Lady Private Eye

She found him waiting. Calm, like he already knew how it would end. She slipped out of her coat and he watched her breasts rise and fall under the thin blouse. The air changed. She stepped in close, put his hand on her and let him feel how heavy they were, how warm. He pulled the fabric aside and took one nipple in his mouth while her fingers worked his belt. When his cock sprang free she dropped to her knees, took him in one smooth motion, and held there, throat relaxed, eyes steady. He groaned once and that was enough. She stood, turned, and bent over the desk, skirt already up. She reached back, spread herself, and guided him in. Tight, wet, and giving all at once. He drove deep. She pushed back to meet him. Every thrust landed with a wet sound and a soft grunt from her throat. He gripped her hips and she came first, legs shaking, then he followed, emptying inside her in short, hard pulses. They stayed joined a moment longer, breathing the same air. Rivalry settled.