**Human Heat**
“I didn’t think it would take this long. I am *very* sorry,” Jack swept his brow with the back of his hand, covering momentarily the projector’s blinding light.
“Oh, no worries. Take all the time you need,” replied Margarette, undoing her bun.
“Once again I am terribly sorry,” Jack exhaled almost out of breath. He stood in front of the long conference table, with this trousers by his ankles, as he continue to thrust his hips.
“Nonsense!” replied Margarette. “I think I speak for everyone when I say we all needed a break,” she said shaking her head. She laid at the end the long wooden table with her long and curly disheveled red hair sprawled over the team meeting notes and her calves against Jack shoulders.
“I really appreciate you doing this, Margarette.” Jack held his boss’s pale and broad thighs below the black lace band of her hold-ups stockings. The rhythmic clapping sound of flesh against flesh echooing throughout the conference room. “It’s so nice to finally have you back to the team.”