Presentation Temptation

The meeting drags. Scarlett and Ava trade blank stares across the table while Kell drones on about compliance policies. Their heels brush once. Then twice. Soon their shoes come off and bare feet slide together, toes teasing, pressing, rubbing against ankles and calves beneath the table's edge. Ava's hand follows. She reaches beneath the surface, skirts Scarlett's thigh, finds warm skin under her skirt. Fingers slip past lace, part slick folds, and sink inside without hurry. Scarlett keeps her face pleasant while two fingers work her open in slow, steady strokes. The game sharpens. Ava pushes her chair back an inch, drops to the carpet, and eases between Scarlett's spread knees. Her tongue meets wet heat; she licks long and slow, tasting every shift of muscle. Scarlett grips the table, cheeks flushed, breathing steady while her coworker feasts right under their manager's nose. Kell never looks up from her slides. When the meeting finally ends and Kell packs her notes, the door clicks shut behind her. The moment they're alone, Scarlett pushes the laptop aside, yanks her skirt up, and spreads on the conference table. Ava climbs over her, mouths her again, hungrier now. Scarlett's hands fist Ava's hair, pulling her closer, grinding against her tongue until she comes with a sharp, shaking gasp. They don't stop until the windows fog and the agenda is forgotten.