Sex with Sophia that night was a phenomenon. 

She was all over me after I said yes.

I said yes. Not to marriage. That question was never asked. But to fly across the ocean and build a name for our business in London.

She was usually too tired to touch me, and we hadn’t had sex in months. She used to reject my advances just because there was a meeting the day after. And she rarely looked at me like that after our first year together. The glint of lioness hunger in those pairs of dark brown eyes. 

She didn’t even wait until after we paid the bill. She just left a couple of hundred-dollar bills that were probably twice the price of the meal and tips on the table. The restaurant toilet was where Sophia led me to. We were lucky it was late, and most of the guests had left. 

She pushed me against the wall in this tiny restroom stall, fondled my breast, and sucked it after she quickly unzipped my dress. Access wasn’t difficult since I didn’t wear a bra. 

I gritted my teeth to stop the sound of a moan from escaping. We had sex outside of our home countless times. I preferred the adventurous experience. What the outdoors lacked in comfort; it makes up for with unparallel excitement. 

It didn’t take long for the dress to slip to the ground. What was left on me were only red underwear and sleek hazel stiletto heels. Red was Sophia’s favorite color. Red was the dress, and red was the lace underwear I wore.

“Sienna…you are so beautiful….” She whispered in my ear and nibbled my earlobe. It sent shivers down my spine.

I didn’t mind that she was fully clothed. Her black suit and pastel pink shirt emanated an exquisitely powerful look that couldn’t fully hide her voluptuous curves. I was ready to be smitten.

Sophia pulled my red undies down; she cupped me there and proceeded to put her fingers inside me. I gasped for air, and she deprived me of it all. Her other hand caressed the peak of my breast, and her teeth and tongue played with the sensitive spot on my nape. The CEO knew her way of command, and I was transfixed by the sensation that she gave. 

The intrusion was something else. She curled her fingers and stretched me wider, and stimulated my sensitive peak. I screamed. 

When she finished, I panted and could no longer focus. Sophia dressed me up. I rested one arm around her shoulder for support as she guided me to sit on the upholstered chair within the restroom waiting area. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I? It’s been a while.” She said softly as she dabbled a wet napkin on my face and neck to wipe away her lipstick marks. 

“It’s been a while….” I replied without answering anything. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” said Sophia. I was still dazed and confused, but I caught that fiery thirst in her eyes that reignited out of nowhere. She kissed me hungrily, her lips forceful, and without a word, I knew.

I ignored the staff's questioning eyes as we rushed past them to the car.

Sophia drove home dangerously at speed above the legal limit, and it was a miracle we made it back alive with all parts intact. 

Our two bodies were wet from sweat and tangled in tantalizing positions in the vast king-sized bed. The bed that was no longer too empty tonight as it was every other night. All our clothes were scattered all over—from inside the car, the stairs, the bedroom, and somewhere in between. I surrendered to sensations. Her touch. Her lips. Her soft tanned skin. Her heaving sounds. 

Sophia went down for me and satisfied me until I shuddered at her mouth. I looked down between my legs. Her piercing predator cat-eyes stared back. The powerful force of that look alone made me wet for her again. She moved on top of me, skin to skin. I loved her weight on me. I felt we were one.

“You like to see me wearing a blazer, don’t you?” She asked huskily with so much excitement in her voice. 

Tired and turned on, I nodded. Sophia grinned. She hurriedly grabbed a blazer lying on the floor next to the bed and wore it on her naked body.

“Let’s have a fun change, baby.”

She ordered me to sit on her face. 

I did. 

As if in delirium, I sat up on my knees and moved to hold on to the bedpost for dear life. I spread my legs wide for her, on top of her face. I was on top of her and knew full well I was not on top.

“Ahh…ahh…” My hip stayed in place, and waves after waves of pleasure washed over me.

The woman adored me with her lips and tongue. She adored me, and she played me. An instrument of her desire. A lovely doll she could rearrange the arms and the legs in any position on the bed. And I let her. 

Instead of wallpaper, at the head of our bed, there was a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling mirror installed. Still maintaining the balance, I reached out one hand to touch my reflection in the mirror. The sweaty palm gave a light smudge on the usual spotless surface. I looked into the mirror—my long brown hair in disarray covering my aroused bosom, and my own eyes filled with need. Sophia continued kneading her tongue on my sensitive part, and I moaned out loud. I lost my composure and rested my head on the mirror, the steamy breathing fogging up the reflective surface. 

Even with this session that captured and dominated my whole being, I sensed things were about to change. 

When the fog cleared up, I looked deep into my eyes. The woman that looked back was not the timid little Sienna. She was someone I recognized from a long time ago before I met Sophia.

I was going back to the UK. We would be in a long-distance relationship. Running a new team, a bigger team, in a new country. I was thrilled to prove my worth in a country where I would not be overshadowed. In London, I was not considered as just Sophia Stewards’ trophy girlfriend or some pretty face who could type. I would be my own person. 

Things were about to change. As I looked deep into my own eyes, I saw the unmistakable glint of burning ambition.