The blinds sliced the outside neon lights into streaks of light and shadow, casting onto the intertwined figures of the two.
Mr. Zhang's breathing grew heavier, his eyes filled with an undeniable possessive desire. His hands slid down Yuqing's slender legs, fingertips gently hooking the elastic of her black stockings, slowly peeling off that layer of tight, sheer black fiber. As the stockings came off, they revealed fair, delicate skin that glowed alluringly under the warm yellow light.
He lowered his head closer to her slightly warm ankle, taking a deep breath. The scent mixed with faint perfume and body warmth made Mr. Zhang's eyes even deeper. This completely controlled posture made Yuqing's legs tremble slightly, her heartbeat clearly audible in the quiet office.
Her mind went blank. At home was a boyfriend she'd been with for years, who might be messaging her right now asking if she had gotten off work; yet the intense stimulation and taboo feeling this man brought felt like poison she couldn't resist.