I was still trembling, barely able to stand after the intense orgasms Kane had forced from my body. My p***y throbbed, leaking his warm c*m down my inner thighs as he pulled me off the desk.
But Kane wasn't finished.
He gripped my arm firmly and led me on shaky legs toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that overlooked the bustling office floor. With a quick tap on a hidden panel, he switched the glass to one-way mode. From the outside, it would look like a normal reflective window. From inside… we could see everything.
Dozens of people moved about their workday just feet away — lawyers carrying files, assistants rushing between desks, colleagues chatting near the coffee station. Any one of them could look toward Kane's office at any moment.
"Hands on the glass," Kane ordere
