Inside Evidence’s office, the air stayed thick with desire. The woman kept her lips on his left nipple. She sucked softly. Her hands stayed busy. One hand massaged the right side of his chest. She pressed and rubbed in slow circles. The other hand moved lower. It slid toward his groin with care.

Evidence could not wait any longer. He grabbed her waist. He lifted her and laid her on the floor. The carpet felt soft under her back.

Both closed their eyes. His hands moved over her skin. He touched every curve. A deep kiss followed. The kiss burned with hunger. She moaned loudly. Pleasure filled her voice. She wanted to touch him the same way. But he had not given permission. Her hands stayed still.

“You can enjoy the moment,” he said.

Those words opened a door. Need rushed through her body. She had to have him inside her. Her hands came alive. She caressed his arms, his back, his chest. Every touch carried fire. She was lost in want. Evidence knew exactly what to do. He was a master in bed. One touch and women melted. He never grew tired. He lasted long. That was why married women left their homes. They came to work for him. They came for this.

Minutes passed. Their lips stayed locked. His hand found her left breast. He squeezed the nipple gently. She moaned louder. The sound filled the room. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her now.

His soft touch broke her control. She let the pleasure out in cries.

No wonder every woman dreamed of him.

He finished with the left side. He moved to the right. His fingers rolled the nipple. His mouth joined in. His tongue circled slow. She saw bright stars behind her eyes.

Then he told her what to do. He wanted certain moves on his body. She obeyed fast. She shifted her hips the way he liked. He kissed her again. This kiss carried even more heat. After the kiss, he returned to her breasts. He licked them like a hungry man. He sucked and pulled. He acted as if he had waited years for this taste.

A short time later, he felt satisfied with her chest. His hands traveled again. He caressed her whole body. He pressed as if squeezing sweet juice from fruit. His palms moved to her thighs. He touched light and slow. He searched for the perfect spot.

Ten seconds passed. He found it.

“Oh, here it is,” he said.

He played with her clitoris like a child with a favorite toy. His fingers danced. Up and down. Round and round. She tightened her hold on him. She never wanted him to stop.

She cried out. “Arrrh… Arrrh… Please… Don’t… stop…”

Her voice shook with joy.

His other hand stayed on one breast. He massaged gently. His lips returned to hers. She kissed back with all her strength.

Moments later, his mouth left hers. It traveled down. He reached her lower parts. He tasted her fully. She screamed in delight. The sound echoed off the walls. She did not care who heard. The workers downstairs stayed busy. The guards would never dare peek. Her grip on him grew tight. She held him like she would never let go.

“I am about to jump in,” he said.

She gave no words. Her body answered. Her legs opened wider. Her eyes begged. I have waited too long.

Seconds later, he entered her. She cried out loud. Pleasure filled her eyes. Minutes flew by. They moved together. Faster. Harder. At last, they both reached the peak. Waves of joy crashed over them.

“Go and clean yourself,” he said.

She stood on weak legs. She walked to the small restroom inside the office. Warm water ran. She washed fast. She put her clothes back on. Sky-blue T-shirt. Short skirt. She looked in the mirror. Her face glowed.

She stepped out. He pointed to the door. “I still have your account number.”

She understood. Extra money would come later. She left without a word. The door closed soft behind her.

Evidence walked to the restroom. He cleaned himself. Water splashed. He fixed his singlet. His trousers. His belt. He stepped out. His phone rang at once.

“Hello, boss,” a rough voice said. “Mr. Deon is drawing the battle line. We should deal with him now.”

“What is the issue? What did he do?”

“On the way to deliver the goods, he stopped us. He brought a few men. He tried to take everything.”

“Where is he now?”

“He left when I said I would tell you.”

“Have you reached the orphanage yet?”

“Almost there, boss. We will deliver soon.”

“Good. Keep going. I will handle Deon.”

He ended the call. He pressed another number.

“Where is the clip?” he asked.

“Safe place, boss. Locked tight.”

“No one touches it. I will need it soon.”

“No problem, boss.”

The line went dead.

Evidence sat in his large chair. He looked at the door. His eyes burned like fire.

A new call came.

“Hello, sir,” the receptionist said. “A lady named Rose is here for a job interview.”

“Let her in.”

He put the phone down. He waited.