Inaya balanced the lunchbox carefully in her hands as she stepped into the towering office building, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been a grueling week—Rafiq, Ibrahim, and Zain buried in their latest project, endless meetings, late nights, and zero time for her. No touches, no whispers of 'daddy' in the dark, no rough hands claiming her body. She missed them fiercely, her pussy aching with neglect, nipples hardening at the mere thought of their mouths on her. Today, she decided, she'd surprise them with homemade lunch during their break in the joint office suite on the top floor.

The elevator dinged, and she hurried down the polished hallway, heels clicking against the marble. The office door loomed ahead, its massive wall of glass staring back at her like an unblinking eye. She knew it was soundproof— they'd told her that much—but the transparency made her stomach twist. From inside, it looked like the entire floor could see straight through: employees bustling at desks, phones ringing, the city skyline beyond. She swallowed hard, imagining all those eyes on her if things got heated. But she missed them too much to turn back.