When Leah and I finally get back to my place, we both pass out exhausted in my bed. Both of us are too tired and tipsy from the alcohol to even think about pouncing on one another.

But when we wake up in the morning, Leah is pressed against me, the little spoon. Her ass snugly presses against my morning wood, and even through our clothes the feeling is enough to make me feel like losing control.

I grind my cock into her harder and she shifts around in her sleep. But her breath still rises and falls regularly. She hasn't woken up yet. I'm in nothing but my boxer briefs, and she's in thin, short nylon shorts and a t-shirt that she changed into before getting into bed last night. There's not much fabric in between us.

I run a hand up her side, under her t-shirt, and my breath catches in my chest. Her skin is so smooth and soft, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to put my hand somewhere it really shouldn't go.

Then I decide… fuck it. I slide my hand down her smooth, flat belly, letting my fingers find their way into the elastic waistband of her athletic shorts. I slide them lower, and feel the trimmed, coarse hair between her legs brush against my fingertips.

She moans.

I freeze. But then she pushes her ass back against me harder, and I feel her spread her legs a little bit.

Holding my breath, I push my hand lower and I feel my index and middle finger move over her entrance.

She's so fucking wet.

Leah moans and shoves her ass so hard against my cock that I feel like I could pop in my pants right here and now. I press my fingers harder against her slit, and I feel her small, slick clit get even wetter with her arousal.

I begin to circle my middle finger around it.

She gyrates her hips in response, grinding into my hand. She's absolutely awake now.

Teasing her, I pull my hand out of her shorts and dip my fingers into my mouth, tasting her juices.

Her eyes are wide open now, and she tips her head back, crushing her lips against mine, tasting herself on them. I bite her lower lip softly, then swirl my tongue around hers. The way she tastes herself so hungrily on my lips makes me harder than a fucking diamond.

Then an urgent knocking at the door interrupts us. We lock eyes and hers get big as we snap out of our arousal and come back to reality.

We both know that last night was a shit show, and now we're about to find out the consequences.

"Stay here," I growl into Leah's ear. I get up, wrap a towel around my waist, and throw the sheets over her to cover her up.

I cross the room to the door and crack it open. It's one of my assistants. "Can I help you?" I say, shooting him a look that says, "this had better fucking be important."

"Sir," he says meekly, "You should see this." He slips me a folded-up newspaper through the cracked door. "And you should know that the board is holding an emergency meeting today to discuss this… situation."

"Okay," I say. "Fuck." I close the door and sit back down on the bed, clutching the folded-up newspaper in my fist. For the first time in my life I'm afraid to look. The truth is, this could all be the end of my career. And Leah's, for that matter.

Leah pokes her head out from underneath the covers. My cock is still hard and part of me just wants to throw the newspaper in the trashcan, pounce on her, and forget all of this. But we have to fucking deal with this mess.

"Alright," I say, holding my eyes shut. "I'm going to look."

Leah peers at the newspaper, only her head and eyes poking out from under the cover. "I'm terrified to find out what it says."

"Honestly… so am I," I say.

I unfold the newspaper and open my eyes.

There are two, huge, color photographs right on the front page. One is a photograph of me walking into the women's bathroom, and the other one is me waiting for a nearly-naked Leah to dive into the open door of our limousine.

"Well," I say, starting to sweat. "At least your face isn't in the picture."

She sits bolt upright and grabs the paper out of my hands. "Shit," she says. It's the first time that I've heard a dirty word come out of her mouth.

"Yeah."

She moves in next to me, pressing her body against my arm, and I feel her nipple brush my shoulder. My cock is getting hard as hell in my boxer briefs and I can barely think straight about anything that's happening right now.

"What are we going to do?" she says.

Before I can answer, my cell phone rings. I grab it off the nightstand and answer the call.

It's Lloyd, and I feel the color drain from my face.

"Luke?"

"Talk to me." Leah wraps the blanket around herself, and looks me up and down with worried eyes.

"Bad news, my old friend. The board is stripping you of your title. They're making the announcement tonight. I wanted to let you know ahead of time. Good luck." He hangs up.

I slowly set the phone down.

"Who was that?" says Leah, detecting that something's wrong. "What happened?"

I gather my thoughts and then respond. "They fired me, Leah. It's game over."