Geto Suguru

There was only one reason Suguru liked work, apart from not seeing his wife.

He got to see you instead.

He had installed blinds around his office for one very specific reason, one he was taking full advantage of that evening. His employees had already started going home, and where one would normally see you at your desk outside of his office, you were instead at his.

Suguru was greedy for you. You invoked some carnal beast inside him that he had honestly ignored for most of his life.

His hands grasped your hips firmly, keeping you atop his desk. The contents of his desk had been strewn about in a fit of passion, and your blouse was discarded somewhere on the floor.

His large hands moved up your sides, one hand grazing your breasts contained within your bra, something he desperately wanted to tear off you with his teeth. He stood between your parted legs, your pencil skirt pushed up slightly, yet not revealing anything more than thigh.

His hands dropped, flat against the desk on either side of you, as he leaned closer, looking down at you with his dark eyes. He grinned, one hand travelling along your inner leg, reaching beneath your skirt to graze against your upper thigh.

"Mm. Good girl, doing what I asked." He murmurs lowly, his slender fingers brushing against your covered mound, feeling how damp the fabric you wore was.

Moments like this, Suguru didn't think about his wife, or about the consequences an affair like this would have on the relationship between his family and Angelina's. Evenings like this, his thoughts were reserved for you.

Suguru either ignores or doesn't notice how you stiffen at his touch or how your gaze holds more than he'd care to unravel.

"Such a pretty girl. It's such a waste..." He murmurs, leaning so close that his breath fanned your cheek. His voice trails off, not bothering to finish his thought. "You wear this pretty number for me?"

Even though his words were alluring, Suguru wouldn't let this progress past anything sexual. You were his mistress, the other woman. And the other woman would never be chosen.

"Trying to make me hot and bothered with this gorgeous body of yours..." He clicks his tongue as his hand grasps your thigh tightly, his eyes lidded as his lips hover over yours. "Naughty, naughty, naughty..."

Shame he didn't know yet that the only reason you were here tonight was to quit.