Standing in her usual spot by the downstairs bar, Cassandra felt that the satisfied smile that graced her lips was justified. Mezmer was at capacity, something it hadn't been for a while on a Friday evening, and Cassandra couldn't help but wonder if word had gotten round that certain ties had been severed. None of the guys had been present at the club since she'd asked Brian to leave on Tuesday, and she knew that news like that would travel fast.

Mezmer had always been a success, but in the months running up to her takeover, their presence had been felt more and more, and it had showed in the takings. People were wary to be around them, and now that they seemed to have disappeared off the scene, there was a more relaxed atmosphere to the place. As she went to take a sip of her mineral water, her phone that sat beside her glass lit up and buzzed. Seeing the name on the screen, her smile grew wider. Cassandra stepped out into the corridor that led to her office before answering.

"You're taking a risk calling me considering where you are," she greeted.

"Relax, he's nowhere near me. I just wanted to know what time you'll be home."

"The way things are, not til gone three. Is that going to be a problem?"

"Well, I was hoping it'd be a little sooner than that, especially with what I had planned. But there's a solution to that problem."

"Which would be?" Cassandra asked, a little intrigued.

"I drop by the club, sneak in through the back door and fuck you hard over your desk...but if there's more important things you'd rather be doing....."

Cassandra tried to compose herself as she felt the warmth pool between her legs at the mere thought of it. A crude image of them tangled together filled her head.

"You have a nasty habit of making me offers I find horribly difficult to refuse," Cassandra admitted, a deep chuckle meeting her ear in response to her statement.

"Give me twenty minutes and I'll be there."

Cassandra hung up and made her way back through to the club, trying to locate Taylor. As her eyes scanned the club, she spotted her over by the dj booth.

"Taylor, I've got some stuff to take care of in my office, I might be a while, so don't let anyone come back there. If there's anything you need help with, get Nick or one of the other boys to help you. I'll let you know when I'm done," she told her through the earpiece.

"Ok, I'll make sure no one disturbs you."

"Thanks. Oh and Taylor, I hired Marcus as the new dj, not your eye candy," she added, a hint of laughter to her tone.

"He'll be making my bed look pretty by the end of the night if I have my way," Taylor admitted, making Cassandra laugh.

"Just try and leave him in one piece," Cassandra told her, already halfway to her office to wait.
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There didn't appear to be anyone watching the backdoor as he approached. Cassandra must've placed the security elsewhere for the time being. Opening it carefully, he checked along the corridor, ensuring that there was no one lurking in the shadows, and quickly made his way to Cassandra's office. Knocking lightly in the fashion he'd done so many times over the last few months, he opened the door, shutting and locking it almost silently.

She stood side on to him, fixing them both a drink at the small bar in the corner of the room. She looked stunning, dressed from head to toe in black, a look she managed to carry off so well. He took a few steps towards her, gently pushing her raven hair to one side, allowing him to kiss her neck and along her bare shoulder.

"Most people normally start with hello, Matthew," she mumured huskily, her body already responding to his touch.

"We're not most people though, Cass," Matt answered, pressing himself against her, his erection already straining the material of the black pants he wore. "Look at me, Cass."

Cassandra turned as Matt slipped his hand behind her neck, pulling her towards him as he kissed her, his tongue forcing her lips apart as he slid it into her mouth. Cassandra moaned into the kiss as Matt's free hand swiftly dealt with the buttons on her top, tossing it to one side along with the black strapless bra she wore. He trailed his finger along her back, reaching the zipper of her skirt, ensuring it soon joined the rest of her clothes.

It had been almost a week since he'd last seen her, and he felt in some kind of rush to feel her beneath him again. His hand slid between her thighs, as he rubbed her clit through the thin material of her thong. She was already moist, but that wasn't enough for Matt. He broke the kiss, pulling his shirt over his head and guided her towards the desk, pulling her thong down over her long lithe legs as she sat on the edge.

As Matt sank to his knees, Cassandra wrapped her legs round his neck, gasping as he ran his tongue along her inner thigh before licking her clit in long slow motions. Her body tensed as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them inside her as he pumped in and out of her. Her breathing came in short sharp bursts, her hands gripping the side of the desk as Matt worked at a furious pace, his fingers pumping so fast that she couldn't stop herself from tightening around them.

"Fuck" she hissed, not able to control the wetness that spilt from her.

Matt stood up, quickly removing the rest of his clothes and settling himself between her legs. Cassandra's eyes raked over his firm muscular body in appreciation. Matt pushed her down onto the desk, rubbing his tip against her before slowly pushing himself into her. Matt groaned deeply at the sensation of how tight and wet she felt around his dick. Her nails dug into his biceps as she raised her hips to feel him pounding deeper into her.

He knew if he didn't slow down it would be over too quick. He smirked at the small whimper that escaped her at his change of pace. Cassandra was feisty in and out of the bedroom, but at times like these he occassionally caught a glimpse of her softer side, the side that she kept so well hidden from everyone else.

Matt took hold of her arms and pulled her towards him, standing fully, making sure he stayed well inside her as he backed himself into the chair behind the desk
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"Fuck me Cass," he murmured against her neck, nipping at her flawless pale porcelain skin.

His large hands gripped her ass as she rode him, her hips rocking against his. Cassandra's breathing was erratic as Matt's tongue flicked against her nipple, before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. She held onto the back of the chair, steadying herself as she began to grind against him, pressing her body so close to his. Matt grabbed her hips and began to pound her down onto himself.

"Harder!" she demanded in a whisper as she tightened around him, her head flung back as her body shuddered with an almost unstoppable climax. Matt thrust himself up deeper within her as he came after her.

Matt ran his fingers through her long hair as he kissed her softly.

"Still want me to be waiting for you when you get home?" he asked, his deep, yet almost soft tone causing Cassandra to shiver.

"You better be," she told him with a smirk.
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As the door to the office opened, and Matt kissed Cassandra goodbye, neither of them were aware that they were being watched. The unseen figure smiled to themselves. This was going to help things along very nicely. Their chances of keeping their little affair secret were dwindling by the minute. All it was going to take was some hard evidence thrown in the right direction, and soon the little empire that had ruled over Huntington Beach these past few years would begin to crumble.