Screwing my co-worker

James knows better than to mix business with pleasure. Sophie too. Yet the second the door closes, those rules go out the window. Her blouse comes undone first, buttons slipping free under his fingers. Her skirt rides up fast, stockings snapping against bare skin. She sinks to her knees on the carpet, takes him in her mouth without a word, lips sliding down until her nose brushes his stomach. When he pulls her up and bends her over the desk, the contracts scatter, forgotten. He fucks her hard from behind, hips slapping skin, until he pulls out and paints her face in thick, hot streaks that drip down her chin onto the collar of her open blouse.