SOPHIA'S POV.
The next meeting started less than thirty minutes later. I was already back under Damien’s desk before the board members even arrived, my knees pressed into the carpet, my short skirt bunched around my waist, and the plug still vibrating steadily inside my ass.
My mouth was full of his thick c**k again. I had barely had time to wipe the spit and tears from my face before he pulled me back down and told me to keep him warm. The taste of him was everywhere, salty and masculine, and my jaw already ached from the first session, but I sucked him slowly and carefully as the door opened and the familiar voices filled the room above me.
Richard Harlan’s voice hit me first. He greeted Damien with that same smooth tone, but I could hear the slight edge of curiosity in it. I knew he
