Isabella Voss spent the rest of the day in a haze of conflicting emotions. Every time she shifted in her chair, she felt the lingering sensitivity between her legs from Sophia’s eager fingers and tongue earlier. The locked office, the risk of discovery, and the way Sophia had taken control had left her shaken and strangely exhilarated. She went through three more meetings, her voice steady and commanding, but her mind kept drifting to the text she had sent Kai.
By the time evening arrived, she was aching for release.
Kai’s reply had been simple and direct: *Come to my place by 9 PM. Wear nothing underneath like always.*
She followed his instruction exactly. The black trench coat felt dangerously thin against her bare skin as her driver dropped her off at his building. When Kai opened t
