She did not wait for an invitation. She dropped to her knees right between his legs. James leaned back in his chair, giving in to the situation. He felt wanted, powerful, and fully in control.
She unbuckled his leather belt with practiced ease. "When are you going to leave her, James?" she asked, her voice provocative. "I am tired of waiting. I want us living together. I donot understand why you are still tied to a woman like Olivia. She is so painfully plain. Hiding that doughy body and those thick thighs in ugly aprons all day."
James reached down, his fingers tangling in her dark hair. "We need to take things carefully. If we rush, it could all go wrong."
He was not thinking about Olivia's feelings. He was thinking about his reputation. A messy divorce would complicate his bonuses and his standing with the senior partners. He needed to secure his assets, manage the narrative, and get out of the marriage while losing as little money as possible.
"You are too cautious," Amanda accused, stroking his cock. "Olivia is naive. She would never suspect anything. You could do this right in front of her face, and she would still try to find an innocent explanation."
James liked hearing that. It fed his ego. He felt vastly superior, knowing Olivia would never see who he truly was. Amanda was reckless, but her boldness represented everything he wanted right now: desire, constant validation, and the thrilling risk of owing nothing to anyone. Amanda leaned forward, taking him into her mouth with a wet slide. James groaned deep in his throat, his fingers twisting into her dark hair to hold her firm. The intimacy was brutal and selfish, a raw display of ownership that fed the darkest, most arrogant parts of him.
Two knocks hit the office door.
James ignored it. Amanda did not stop her movements, her mouth curving into a wicked smile against his skin.
A few seconds later, the brass handle turned. The door opened.
James reacted fast, shoving his chair flush against the desk edge. His heart kicked into a violent rhythm. The solid wood modesty panel covering the front of the desk shielded the space beneath it.
Olivia stood in the doorway.
James gripped the armrests, his knuckles turning white. He realized right away that the desk hid Amanda perfectly. He clung to that stroke of luck.
"Olivia," James said, forcing his voice to sound normal. At the exact same time, he dropped his right hand below the desk, pressing his palm firmly onto Amanda’s shoulder—a wordless warning for her to stay exactly where she was and make no sound.
"Sandra wasn't at her desk," Olivia explained, stepping just inside the room. She seemed a little surprised by his rigid posture, but she still tried to offer a bright smile. "Her computer showed you were out of meetings, so I just came in. I was nearby and thought I could pick you up for lunch."
The contrast was brutal. She stood there wearing a pretty floral dress and fresh lipstick, offering him affection, wanting to spend time with her husband. Meanwhile, he was hiding his mistress behind his desk.
James tried to keep his face neutral. He was caught between the sheer panic of being discovered, intense irritation that Olivia showed up without warning, and the twisted thrill of the danger. Amanda, hidden from view, took him deeper into her mouth, the suction almost making him moan aloud, testing his control and showing blatant disregard for his wife's presence.
"What are you doing here?" James asked. His tone came out colder, much harsher than it should have.
Olivia faltered, her smile fading. "I... I just wanted to have lunch with you."
For a brief second, James noticed the effort she made. He saw the hopeful expression he had been avoiding for months. But instead of remorse, he only felt a spike of urgent annoyance. He wanted her gone before everything fell apart.
"I need to make a quick call before leaving," he told her, his jaw tight. "Go ahead and get us a table at the restaurant on the fourth floor."
Olivia hesitated. Her brow furrowed. She took a step farther into the office, moving toward the front of the desk.
James stiffened, his pulse hammering against his ribs. "Go. Now."
His command cracked like a whip. It was too commanding, too aggressive. He forced himself to take a breath, trying to soften the delivery. "I just need to handle one call, Liv. We can talk properly at lunch."
Olivia frowned. Hurt and confusion flashed in her green eyes, but she agreed.
"Okay," she said, her voice small. She turned and walked out, pulling the door shut behind her.
As soon as the latch clicked, James remained perfectly still. He listened intently, tracking the sound of her heels moving away down the carpeted hallway. He needed to ensure she was not turning back.
Only then did he push his chair back and look down at Amanda.
Amanda wiped her mouth, looking deeply pleased by the risk. She showed zero remorse. She seemed highly amused, her dark eyes sparkling with the excitement of almost being caught.
"You are reckless," James muttered, adjusting his posture. "You did not even lock the door. We could have been caught."
Amanda offered a teasing smirk. "Maybe I have been a bad girl. What do you plan to do about it?"
