Alexis, in a mix of resistance and surrender, grabbed his hair and tried to push him away with her foot. He caught her leg, swiftly removing her high heels and tearing through her transparent stockings.

She emitted a muffled sound, a mix of surprise and defiance.

She looked up at Leonel, a realization dawning on her that they were both caught in a moment of shared madness.

In that moment, Alexis felt as if her body was no longer under her own control.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, swaying into his kiss.

“With skills like these, how many women have you practiced on?" she whispered teasingly.

Leonel remained silent, his focus entirely on making the experience enjoyable for her.

He nuzzled into her neck, coaxing her to relax further.

“Just tell me if you like it," he urged softly.

Alexis did like it. She gently held his face, her voice low.

“Let's go to the lounge."

Leonel complied, carrying her to the lounge, their kisses unbroken.

The door slammed shut behind them.

He seemed intent on ensuring her pleasure, his attentiveness unmistakable.

Alexis responded to his efforts, her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed deeply.

Outside, the secretary's knock at the door went unheard by the couple, lost in their passionate embrace. They were completely absorbed in each other, their desire to possess each other almost overwhelming, a fervent wish to somehow lessen their mutual pain.

Afterwards, the atmosphere settled into a calmer state.

Alexis, wearing just a shirt, leaned against the headboard, lost in thought.

Leonel sat next to her, quietly smoking a cigarette.

After a while, he turned to her and asked softly, “Any regrets?"