The office bathroom was tiny, just a sink and mirror. I splashed water on my face, fixed my lipstick….smeared from his mouth and tugged my skirt down. No mirror for the back, but I felt the handprints on my ass, tender when I prodded. My p***y throbbed, sore in the best way, clit pulsing with aftershocks. I adjusted my blouse, buttons askew, and stepped out.
Dante waited by the door, tie straightened, looking every bit the professional IT guy. He handed me a water bottle. “Hydrate. You'll need it.”
We slipped back into the hallway, footsteps echoing softly. The floor was starting to get full…phones ringing, keyboards clacking but no one glanced our way. My cubicle was across the open space, and I sank into my chair, booting up my computer. Emails blurred on the screen but all I could foc
