip off my boxer briefs and tear open a condom with my teeth.
Maya is sprawled across the bed, open and waiting. The sight of her strips away what little restraint I had left. I climb over her, claim her mouth in a hungry kiss, my hands everywhere at once—and then I drive into her in a single, hard thrust.
For the next two hours, the room fills with dirty whispers in the dark.
