The new intern's first late night came sooner than expected. Spreadsheets piled high on his desk, Asia merger data glaring red. Office emptied slowly, lights dimming automatically. He rubbed eyes burned from screens, stood to stretch. City twinkled below, indifferent.
Footsteps echoed. Heels are precise on marble.
He turned.
Isabella.
Dress black tonight, tight over curves that time had only sharpened. Hair loose now, waves brushing shoulders. Eyes grey storms.
"Still grinding." Not a question.
He swallowed. "Deadlines."
She leaned on his cubicle partition, perfume jasmine dark. "Conference room. Better focus."
He followed. Heart kicked. Private elevator again. Doors closed. She hit stop.
Silence thick.
She turned. Back to the wall. "You've been thinking."
"Yes."
"Good." Step closer. Hand on chest, push gently till the rail bit his back. "Kiss me properly this time."
He did. Lips crashed. Tongue hungry. She moaned softly, nails through her shirt. Hand lower, unzipped slowly. Stroked hard length.
"Always ready."
Groaned. Head back.
She dropped her knees. The mouth is hot and wet. Took a deep breath, eyes up watching. Throat worked. He came fast, an embarrassing spill down her chin.
She swallowed. Licked lips. Stood. Fixed him.
"Tomorrow. Penthouse. Key in your badge."
The elevator moved. The doors of the lobby are empty.
He floated home. Shower cold. Could not come again without her face.
Tuesday. Pattern deepened. Late calls. Elevator stops. Oral quick, her teaching control.
Wednesday. Penthouse first time.
The door opened directly. Candles flickered. Jazz low. She wore a silk red robe, a loose belt.
"Strip slow."
He did. Shaky.
She circled. Crop light trail over skin. "Kneel."
Dropped. Mouth on her, learning folds, clit circle slow. She gripped her hair, ground. Came flooding his tongue.
Then bed. She rode face-first, ass smothered. He licked the rim, fingers inside. She squirted again, thighs clamping.
Straddled cock. Sank slowly. Tight heat. Virgin no more, but first full with her.
Thrust up. She controlled pace, hip roll. Breasts heavy, nipples dark. He sucked one, milk? No, imagination.
Came inside. She milked every drop.
After, tender. Bath oils. She washed him gently.
"Victor's dinner on Friday. Behave."
Dinner mansion. Isabella's silver gown. Victor's hand was possessive. The new intern sat at a low table, Lila beside, in a red dress, pregnant, slightly, hand under the table, stroking his thigh.
Risky glances. Isabella's foot found his crotch.
Bathroom quickie with Lila, bent sink, fucked hard, quietly.
Isabella followed. Tasted Lila on him. Swallowed mixed.
Tapes rolled hidden.
Contract presented. Fifty k. Signed numb.
Allowance hit account. Bought nothing.
Nights penthouse. Experiments. Toys drawer. Plugs, vibes, straps.
She pegged him the first time, slow burn full.
He cried pretty.
Aftercare bath. "Mine."
Pregnancy real. Test positive.
She demanded termination.
He refused.
Fight.
She scheduled a secret.
He kidnapped the safe house.
Bound bed. Fucked persuasion.
Lila joined the secret.
Threesome cabin.
Victor found.
Shot missed.
Exile.
Marriage.
Children.
Empire.
Red light.
Archive.
Gestation.
Baptism.
And now.
New intern in elevator alone, key burning pocket.
Red light blinked corner camera.
He never noticed.
Cycle spun.
But this time, the voice whispered from the speaker softly.
"Welcome home."
He froze.
Doors opened penthouse.
Isabella waited naked, belly rounded, new pregnancy, eyes grey promise.
"Strip."
He did.
Loop tightened.
Scar tissue fresh.
Who breaks first?