The rest of the workday dragged on for Madison, her mind a whirlwind of lingering sensations from the affairs in the bathroom earlier. Every time she shifted in her chair, she felt the ghost of Bentley's tongue on her pussylips, the ache between her legs was constant . She stole glances at him across the office, his tall, muscular frame commanding the room as he barked orders into his phone, but his eyes always found hers. By the time the clock hit five, her nerves were frayed, anticipation twisting with the jealousy that still simmered from Adrienne's interference.
As the office emptied, Bentley appeared at her desk, his presence looming like a shadow she craved. 'Madison,' he said, his voice low and authoritative, leaning against the edge so close she could smell his cologne mixed with
