Chapter 118: Chapter 118

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Today was the final review for the new serialized romance line at the publishing house, and as a lead editor, every detail mattered.

I smoothed down the fabric of a tailored, emerald-green silk blouse, the cool material sliding easily over my skin. Buttoning it slowly from the bottom up, I kept my focus on the mirror, ensuring the collar sat perfectly sharp. Next came the high-waisted black pencil skirt that hugged my curves just right, falling just below the knee, paired with a thin leather belt to cinch the waist. I stepped into a pair of classic three-inch black heels, adjusting the straps until they felt secure.

Glancing at my reflection, I took a deep breath. The look was professional, polished, and commanding—exactly what I needed to face Elena, the creative director whose sharp eyes and high standards kept everyone in the office permanently on edge.

After a quick final check in the mirror to smooth back a few stray strands of hair, I grabbed my leather briefcase, stepped out of the apartment, and headed out into the crisp morning air toward the office.

The glass doors of the publishing firm swung open, the familiar hum of ringing phones and quiet chatter instantly wrapping around me. I walked down the main corridor, nodding politely to the assistant editors rushing past with stacks of manuscript drafts.

When I reached the creative suite, the atmosphere shifted. The familiar hum of the open floor faded, replaced by the quiet, high-stakes energy of the executive wing. I was trying to adjust my jacket when one of the junior assistants caught my eye, looking up from a stack of papers.

"Oh, Ruth, you’re here," she said quickly, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper. "Miss Gold said you should report to her office as soon as you’re here."

My heart skipped a beat. Just hearing her name made my stomach do a nervous, familiar flip. I had loved my boss for months, keeping it buried beneath professional nods and late-night draft reviews, but the mere mention of her always threw me off balance.

"Is she waiting for me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I gripped the handle of my briefcase a little tighter.

"Yes, and she doesn't look thrilled," the assistant warned, pointing toward the heavy frosted-glass door at the end of the hall. "Why are you late?"

"Traffic was a mess," I lied softly, though the truth was I had spent an extra twenty minutes in front of my bedroom mirror, making sure my blouse and skirt looked completely flawless for her.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, smoothed down my skirt, and walked toward Miss Gold's office. When I pushed the door open, the room was quiet, dominated by the large digital concept screens on the wall. Miss Gold was standing by her large mahogany desk, her sharp gaze instantly snapping to me as the door clicked shut. She wore a perfectly tailored cream blazer, her presence completely commanding the room.

"You're late, Ruth," Miss Gold said, her voice smooth, low, and entirely authoritative as she leaned against the edge of her desk, crossing her arms. "Care to tell me why?"

I froze, my throat suddenly dry as I stared at her. "I... I..."

I couldn't find the right word. My palms were sweating, and I nervously ran my hand down the front of my pencil skirt, trying to smooth out fabric that didn't need smoothing. The tension in the room was so thick it felt heavy.

Miss Gold didn't move from the edge of her desk. She slowly reached out, her fingers tapping a single button on her desk console. A soft, electronic click echoed through the room as the heavy office door automatically locked from the inside.

"Get under the desk," she said quietly, her voice completely steady as she stared straight ahead at the digital concept screens on the wall, not even looking down at me.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I lowered my briefcase to the floor, my knees trembling as I sank down onto the soft carpet. I dropped to my hands and knees, my green silk blouse straining slightly across my shoulders as I slowly crawled beneath the heavy mahogany table.

As I moved into the dark, enclosed space beneath the desk, my breath caught in my throat. I let out a sharp gasp.

Miss Gold had pushed her cream skirt up around her hips. She wore absolutely no panties. Under the dim light of the desk structure, her inner thighs were completely bare, and her tight, swollen center was glistening, a slow drop of slick moisture dripping down her skin. The rich, intoxicating scent of her filled the narrow space, making my head spin.

"Isn't this what you always wanted?" Miss Gold said from above, her voice dropping down to me, completely calm and detached as she continued to scroll through the data on her monitors. She didn't look down once.

I couldn't answer. I just stared at the wet, glistening skin right in front of my face, my lips parting instinctively as the heat in my stomach flared into a sudden, wild fire.

"Then get to work," she commanded softly.

The silence beneath the heavy mahogany desk was absolute, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. The air down here was warm, thick with the rich, unmistakable scent of her, completely trapping me in her private space. I stayed frozen on my hands and knees, my palms pressed flat into the soft carpet, my eyes locked onto the glistening, bare dripping pussy right in front of my face.

Miss Gold didn't move an inch. Above the desk, I could hear the faint, steady clicking of her mouse as she continued to scroll through the morning metrics, completely detached from the vulnerability of her position. Her long, pale thighs were parted just enough to frame her swollen center, where another slick drop of moisture was slowly pooling, catching the dim light under the desk structure.

