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Andrea jerked back abruptly, pulling off Henry with a wet pop that echoed in the tiny dark room. Her eyes were wide, lips glistening, chest heaving.“Henry…the speech!” she hissed, voice hoarse.Henry’s head was still tilted back against the door, eyes half-lidded, cock still throbbing hard and wet from her mouth. For a split second he looked like he might ignore the entire world, but the sound of the MC’s voice crackling through the overhead speakers snapped him back.“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage the man of the hour — Mr. Henry Moore!”The applause from the rooftop swelled, loud enough to carry down through the vents.“Shit,” Henry muttered, already yanking his boxers and slacks up with one hand while the other fumbled for the light switch. The single bulb flickered on, revealing the chaos: Andrea still on her knees, dress rumpled and hair messy; Henry half-dressed, shirt missing, belt hanging open.“Where the hell is my shirt?” he growled, spinning around in th

The black SUV purred through the quiet Chicago streets, city lights sliding across the windows like liquid gold. Henry’s hand rested on Andrea’s thigh, fingers tracing slow, absent circles that sent little sparks racing up her skin. In the back seat, Mindy and Marcus were still riding the high of their narrow escape, voices overlapping in easy laughter.Henry’s lips twitched, but his eyes stayed on the road. His thumb pressed a little firmer into Andrea’s thigh, sliding higher under the slit of her emerald dress until the heat of his palm branded her bare skin. Andrea shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together as the memory of the storage room kept burning–her mouth on him, the desperate edge in his voice, how close they had come to being caught.Henry’s voice cut through the back-seat chatter, low and decisive. “Alright. Who am I dropping first?”Mindy and Marcus answered at the exact same time.“Me!” Mindy exclaimed.“Me,” Marcus said, pointing at himself.They looked at each

One week had passed since the Summer Mixer, but the memory of that night still lingered in the air like expensive perfume — Eleanor’s cold stare, the rooftop lights, the stolen moments in the storage room. Andrea smoothed the front of her crisp white blouse as she stood at the head of the long glass conference table on the forty-seventh floor. The Hillcrest project presentation was hers to deliver, and every executive and senior analyst sat watching her.Henry occupied the seat at the very head of the table, the position of power. His dark suit was impeccable, tie knotted with precision, but his gaze was anything but professional. Those intense eyes were fixed on her, completely and unapologetically tracking every movement, every breath.Andrea cleared her throat and clicked to the next slide.“As you can see from the Q3 projections,” she began, voice steady at first, “the Hillcrest acquisition shows strong potential in the Midwest market. With the right cost optimizations, we could se

Andrea walked towards her desk opposite Henry’s office, her heart hammering so hard she was sure the entire floor could hear it. Her cheeks were still warm, lips tingling from Henry’s kiss, and the memory of Lindsay’s shocked face burned behind her eyes. She kept her head high and walked straight toward her desk, heels clicking sharply against the marble, but inside she was spiraling. “Lindsay saw everything. She saw me pressed against the table, Henry’s hands on me. She’s going to tell someone. Eleanor or probably the whole office again. Oh my God…my reputation is finished before it even started.” She had barely reached her cubicle when a firm hand caught her elbow and pulled her gently but insistently into the small alcove beside the copy room — a quiet, blind spot away from prying eyes. Henry. He turned her to face him, his expression calm on the surface but his eyes burning with something fiercer. “Lindsay won’t say anything,” he said, voice low and steady. “I made that very c

The penthouse was still dark when she woke up the next morning. She laid in the guest room bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, the echo of Henry’s words from the night before replaying in her head like a loop she couldn’t pause.I’m in love with you, Andie.Her chest tightened. Warmth flooded through her, followed immediately by the familiar, suffocating wave of fear. She could still feel the ghost of his hand on her cheek, the sincerity in his voice. But the fear was louder.What if I let myself fall again and he changes? What if his mother is right and I’m not enough for this world he lives in? What if I get hurt again the way Caleb hurt me?She sat up slowly, rubbing her face. Part of her wanted to walk down the hall,