Weekend Submission.

Lena’s POV

The footsteps outside the conference room eventually faded away, but my heart kept racing long after the danger passed.

Mr. Kane had held me perfectly still on his cock, one hand still pinching my nipple hard enough to make tears sting my eyes while the other kept those two fingers buried deep in my ass.

When the silence finally returned, he had fucked me to a shattering finish right there against the glass, my breasts pressed to the cool window as the city sparkled below us.

I came so hard I nearly screamed his name. Now it was Saturday morning, and I found myself standing nervously...