Barrier

He told himself to keep it professional. She walked into the room like rules were optional. One look set the tension. The other turned it into something they both pretended to resist. She opened her mouth and took him deep, throat tightening around every inch. Spit ran down her chin and she didn’t wipe it. When she bent over the desk her short skirt rode up on its own. He grabbed her hips and slid into her ass, slow at first, then harder. She pushed back. He drove in. Each thrust knocked the lawyer’s files to the floor and neither of them cared. The brunette took every stroke, moaning loud when he bottomed out. He pulled out just to watch her hole clench around nothing, then pushed back in, deeper. She looked over her shoulder with that same taunting smile she wore at every meeting, daring him to lose control. He did. They fucked like the case didn’t matter anymore—gritty, raw, her ass gripping him tighter each time he slapped against her. She came with her face pressed to the wood. He finished inside her, breathing hard, sweat on his collar. Afterward the files stayed scattered. Neither of them mentioned the barrier they just crossed.