The Penthouse
“I want to worship your sweet wet p***y with my hard cock.”
The message included visuals. Marcus sent me a picture of his erection—the mahogany length of his bulging c**k stretched out from the nest of tight black curls at the apex of his muscular thighs. I responded with the selfie I'd snapped this morning after putting on my red lace bra and matching panties. In the picture, I wasn’t wearing makeup and shower dampened tendrils of my straight black hair were clinging to my cheeks and the edge of my jaw.
He texted, "You're so damn sexy, baby.”
I replied, “Leaving office,” and retrieved my car keys from my bag. “Amanda. I'll be out for the rest of the day. See you on Monday.”
“Have a good weekend, Ms. Yè” Amanda, my secretary, waved as I passed.
Noontime traffic in the c
