SOPHIA'S POV.
I stepped into the penthouse and the heavy door clicked shut behind me. My legs were still shaky from the long day at the office, from kneeling under Damien’s desk with his c**k in my mouth during two separate meetings while the board members sat just feet away.
The plug had been removed before I left the tower, but my p***y and ass still felt tender and used. I could feel the lingering wetness between my thighs as I walked toward the bedroom. The sheer black blouse stuck to my skin and my short skirt rode up with every step, reminding me constantly of how exposed I had been all day.
Damien was waiting in the living room, standing by the tall windows overlooking the city. He turned when he heard me and his eyes moved slowly over my body, taking in every detail of my dishev
