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"Do not…” Her eyes were blazing. Leo felt a hot bolt of desire flooding her body. She could see the delicious outline of Vivienne’s breasts in this dress.

"I am going to fuck you again."

Vivienne's mouth opened a fraction.

Closed.

“Now.”

She looked at Leo as she had at the door of the living room the night before, calm flat assessment of a woman who had just been given information and was deciding what to do with it. Her signet ring caught on the edge of the desk behind her as she reached back to brace one hand on the wood, and she did not break eye contact. Two breaths. In the second one, her eyes went somewhere Leo could not follow, and then came back to her. When she spoke, her voice had the low clipped negotiation-cadence that had closed four acquisitions this year.

"The sex was rubbish yesterday, anyway.” Vivienne’s voice was weighted as she lounged seductively against the desk, inviting Leo in.

"Mm." Leo allowed herself a half smile.

"Do better this time.” Vivienne’s eyes were fixed on Leo’s and Leo felt herself puffing up at the challenge laid down before her.

The phrase The sex was rubbish yesterday, anyway sat on the desk between them. Leo had heard the same flat negotiation cadence on the call with Delacroix on Friday, and she heard it now, and she heard what it was being used to do. She did not, this morning, have time to argue with it.

Leo moved.

She had her hand in the centre of Vivienne's grey dress before she had, consciously, decided to cross the foot and a half, and she had the dress ripped open at the seam at the side of the zip with a sound that was, in any other room, unforgivable, and she spun Vivienne round, and bent her over the grandfather's desk. The ledger went off the edge onto the carpet. Leo's other hand went to the back of Vivienne's neck, which she did not press — she rested her palm there, flat, and left the pressure as a question, and Vivienne's shoulders, under the torn grey, did not fight.

Leo found tights on under the dress. She ripped them off with her bare hands.

Not gently. She took them off with the last of the grey dress in the other hand, and left Vivienne bent over her own desk in a black bra and nothing else below the waist, she had been wearing no panties, her palms were flat on the leather insert, cheek not touching the wood, breathing through her nose in the count Leo had seen her use in meetings when she was about to make a man regret opening his mouth.

She looked fucking incredible.

Leo put her right hand between Vivienne's thighs.

She was already wet.

Leo did not pause on it. She grabbed a handful of Vivienne’s low bun with her left hand. With her right hand she thrust two fingers roughly inside Vivienne enjoying the way her body moved, then on the next stroke, three, because Vivienne had said the sex was rubbish and Leo was not having that. Leo was rough as she fucked Vivienne and Vivienne's breath pulled in once and stayed pulled in. Leo pressed her left hand against Vivienne’s head pinning her to the desk while her right hand fucked her roughly. Leo added a fourth finger and Vivienne gasped audibly.

Sex was rubbish last night was it Vivienne??

Leo arced her fingers downwards as she fucked her, knowing she was banging Vivienne’s G spot hard.

Vivienne’s whole body was shaking with the force of Leo’s fucking, but she was pinned so tightly by her head, she couldn’t move.

She noticed Vivienne’s right hand moving down, not to the desk, not to Leo's wrist, but under her own body, between her legs, to her own clitoris. She had taken that work herself. A small professional pleasure went through Leo at the sight of her touching herself. Professional pleasure was the polite name for it. The other name was that she had been thinking about fucking Vivienne again all morning. Hard. Rough. Her fingers inside Vivienne’s body until Vivienne was screaming.

"Hm," Leo said.

Vivienne did not answer. Her breath was quick and loud, her eyes were screwed tightly closed, her cheek pressed into the leather of the desk.

Leo fucked her rough from behind, four fingers driving easily into her wetness, and Vivienne took it all with her own fingers working her clitoris and her hair coming down out of its low knot in Leo’s fingers.

Leo slowed her strokes and thought briefly about something else. She pulled her hand out of Vivienne momentarily, rubbing her hand up and down over Vivienne’s wetness, eliciting what was almost a low moan.

This time when Leo entered Vivienne, she tucked her thumb and pressed her whole hand inside. There was a loud gasp from Vivienne and her body tightened on entry. Leo paused once inside, waiting for Vivienne’s body to catch up with it.

“If the sex was so rubbish, then why are you so wet for me?” Leo growled, her fingers curling into a fist inside Vivienne. Vivienne’s pussy locked tightly around her right wrist.

What a fucking beautiful sight that was.

Vivienne was making no move to stop her. No words. Leo noticed her hips start to move against her hand.