Fiona pants, her mouth open and her eyes closed, as she and Kent finish in his office.
She’s straddling him in his chair, her black silk panties discarded on the floor.
Kent breathes hard too, on hand wrapped in her hair, the other pressed against her lower back. Slowly, she raises herself off of him, lowering her feet to the ground. She leans forward, her hands on the arms of the chair, pressing a kiss to his mouth.
“Thanks, baby,” she murmurs. “I always like a little afternoon treat.”
Kent doesn’t say anything, just pulls up his pants and buckles them as she stands and leans back against the desk.
“Oh,” Fiona says, looking casually at the security monitors still on his screen. “Lookie here,” she points a finger at the little rectangle that shows the door to Daniel’s room. “Look
