“What the fuck, dude?” Madeline chortles when she spots me checking the usual slew of texts and emails I get in the afternoon.

“You’re doing work stuff. I’m just taking the opportunity to catch up until you’re ready.”

Maddie tosses her phone back on the table and laughs loudly.

“This is turning into a business meeting, isn’t it? Listen to the way you’re talking...”

“Now, missus, or, I’m sorry, is it miss?”

“What is it, Mr. Barret?” Maddie responds reluctantly with a sigh.

I start taking off my suit jacket, and I pace deliberately over to the magic marker mess on the whiteboard.

“You aren’t responsible for this presentation earlier, were you?”

“No.” Maddie gets up, starting to get a little more into the act. “That wasn’t me, but I may be able to walk you through it.”

Maddie gracefully undoes her bra while walking in my direction. I unbutton my shirt as I wait for her arrival.

With Maddie’s eyes purposefully fixed on me, I’m having trouble concentrating on even the simple task of taking off my shirt.

“That would be most appreciated, if you would.” I’m finding it tough to talk too—but I free myself of my dress shirt.

Madeline steps out of her shoes, leaving them on the floor behind her without missing a beat.

Maybe it’s the sight of Madeline taking one step after another through the empty boardroom, slowly and steadily after shedding the last of her clothes that’s making me feel like I could honestly fucking faint on the boardroom floor.

Or maybe it’s the related fact that every drop of blood is rapidly leaving my brain and journeying straight to my cock...

Fuck, I feel myself going seriously weak when Maddie grabs my tie, still hanging on my neck, and pulls me around as she walks to the whiteboard.

“Okay, good. You’re paying attention now.”

“Yeah.” Just that one stupid word is all I can say.

“Now, if you look here...” Madeline points forcefully at a sloppily drawn, incomprehensible pie chart–looking thing at the corner of the board.

Her nails look newly manicured, and they’re painted bright green—sort of a faint echo of her eye color.

I wait for Madeline to continue her presentation, but she just stares at me with a very studious, businesslike expression.

“I’m looking.”

My words do nothing. Maddie keeps up her silent stare until I start laughing.

Even after that, she just keeps staring until I finish.

“As I was saying, Mr. Barrett, if you’re quite done.”

“I’m quite done.”

“As I was saying, this pie represents the various colors available in a small pack of Sharpie markers.”

“What does it mean, though?”

“What does it mean, Mr. Barrett? I’ll tell you: it’s a statement, it’s somebody crying out to the boardroom to the world that they picked up the cheapest colored markers they could find by the cash registers at Staples.”

“So, it’s a cry for help?”

“No, Mr. Barrett, don’t you see? It’s a statement of pride. This whole display is a way of screaming out: ‘Look, everybody! Look at what I can do! None of it makes any fucking sense, but look how colorful! Pretty!’”

I start undoing my belt.

“I still don’t get it.”

Maddie grabs onto the waist of my pants and pulls them down as she descends to her knees.

“Of course you don’t,” she mumbles just before grabbing my rigid member as it pops out.

“Glsfsfdnfd.” That’s the garbled noise I make when I feel Maddie’s hand wrapped firmly around my cock.

“Maybe you do get it.” Those whispered words are the last thing I hear from Maddie before the sensation of her tongue traveling slowly up my shaft sends my eyes rolling back in my head and makes the world go fuzzy for a flash.

Maddie brings her tongue all the way up my shaft and over the tip of my dick. I’m able to stay standing straight because I no longer have to think about it, or anything else.

I’m merely existing in the moment—and I’m also existing in the next moment when Maddie takes nearly all of my cock into her mouth.

She lets it out with an almost vicious slowness, her tongue wrapping and moving around every inch as it falls.

“Aglythkop,” I say, trying to channel the pleasure somehow, but it’s too damn much.

Finally, I just let out a stupid “ohhh” sound.

“See? You get it,” Maddie says breathily as she stands back up.

