The doors slid shut, and there he was, alone, his tailored suit hugging his broad frame. "Working late again, Sophia?" His voice was smooth, laced with that authoritative edge that sent heat pooling between her thighs.
She met his gaze boldly, stepping closer. "Only if you are, sir." Her fingers brushed his tie, tugging lightly. The elevator hummed upward, but time seemed to freeze as he pinned her against the mirrored wall, his hand sliding up her thigh, under her skirt.
"You're playing with fire," he growled, his breath hot on her neck. But he didn't stop; instead, his fingers found the lace of her panties, pushing them aside to stroke her slick folds. Sophia gasped, arching into his touch, her nipples hardening against her blouse.
"Fuck me, then," she challenged, her voice a husky whisper. He spun her around, facing the mirror, yanking her skirt up to her waist. She watched their reflection as he freed his throbbing cock, thick and veined, pressing it against her ass.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her tight pussy to its limits. Sophia moaned, her hands splaying on the glass, fogging it with her breath. He pounded into her relentlessly, each slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the confined space. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur with ecstasy.
"Look at yourself," he commanded, forcing her to watch as he fucked her harder, his other hand pinching her clit. "See how you take it like a good little slut." The words ignited her, her body clenching around him, waves of pleasure building.
She came first, her orgasm ripping through her, juices dripping down her thighs. Vance followed, groaning as he filled her with hot spurts, his cock pulsing deep inside.
As the elevator dinged at the top floor, he pulled out, zipping up with a smirk. "My office, now. We're not done."
Sophia straightened her clothes, her body still trembling, eager for more of the forbidden night ahead.
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