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Ember Snow sat rigid in her chair, nerves crackling like live wires before the big interview. Lex LaFlamee stood behind her, fingers sinking into tight muscle, working through the knots in her shoulders with slow, deliberate pressure. Lex leaned closer. Through the gap in Ember’s blouse, soft curves pressed together, the pale line of cleavage rising with each breath. Heat flickered low in Lex’s belly. Her hands stilled. "You need more than this," she murmured, breath grazing Ember’s ear. "Let me relax you all the way." Ember turned, pupils wide, lips parted. Lex didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled Ember up and backed her against the desk. Hands slid beneath fabric, peeling blouse and bra aside until breasts spilled free. Lex took one nipple into her mouth, sucking until Ember’s head dropped back with a soft, shaky moan. Skirts hiked. Panties dragged down. Lex’s fingers found slick heat between Ember’s thighs and pushed inside, slow at first, then deeper, curling against the spot that made Ember’s hips jerk. Ember clutched Lex’s shoulders, legs trembling, while Lex fucked her with steady strokes and whispered filth against her throat. When Ember came, it rolled through her hard—body locking, thighs shaking—leaving her limp and breathless against Lex’s chest. She pressed her face into Lex’s neck and laughed, the tension finally gone.