Count.

"One," she groaned.

The second one was more intense, leaving a burning sensation on her skin.

"Two."

By the time she reached five, her legs started to tremble. At ten, hot tears were rolling down her face, mixing with the red lipstick he was so fond of.

"See what you do to me," he growled, guiding her hand to feel his arousal through the fabric of his trousers. "All your doing."

The sound of the zipper being unzipped seemed to echo in the silence of the office. When he finally ...