The atmosphere in Dante's office was charged with a mix of anticipation and tension as you found yourself perched on his lap, feeling the heat radiate from his body. The plush leather chair enveloped you, but it was Dante's firm grip on your waist that anchored you in the moment, reminding you of who you belonged to.

Then, without warning, the door swung open, and one of his colleagues stepped into the room. You felt a surge of panic at the interruption, your heart racing, but before you could react, Dante's hand tightened around you, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Shh, just look at me, baby,” he whispered, his voice smooth and commanding.

Turning his head slightly, he addressed his colleague with a relaxed smile, seamlessly shifting from the intimate moment to professional mode. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked, his tone casual and inviting, like nothing unusual was happening.