They locked eyes across the foyer. The lift arrived. They stepped in without a word. The doors shut. In moments his hand was under her skirt. She pushed into his trousers, grabbing his cock, hard, leaking. He yanked her knickers aside, fingers buried in her cunt. Wet. Clenching.

His thumb crushed her clit. She kept jerking him, rough, relentless. His hips snapped. Cum flooded his boxers, hot and thick over her fist. She came with a full-body jolt, cunt pulsing.

They straightened, breathless, rearranging clothes.

Ping.

Doors opened.

She licked her hand. “My office. Three.”

He swallowed hard. “Yes, boss.”