PROLOGUE

“I—Ingrid?!” Noah exclaimed in shock when he saw the temporary replacement for his executive assistant—who was currently on vacation—walk into his office.

He dropped the Parker fountain pen he was holding on the table as the woman walked toward him. Three upper buttons of her white blouse were undone, revealing a rich, deep cleavage. And, wait, where the hll was her bra? He could see her ample brasts through the thin fabric of her dress. The rounded globes with perky tips instantly made his throat dry and his gr*in ache.

Trouble.

Noah swallowed hard when Ingrid finally got close to him. His eyes nearly bulged when she lifted her plum-colored pencil skirt. Her long, shapely legs looked very hot in those thigh-high black stockings.

“W-w-what are you doing?” he asked nervously when she suddenly straddled his lap.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Ingrid replied with a lopsided smile, her eyes clouded with desire as she looked at him. She reached for the clip holding her hair in a ponytail and undid it. Then she shook her head wildly, letting her long hair dance in the air. “I want you to f*ck me, Sir Noah.”

“W-what?!”

Ingrid started grinding. The area between his legs also began to swell. He was being aroused, yes. But what was happening to his assistant? She was not the kind of woman who would suddenly give her body to him.

“Miss Delgado, are... Are you drunk?” Noah asked in a panic.

The woman laughed. Such a loud, flirty laugh that drove him more licentious.

“Here, taste my mouth if there’s any trace of alcohol in it,” she replied, then brought her face closer to his.

It seemed like Noah’s surroundings suddenly spun when Ingrid stuck out her tongue and sensually ran it from his chin up to his mouth. After licking his lips, her tongue slid in between his teeth. He moaned as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. She still hasn’t stopped grinding. His restraint is at an extreme danger level.

Noah’s hands moved on their own, and then he tore off the blouse of the woman who was warming his body. He stopped breathing when his palms felt the warm, bare skin of her br*asts.

Ingrid pulled her mouth away from his, panting. “Sck my npples,” she pleaded with him. “S*ck them hard ’til they’re sore.”

Who was he to say no?

“Ooooh!” Ingrid moaned, arching her back as he alternately scked on the hardened tips of her brasts.

His fingers tangled in her thick hair as one of his hands touched her wmanhood. She wasn’t wearing any panties. His fingers were instantly soaked upon contact with her swollen lbia.

“I removed my underwear before coming in here,” she whispered, her breath ragged.

“Why are you doing this?” he managed to ask before thumbing her cltoris. Ah, she felt so warm, wet, and plump. This woman was really eager to be fcked.

She twitched and trembled slightly from the sensation. “I told you, Sir. I want you to f*ck me.”

“Why?”

“Oooh, yes!” she moaned when he slid his middle finger inside her.

Damn, she was so tight! He can no longer be satisfied with just his finger getting in here. Now, he wanted his cck to drill her pssy.

“Tell me why, Miss Delgado,” Noah commanded, adding another digit into her depth.

“Do I have to answer that stupid question—Aaaah!” She closed her eyes tightly as he moved his fingers back and forth on her intimate area. “This. This is exactly why, Sir. I want to taste you. I want you to please me most hotly. And, please, don’t just fck me with your finger. I want—Oooooh! I want your cck. I want your big cck ramming me deep and hard, fcking me like I’m a sx-starved slt. Just... ugh! Just f*ck my brains out, will you?!”

Since when did this timid woman learn to talk dirty?

Whatever. He has no ability to refuse right now. Which was weird because he was not the type of guy who was easily swayed to have casual s*x. He doesn’t easily give in to the advances of women. But, this time, all the pores of his body were screaming only one thing at him...

F*CK HER. HARD. NOW.

And he did. Noah didn’t even notice when his lower garments were removed. Ingrid slammed herself down on his raging d*ck, filling her to the hilt. They both moaned loudly as their bodies connected.

“Aaah, you feel so good, Ingrid,” he grunted.

“Your c*ck is sooo big... Ooooh! So good!”

Noah began to thrust upwards, spearing her v*gina while he held her little waist. They both moaned loudly as their bodies connected. She met each of his thrusts, matching his rough movements. The entire office was filled with the noise of their violent moans and clashes.

Until another sound mixed in with the noise of their desire. The intercom buzzer on his desk. Noah was about to ignore it when he heard a familiar voice from it.

“Sir Noah?”

“I—Ingrid? ” he mumbled.

He looked at the woman riding his member. Her pretty, angelic face was distorted erotically while she was rocking with him. Her t*ts jiggled wildly as they moved faster together.

“Aah... Aah... Aah... I’m getting close. Oh, my God!” She is already sweating, and her breathing is becoming rapid. “I want you to cme with me, Sir. I want you to flood my pssy with your c*m!”

Noah heard the voice again from the intercom integrated into the IP phone system. “Sir, are you there?”

Now, he was being confused.

When Noah looked at the display monitor of the IP phone, his eyes widened. It was Ingrid. But how—

“Sh*t!”

Sweaty and confused, Noah lifted his head from where it was resting on the table. Someone was speaking via intercom; that was the first thing he heard.

But wait. What the hll happened? A moment ago, he was in the middle of very hot sx. Where is her partner?

“Sir, do you have a minute?”

“I—Ingrid?”

Yes, he remembered vividly! He was having s*x with his executive assistant. Ingrid herself, riding him in her swivel chair!

Noah patted his forehead as he looked around the office. When he returned his eyes to the IP phone, everything completely sank in on him. It was all but a dream.