She arose from her desk, buttoned the middle button on her gray suit and wandered to the window to look out over the city, smiling to herself. Being CEO of one of the largest corporations in LA gave her extreme power. But, of course, that power didn't come without sacrifices. No friends, no children or husband, and only business associates that asked how high, when she said jump. She ran the company aggressively and demanded perfection from those around her.
The buzzer on her desk interrupted her thoughts "Ms Baker, your three-o-clock is here." "Send him in" she replied, "and hold my calls until I tell you otherwise."
The door opened and closed, and she looked up to see a man standing across her office looking straight at her. "The service out did themselves this time" she said, looking straight back into his dark eyes. He wore a loose fitting two piece suit, a white shirt, and short dark hair. His expression was as fixed as hers, and he approached her behind her desk without saying a word. He stopped within a couple feet of were she was standing, and again without a word, tossed his jacket on her empty chair. She watched silently as he unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and let his trousers drop to the floor. She fought taking a deep breath as he slipped off his boxers and walked closer.
He reached out and lightly traced his fingers down her face. As she tilted her head to the side and sighed, he slipped his hand behind her head and roughly pulled her mouth to hers, shoving his tongue deeply into her mouth. She felt her legs grow week as aggressively kissed her, virtually fucking her mouth with his tongue. She moaned as his tongue probed and slithered in her mouth, his hands peeling the jacket off her and tossing it to the floor.
