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Facing the panoramic view of the city below from the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, a suited man stood proud and tall, one hand fisting the back of the blonde's hair kneeling before him, bobbing back and forth on his length. He chased the orgasm, thrusting his hips as he stared down at his secretary. Yet, he did not see the woman who worked alongside him, in her place was Nova.
His thoughts ran wild as he imagined her kneeling and pleasing him like this, his head fell back, eyes clenching shut as slurping sounds filled the dark office. Glittering lights of the urban jungle beyond danced across the polished marble floor, catching on the sharp edges of obsidian furniture and the faint shimmer of whiskey in a half-finished glass. A single lamp on his sleek black desk behind him cast a warm, amber glow but nothing else.
