After about fifteen minutes of breathless silence within the confines of my new executive suite, the heavy door creaked open just enough for a flushed and disheveled Rebecca to slip out. She was holding her hand over her mouth, her eyes darting nervously down the hallway as she made a strategic beeline for the sanctuary of the restroom. I watched her through the frosted glass of my office partition, feeling a profound sense of masculine triumph. I leaned back into the plush leather of my high-backed chair, propping my polished shoes up on the mahogany desk—a gesture of ownership I would never have dared during my days as a lowly stay at home husband. I struck a match and lit a cigarette, the rich scent of tobacco mingling with the lingering, musky aroma of our recent encounter.
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