Lance
I watched Eliona’s ass sway in that tight pencil skirt as we stepped into my private penthouse elevator. The 60th floor to the top-floor residence took less than thirty seconds, but I was already hard again. My c*m was still inside her from the boardroom, and I intended to add more before the day was over.
The doors opened directly into my sky-high sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling glass, black marble, and a sprawling view of Ravenport that most men would kill for. This was where the billionaire lived. The other half of me — the President — stayed at the clubhouse.
“Strip,” I ordered the second the elevator doors closed behind us.
Eliona’s cheeks flushed, but she obeyed. Blouse, skirt, bra, and panties hit the floor one by one until she stood completely naked in the middle of my livin
