The boardroom at the top of Warde International glowed with the deep orange of the setting sun. Shadows stretched across the polished glass table, and silence reigned—except for the soft, precise tapping of one manicured nail. Jaz Warde stood at the head of the table, a vision in black: sharply tailored, motionless, unreadable.

The door creaked open.

Alice slipped inside with all the grace and confidence of a woman who knew she was breaking rules. Her black pencil skirt hugged every curve, crimson silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to tempt. Her heels clicked slowly across the floor, one foot placed in front of the other like she was walking a runway.

“You’re late,” Jaz said without turning.

Alice smiled, not bothering to quicken her pace. “You always say that like it’s a problem.”

Jaz turned then. Their eyes met.

Alice’s heart gave a delicious little flutter she didn’t show. Jaz’s gaze was sharp enough to cut silk—unblinking, assessing, heated. The woman was all steel and shadow, beautiful in that way danger always is. Her dark hair was swept back, her expression cool. Controlled.

Jaz took a single step forward. “You’re playing games.”

Alice stopped near the edge of the table, leaning slightly against it. “You came to play.”

Another step.

“You’re sure you can handle what you’re teasing?”

Alice raised her brows, eyes flicking down Jaz’s body and back up. “I think you want to find out.”

A pause. Jaz was close now—close enough to touch, though she hadn’t. Yet.

Then she leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Alice’s ear. “Tell me to stop.”

Alice’s breath caught.

“Tell me to leave. That I scare you.”

Silence.

Alice turned her head slightly. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Jaz smiled then—a dangerous, knowing curve. “Good.”

⸻

The first kiss was slow and deliberate, full of restrained hunger. Jaz grabbed Alice’s chin and pulled her into it, testing her, tasting her. Alice kissed back harder, one hand sliding into Jaz’s hair, the other tugging her closer by the waist of her slacks. Jaz’s control cracked—just enough.

She spun Alice around and lifted her onto the table in a fluid, powerful motion.

“You don’t wear underwear to meetings now?” Jaz said, her voice a growl.

Alice smirked, breath hot. “Only when I don’t want them getting in the way.”

Jaz’s hand slid up her thigh, finding her soaked already. She didn’t hide the way she liked it—fingers slipping through the slick heat, teasing the soft, swollen edges.

“So wet,” she murmured. “For me?”

Alice’s eyes fluttered closed, lips parted on a soft gasp. Jaz moved her hand again—slow, deliberate—drawing a slick path up and around the throbbing bundle of nerves that was begging for contact. Alice whimpered, hips tilting forward.

Jaz smirked. “So desperate already?”

Without waiting for a reply, she dropped to her knees between Alice’s legs.

She spread Alice open, gripping her thighs and pressing her tongue flat against her, licking a long, deliberate stripe from bottom to top. Alice moaned aloud, the sound echoing in the boardroom. Jaz did it again, slower—savoring the taste of her, the soft glide of her tongue over swollen, soaking flesh.

Then she latched on to her clit—sucking gently, tongue flicking in tight circles. Her fingers returned, sliding inside with a slick, obscene sound, curling and pumping until Alice was arching off the table.

“Jaz—fuck—don’t stop—”

Jaz didn’t. She moaned against her—low, hungry, vibrating heat straight into Alice’s core. Her rhythm was merciless now—tongue flicking, fingers stroking, palm grinding against her with perfect pressure. Alice’s hands clawed at the table, eyes squeezed shut.

She shattered.

The orgasm crashed over her in waves, hard and hot and wet, hips bucking, thighs shaking. Jaz held her down, never letting up, drawing out every tremor, every raw cry.

Alice’s thighs were trembling as Jaz stood, lips glistening, her fingers still coated in arousal. She leaned in and kissed her—deep, tongue claiming, letting Alice taste herself.

“I’m not finished with you,” Jaz whispered.

She spun Alice around and bent her over the table.

One knee pushed her legs apart. A firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her pinned. Jaz dragged her fingers down the line of Alice’s spine, then cupped her again—hot, wet, swollen.

She spread her open and guided her fingers back inside—slower now, deeper. Her thumb circled Alice’s clit, her other hand sliding around her front to tug the blouse open, baring her breast. She pinched the nipple, rolling it between her fingers until it peaked beneath her touch.

“You’re going to come again,” she growled into her ear. “Right here. While I fuck you.”

Jaz’s fingers moved harder—wet slaps echoing in the room as Alice cried out, face flush against the glass. Her own reflection stared back at her, undone, lips parted, moaning.

Jaz gripped her tighter. “Louder.”

Alice did. She cried her name, breathless, wrecked, shuddering around her fingers again, thighs slick, the table smeared with sweat and need.

Jaz pulled her close, mouth at her neck.

“I want to ruin you,” she whispered. “And then do it all over again.”

Later – Jaz’s Penthouse

Alice lay against smooth sheets, skin still humming, thighs sticky with heat and sweat. Jaz stood by the window, naked but for her chain necklace, the city’s lights wrapping her in shadow and silver.

Alice rose, crossing the room, pressing her chest to Jaz’s back, arms around her waist.

“You always fuck like that?” she whispered.

Jaz turned in her arms, voice low. “Only when I want someone.”

Alice pulled her into a kiss—slow, lazy, tasting of afterglow.

“Then don’t stop.”

Jaz smiled. “I wasn’t planning to.”

Morning After

Sunlight filtered gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jaz’s penthouse, casting warm golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The city below was waking up slowly, but here, in the quiet bedroom, time felt suspended.

Alice lay tangled against Jaz’s side, their bodies still warm from the night’s fire. Jaz’s arm curled protectively around her waist, fingertips tracing idle patterns on the smooth skin of Alice’s hip.

Alice’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Jaz’s sleepy gaze. For a moment, there was no need for words—just the soft rhythm of their breathing, the steady thump of two hearts close enough to feel.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” Alice murmured, voice husky but tender.

Jaz’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “Careful,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair from Alice’s forehead. “You might make it hard to go back to the boardroom.”

Alice chuckled softly, nestling closer. “I don’t want to go back. Not yet.”

Their fingers entwined, tracing lazy circles that promised the heat could return whenever they wished.

But even in this softer moment, the fire between them still burned—smoldering beneath gentle touches, ready to flare at a glance.

Jaz pressed a lingering kiss to Alice’s temple. “We’re just getting started.”

Alice smiled, eyes shining with a mix of desire and something tenderer. “Then let’s not waste a second.”