“I’m not sure if I do.”

Our hands roam everywhere along each other’s bodies freely. I start lightly kissing Maddie’s tits, then I start remembering something from years ago.

It’s a memory from a restaurant parking lot, and later a beach, all on a Pacific island, under an amazingly starry sky.

It’s a memory from under the Milky Way.

I move my kisses up toward Maddie’s left shoulder. Again, she grips the back of my head, digging in her fingertips.

I move to Maddie’s neck, and she guides me slightly, but I don’t need too much guidance.

I know now that I remember that one exact spot, toward the back of Maddie’s neck, and I start kissing with a little more ferocity when I find it.

“Ooooooh...tongue now.”

I follow Maddie’s instructions and flick the spot with the tip of my tongue.

“Ooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

There’s that change of vowel sound. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I lay one last lingering kiss on the back of Maddie’s neck before she starts to shift, turning to the whiteboard.

“Do you still not get it, Mr. Barrett?”

I take a few steps back, and Maddie slaps both hands on the whiteboard. Magic marker ink smears down the display as she slides down her hands and sticks her perfect ample up into the air.

“I don’t, but I want to so fucking bad.”

“Then fuck me in front of this fucking whiteboard right fucking now.”

Time stops yet again.

Or it somehow starts bending, because I could not tell you what happens first: my cock slipping into Maddie’s wonderfully wet pussy, or my own hands falling onto the wall on either side of Maddie’s.

That part is a blur, but I’m back in the present again, and thankfully lucid as those immense pleasure waves run through me.

Maddie has a preternatural sense for moving in harmony. As my pace increases, gradually, hers does at the exact same time.

I don’t even notice how much we’re both grunting until we really going at it in earnest thrusting with a bottomless passion and yelling much too loudly for any noise machine to even think about competing with us.

“Ugh!”

“Ah!”

“Ugh!”

“Ah!”

We’re taking turns, at least.

Now that we’ve found our groove, which is intense and loud today, we stay at the same pace.

It’s perfect.

I move one hand off the wall and onto Maddie’s side, feeling around her waist then lightly teasing around her tits.

Maddie lets out a throaty, raspy screech that makes our grunting sound like sprightly little whispers in comparison. I can tell she’s coming as she thrashes her hands against the whiteboard, sending it crashing to the floor with a deafening racket.

I hear myself grunting again.

“Yeah, keep fucking going. I need to come one more time,” Maddie snarls with a fierceness that almost makes me come.

We go back to grunting, simultaneously, hastening the pace as we both start to reach the top of the mountain together.

When I sense that the summit is in sight, and I can feel it looming, Maddie’s grunts turn to soft sighs. My grunts also transform to quieter moans as we draw near the point of no return.

With another raspy screech, Maddie flips her head back up, tossing her golden hair down her back.

Maddie directs a shrill moan up at the ceiling, and I pull out as she moans again.

I come all over my suit jacket on the floor as Maddie orgasms with a final shriek.

We stay in that weird position for a few seconds, with Maddie leaning against the wall and me standing a few inches behind her.

We catch our breaths as the glow of a perfect sunset fills the entire room.

Maddie stands up and starts retrieving her underwear and her dress.

With our intense appetites sated—at least for the time being—we both start chuckling as we get redressed.

“Shit,” Maddie declares, holding her panties out in front of her. “I hope this place is clean.”

“It’s disinfected at least once a day.”

“It needs to be,” Maddie responds cryptically.

I’m about to offer to run down to Dior get some undergarments and Anthropologie for a new dress and whatever else Maddie wants, but she’s already putting her bra back on, well on her way to getting dressed entirely.

“What did you tell work?” I ask her.

“I told them I’m not feeling well, but I finished the meeting. Zip, please?”

I zip up the back of Maddie’s dress, and she drops onto a chair and smiles. Her shoes are still on the floor, and my heart soars at the thought of Maddie staying at least a little while.