Sophia Assists Morning Business

Sophia Leone walked into his office and shut the glass door behind her. The morning calls could wait. She unbuttoned her blouse, let the dark fabric fall open, and slid to her knees. No hesitation. Just the soft sound of her zipper as his pants opened, the faint click of the door latch, and the quiet breath that escaped him when her mouth found him. Sunlight cut across the polished floor and the city moved beyond the glass, but the only thing that mattered was the heat of her tongue and the tight, steady pull of her lips around him. She took him deeper, slow at first, then faster, until the wet sounds filled the room. When he was close, she looked up, opened her mouth, and let him finish on her face—warm streaks across her cheek and lips, glistening in the morning light. She stayed there a moment, breathing, mouth parted, the taste still on her tongue.