Slowly, deliberately, I leaned forward. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs I thought she would hear it through the wood. I parted my lips, my breath hot against her inner thigh, making her skin goosebump instantly. I dipped my head and let the very tip of my tongue catch that slow, dripping drop of her juice.

She tasted sharp, sweet, and incredibly hot.

A soft, sharp intake of breath came from above the desk. The steady clicking of the mouse stopped instantly. Miss Gold’s fingers dug into the edge of the mahogany table, her knuckles turning white as she leaned her weight into the wood.

"I knew your pretty mouth would be so good," she murmured, her voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that made my whole body shiver. She still didn't look down at me, keeping her eyes fixed on the glowing digital screens, but her hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch forward, pressing her wetness closer to my lips. "Don't stop, Ruth. You've been staring at me in meetings for months. Show me what you were thinking about."

The validation ran through me like a current of pure electricity. I didn't care about the office, the late drafts, or the locked door anymore. I closed the remaining distance, burying my face completely between her warm, bare thighs.

I flattened my tongue and gave a long, slow stroke upward, wiping the slick moisture from her opening all the way up to her sensitive clit. Miss Gold let out a low, shaky moan, her head tilting back against her executive chair as her fingers gripped the edge of the desk even harder.

"Ah... yes, exactly like that," she whispered darkly, her voice tight with a sudden, building heat. "Keep going. Use your hands, too."

I reached up, my fingers trembling as I slid my hands up the backs of her legs, gripping her soft thighs to hold her steady. Her skin was incredibly soft, contrasting with the sharp, professional lines of the cream blazer she was still wearing. I kept my tongue moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, licking her wide open, drinking in every drop of the fluid she was producing as she melted under my touch.

I kept my movements slow and deliberate, determined to show her how completely she held my devotion. Every upward stroke of my tongue was smooth and firm, pressing against her swollen clit until she let out another shaky breath. She was incredibly slick, her natural moisture easing the friction as the rich scent of her perfume and her arousal filled the tight space beneath the mahogany desk.

Above me, Miss Gold’s fingers dug deeper into the polished wood. Her thighs trembled slightly against my hands, but she kept her posture straight, her upper body still projecting the perfect image of an executive at work, even as her lower half completely melted under my tongue.

"You're a fast learner, Ruth," she murmured, her voice tight and strained as she tried to maintain her authoritative tone. "You've been paying attention, haven't you?"

"Every single day, Miss Gold," I whispered against her damp skin, my voice muffled but full of honesty.

I gave another long, wet lick, circling the sensitive bead of her clit before sliding my tongue lower, dipping slightly into her wide-open entrance. She let out a sharp gasp, her hips instinctively bucking forward, burying her wetness even deeper against my mouth.

"Ah... god, Ruth. Don't... don't slow down," she commanded softly, her fingers clicking aimlessly on the mouse as she fought to keep her eyes on the glowing monitor screens. "Keep that exact rhythm. It's perfect."

I picked up the pace just a fraction, flattening my tongue to maximize the contact, drinking her in as she grew slicker and hotter with every second. My hands slid higher up her thighs, anchoring her to me, feeling the subtle tension in her muscles build toward a peak.

Suddenly, a sharp, loud sound shattered the quiet room.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I froze instantly, my lips resting just millimeters away from her wet skin, my breath catching in my throat. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

"Miss Gold? Are you in there?" a voice called out from the hallway, muffled by the thick, frosted-glass door. It was Herald from marketing. "The final reports for the quarter are ready. We need your sign-off before the noon meeting."

Instead of telling him to wait, Miss Gold slowly looked down into the space between her knees for the very first time. Her eyes were dark, heavy with desire, and her face remained entirely calm. She reached down, her fingers firmly pressing my head right back against her swollen clit, spreading her long legs even wider to give me completely open access.

"Don't make a sound, Ruth," she commanded in a barely audible whisper, her voice tight with control. "Suck harder. Let's see how quiet you can be."

With a racing heart and a surge of pure excitement, I did exactly as I was told. I wrapped my lips tightly around her sensitive bead, my tongue swirling in a frantic, wet circle as the intense danger of the situation sent a rush of adrenaline straight through my body.

Above me, Miss Gold reached out and tapped a button on her remote control desk console. The heavy office door clicked, swinging open automatically to reveal the bright hallway.

"Come in, Herald," Miss Gold said, her voice smooth, loud, and completely professional as her assistant entered the room with a thick folder in his hands.

The exact moment his leather shoes stepped onto the office carpet, the overwhelming thrill peaked inside me. I opened my teeth slightly and gently bit her swollen clit, my tongue pinning the sensitive nub right against her wet skin.

A sharp, sudden gasp caught in Miss Gold's throat, her fingers instantly digging so hard into her leather desk chair that the seams creaked. Her hips gave a small, violent twitch forward, burying her slick warmth deep against my face.

Herald froze midway across the room, looking up from his papers with a confused expression. "Miss Gold? Are you okay?"