Invite her in

You clear your throat and keep your voice as steady as the situation allows.

“Come in properly. Sit down. We can talk.”

Ruby steps further into the room, closes the door carefully behind her, and takes the chair opposite you. The heavy conference table still hides everything beneath it. Under the wood Cheryl’s mouth vibrates with a quiet, knowing chuckle around your cock before she resumes the slow, deliberate suction, lips sealed tight, tongue pressing along the underside in long, wet strokes.

Ruby clasps her hands on the table, cycling-toned shoulders square, and meets your eyes with open seriousness. The usual easy distance she keeps on the floor is gone. What remains is the same quiet intensity that has been building through every late conversation and every near-miss in the kitchen.

“I’ve always had feelings for you,” she says, voice low but clear. “Longer than I should admit. The staff socials where we drifted into corners and talked about everything except this. The way you look at me when you think I am not watching. The way I look at you the same way. I feel like you have felt it too. Tell me if I am wrong. I need to hear it from you.”

Under the table Cheryl’s free hand squeezes your thigh once, firm and deliberate, a clear silent signal. Say what you feel. She follows the squeeze by taking more of the thick length into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, the wet sound carefully muffled by the table and her own control. You hold Ruby’s gaze across the polished wood and give her the truth she is asking for.

“You are not wrong.”

The words land. Ruby’s expression softens at once, a small, almost disbelieving smile breaking through the careful composure. Under the table Cheryl smirks around the shaft and immediately sinks all the way down. She takes every thick inch until your cock is fully lodged in her throat, nose pressed flat against your stomach, and begins to massage the head with slow, rhythmic swallows. The tight heat and the deliberate pressure make it almost impossible to keep your face neutral. Your hands stay flat on the table. Your breathing stays carefully measured. Cheryl holds herself there, throat fluttering and working around the intrusion, clearly enjoying the private power of the moment while Ruby sits only a few feet away, completely unaware.

You force the next words out before the sensation can undo the rest of your control.

“Duncan needed a few questions answered ASAP. Something about the final conversion notes from this morning. I have to deal with that right now or he will be back in here. We’ll talk later. Properly. Just us.”

Ruby’s face stays soft and smitten. She searches your eyes for another second, finds whatever reassurance she needs, and stands. The smile she gives you is quiet and happy, the kind that carries months of held-back feeling finally allowed into the open. She holds your gaze for a lingering moment longer, the sort of look that promises the conversation is only postponed rather than finished, then turns and leaves the conference room. The door clicks shut behind her with a soft finality.

Under the table Cheryl stays exactly where she is, your cock still buried deep in her throat, the rhythmic swallows continuing without pause. The successful presentation, the private celebration, and Ruby’s confession now all exist in the same locked room, and Cheryl shows no intention of letting the thick length leave her mouth until she has finished what she started.