As she leaned back on her assistant’s office desk, her blouse fell open slightly, revealing her smooth chest and stunning cleavage.
He swallowed hard and squirmed in his chair. Was she out of her mind?
Her patent Manolo Blahnik dangled from the toe of her crossed leg, teasingly close to his now bulging groin.
Her smooth pantyhose, coating her legs like silken paint, glinted under the…
‘Under the what? The “cool glow of the office neons”?’
He sighed, then mashed the backspace key repeatedly, frustrated and aroused.