Printer hums in the corner, spitting out reports. Door clicks locked—finally alone in the conference room. Smell of stale coffee mixes with my perfume, heavy, intoxicating. Paul’s eyes lock on mine across the open space earlier, during the medieval party planning meeting. Hierarchy bullshit, stress from the boss’s werewolf promo stunt. But now, 8:45 PM, just us. I’m ambitious, climbing ladders, but fuck, I crave this taboo rush. Legs spread on the table, knees up, hands kneading my tits. Only my fake 13th-century necklace on. Paul’s on his belly between my thighs, tongue teasing my clit peeking out. I moan soft, weak. He laps from top to bottom, circles my asshole—shiver, sigh, ass clenches. Kisses inner thighs, edges my pussy lips, nips my button tender. Tongue stiff, plunges into my hot wet hole. We crashed back from the office medieval fair exhausted. Duel demo, my near-kill swing at him—thought he was another. Proposal after, crowd cheered. Beers, dinner by the ‘river’ projector screen. Magic show by Viviane, boss’s wife. No kids around, weird. Bath together at home, but here? Back at work for promo footage edit. Souper leftovers scattered: fake armors, props, swords. Moon full outside window, yellow glow. Halloween lamps flicker, ghost shadow dances on wall. ‘Full moon tonight, babe,’ I gasp, pinching nipples. ‘Romantic… keep going.’ He tongues deeper, thumbs on clit. Body quakes, I trap his head in thighs, grind his thumbs furious. Cum hard, he waits pussy in mouth. Legs release, I sigh, stare ceiling misty-eyed. So fucking beautiful, this goddess life with him. Cock hard against table edge—he climbs on. Grabs it, guides to my slick entrance. Slides in easy. Wraps legs, cracks my back hugging tight. ‘Marie,’ whispers, slow thrusts, feet on calves, hands on ass. ‘Medieval wedding at the office party?’ Eyes tender, braids wild, witchy red sexy. ‘Serious, love?’ ‘Dead serious, pussy.’ Hips roll sync, noses in hair, suck earlobe—she loves it. ‘Fidelity vows?’ Mimics funny, eyes laughing. Talk mayor—boss fucking his wife, jealousy. ‘Why so mad at him?’ ‘Idiot not my type. But his wife… my type. Tried seducing her during hair braid demo. You got her, pissed me off.’ Bi secret slips. ‘Lie to priest?’ ‘Pious lie!’ Laugh, grab tit bouncing. ‘Curé’s the werewolf!’ Ram harder. ‘Naked in woods chasing deer.’ Giggle. ‘Idiot, love you. Shut up, fuck.’ ‘Believe it?’ ‘Nah, too weird. No kids?’ ‘Nope, just old farts.’ ‘Village brain on your cock.’ Muscles ache from duel, but balls deep. ‘Invite family?’ ‘Surprise ’em, chatterbox.’ ‘Intimate, no photo ops. Talk costumes with wife.’ ‘Threesome?’ ‘Tabarnak, talk with dick!’ Pound faster. ‘Film wedding for show?’ Legs up high, fingers on clit. ‘Yes… fuck… cumming!’ Arches, clamps pussy, bites lip. Hold still, watch her shatter. Can’t hold—pull out, kneel, stroke. Howl echoes—fake wolf promo? Eyes wide. Phone rings. Stretch, answer, cum jets on face, tits. ‘Main street… hum.’ Door bangs open—locked? Sally bursts: ‘Paul, werewolf loose!’ Cum splats cheek, eye shut. Can’t aim. ‘Sorry!’ Door slams. Finish on belly, bush. Tremble. ‘Boss is monster running town.’ Shake cock. Crashes outside—’cars?’ Wipe face. Heart pounds. ‘Bad timing, cumshot in face, Sally saw.’ ‘Wolf bad timing!’ Press cock wince. Peek window—chaos. ‘Quick wash, down. Camera.’ Phone rings again—ignore. Cries echo hall. 9:15—record speed, look flawless. Film her run to crowd by elevators—’lights’ crash. No blood. ‘Wolf from copy room.’ Excitement buzzes. All adults, geezers with walkers. ‘Russians!’ No kids. ‘There—hall!’ She vanishes in group. Oldies block me. Sally’s hubby axes ‘path’. ‘Seen wife?’ Chase. Reveal: all promo stunt, boss in suit. Marie safe, kneed him balls. Back to normal—adjust skirt, blouse crisp. Wipe table quick, coffee breath freshened. Unlock door, stride to next meeting. Pro face on, lust hidden. Adrenaline high, promotion closer. Risk fuels me.