The limo is prowling the streets quietly on the way to my building. I can’t take my eyes off Sofia.

She’s been so quiet the last few days. It seemed like she warmed up to us, then retreated again.

Still, even though she’s an amazing woman, she’s still a woman. Their minds run so deep, a man can’t possibly fathom all its depths.

I enjoy just watching her as she gazes out the window. She’s so far away in her mind, I can see it in her eyes. The cute little black pleated miniskirt rests gently on her silky thighs, black stockings and high stilettos set off by a deep-blue blouse.

We’re heading to my building because Sofia has to meet a ton of people today in order to organize catering, wait staff, cleaners, and a host of other staff I can’t even remember. I’m not great at details—that’s why I don’t get the hard jobs.

As we pull up to the building, she gives me a smile. And she looks happy—really happy. I wonder what she’s thinking about…and if I have anything to do with it.

I just want her to be happy. The sight of her smile does something to me, like I could do anything to make sure she keeps it.

I can’t even remember caring so much about another person’s happiness.

We head up into the building, and I show her to the board room she can use. It’s big enough to fit a few people and well-stocked with office supplies and fancy food that important people are used to.

I apologize to her as I hurry off—I have more of those damned call girl interviews, not to mention paperwork piling up.

I spend a few hours doing interviews and rapidly plowing through paperwork before my eyes start getting blurry and a sharp pain creeps up in my neck. There’s only one thing that’s going to make me feel better.

I hurry over to Sophia’s meetings. She’s just sending out smiles and handshakes to a few guys.

“Want to come out for lunch?” I feel like a kid in high school asking the prettiest girl in class to share my crackers.

“Do you have time?” she gives me a look, as if she knows I don’t.

“For you? Always.” I take her hand and squeeze it gently, willing her to feel my love through the touch—to feel the passion of my soul in this simple grip of the hand.

She nods, squeezing my hand back and looking at me like she really does understand.

“Besides,” I say to her, “all work and no play makes a very dull life, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” she agrees.

I hurry her outside toward the limo, one hand on the small of her back. We slip into the cool long seats, and I put up the privacy windows.

She sits quietly and watches me. I go down on my knees in front of her and run my hands along her thighs.

She smiles, leaning back so I can reach her panties and pull them off. I love the slick feel of the black stocking on her skin—so slippery yet firm. I creep one hand around to grab her ass as my fingers search for her pussy under the short skirt.

She parts her legs, and I see her eyes close as she rocks her hips into my hand. I’m just gently fingering around her clit, lowering to her pussy. She gets wet immediately and starts grinding onto my hand.

She opens her legs wide, looking at me with a wicked grin as she pulls up the miniskirt, exposing long pale thighs above the black of the stockings.

Her pussy is wet, dripping and gorgeously crimson and pink. I grip her knees and kiss her clit, pressing it with my tongue and licking it. She gasps and grabs my hair, and I oblige her by mouthing and sucking on her clit—gently, then harder.

She forces my head down as she brings her hips up, and I plant my hands on her knees, forcing them as far apart as they can go as my mouth delves deep to find her pussy. I stroke her lovingly with my tongue, lapping up her sweet juices and teasing the soft inner lips with my mouth.

I pull my head back and watch her face as I slip two fingers in, exploring her gently and stretching the edges.

She looks up at me, red-cheeked, eyes sparkling. I undo my belt and pants, watching her face as I do. As my cock comes free, she leans forward, falling onto me and pushing me to the floor.

Her hands grip my shoulders hard as she comes down, straddling me. My cock thrusts into her. She’s so wet, and with my cock standing so high and stiff, I slide straight in.

I’m gasping, reaching for her hips and grinding, desperate to make the rhythm.

She just smiles at me with her hands on my shoulders. She grips me hard with her knees, leaning forward to rub her clit against me as she grinds slowly with her hips. The strokes are so slow, sure, and short that I want to move.

I try hard to thrust, but she won’t let me. She holds me tightly between her knees, her hips, and with her firm grip on my shoulders.

She pleasures herself slowly, grinding against my cock, controlling the rhythm. I watch her face change, a massive smile and a wide-eyed look of pleasure breaking across it as I feel her shivering.

Explosions grip my cock far up inside her, and she moans and screams, letting herself go now, hard and fast. I’m screaming too.

“Sofia…Sofia…Oh god, Sofia!”

She’s stretched up, head facing the ceiling as she comes, and I shudder from my cock all the way up into my spine as she milks my juices out of me with her incredibly tight pussy. I pull her to me, kissing her deep and tasting her lips.

I don’t ever want to let her go.