Adrian glanced at the glowing message on his phone, then back at me.

He was still buried deep inside me, thick cock stretching me open, my bare breasts rising and falling with every uneven breath. The board wanted him sharp at 7:30 a.m. He clearly didn’t care.

“They can wait,” he muttered.

He pulled out only long enough to haul me off the desk. My torn blouse hung open, heavy breasts completely exposed. He walked me backward until my shoulders hit the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. The city glittered thirty-two floors below. He lifted one of my legs high against his hip and thrust back inside in one...