...through the half-open office door, she knew someone was there. Boss’s wife in ripped fishnets and a pencil skirt straddles the desk, taking a strap-on from behind while her boyfriend watches from his chair. Fingers tangled in her hair as she moans loud enough for anyone listening. Then he joins in—no warning, just hands gripping hips as they slam into her together. The creak of leather against skin fills the room...