I didn’t plan to stay late that Thursday night. The office was usually quiet after 7 p.m., but deadlines don’t care about the clock. I sat at my desk, the glow of my laptop screen reflecting in my tired eyes, when I heard the sound of heels clicking across the floor.
It was Melissa. She worked in marketing, a few cubicles away. Tall, sharp, always dressed in skirts that hugged her hips just right. She carried a stack of papers, her blouse slightly open at the top, showing just enough to make my thoughts wander.
“You’re still here?” she asked, tilting her head with a small smile.
“Yeah,” I said, rubbing my neck. “Trying to finish the report. You?”
“Same,” she replied, setting the papers on her desk. “Guess we’re the only ones crazy enough to stay behind.”
The silence that followed was heavy but charged. The air conditioner hummed above us, and the city lights outside painted her face with a soft glow. I tried to focus on my screen, but I kept catching myself watching her, how she leaned over her desk, the curve of her back, the way she bit her lip when she typed.
After a while, she stood and stretched, her blouse pulling tight across her chest. She walked toward the coffee machine, passing by my desk. Her perfume lingered, sweet, distracting.
“Want some coffee?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said. My throat was dry, but not from the work.
She returned with two cups, placing one on my desk. “You work too hard,” she teased, leaning close enough that I could see the faint line of her bra under the fabric.
“Coming from you?” I chuckled nervously.
Her smile lingered, but her eyes said more than her words. There was a spark, the kind of silent understanding you don’t ignore.
Minutes passed before she leaned against my desk, arms crossed under her chest. “You know,” she said slowly, “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like here… after hours.”
My pulse jumped. “What do you mean?” I asked, though I already knew.
She glanced around the empty floor, then back at me. Her lips curved into a mischievous grin. “No one’s here. No cameras in this corner. Just us.”
I swallowed hard. “You’re serious?”
Instead of answering, she leaned down, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that started soft but quickly turned hungry. The papers on my desk slid to the floor as I pulled her closer. She climbed onto the edge of the desk, parting her legs just enough to invite me in.
Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me between her thighs. I felt the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her skirt. She moaned softly against my mouth, and that sound alone almost undid me.
“Lock the door,” she whispered, her breath hot in my ear.
I didn’t hesitate. The click of the lock echoed like a gunshot in the empty office. When I turned back, she had already unbuttoned her blouse, revealing lace that made my head spin.
“You’ve been teasing me for months,” she said, voice low, fingers tracing down my chest. “Time to do something about it.”
I slid my hands under her skirt, feeling the soft skin of her thighs. She gasped as I pressed against her, her body arching forward. Papers scattered, pens rolled, but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was her.
She pulled me back into a kiss, deeper this time, her tongue moving with mine. I lifted her slightly, letting her legs wrap around me. The desk creaked under our weight, but we didn’t care.
“God, I’ve wanted this,” she murmured.
Her nails dug into my back as we moved together, the office air thick with the sound of our breathing, the slap of skin, the desk rattling under us. It was raw, desperate, but perfect. She whispered my name like a secret she had been holding back for too long.
Time felt like it had disappeared. Every thrust, every kiss, every bite of her lip pushed me closer. She clung to me, whispering in my ear, telling me not to stop, her voice breaking with pleasure.
When she finally cried out, her whole body trembled against mine, and I followed soon after, burying my face in her neck as the release hit. The room went quiet again, except for the sound of our heavy breathing.
We stayed there for a moment, tangled up, the world outside forgotten.
Finally, she laughed softly, fixing her blouse. “Well,” she said, “that was one hell of a team-building exercise.”
I grinned, pulling her close again. “Guess working late has its perks.”
We cleaned up quickly, picking papers off the floor, straightening clothes. By the time we unlocked the door, the office looked almost normal again. Almost.
But as we walked out together, her hand brushing against mine, I knew things would never be the same between us.
And honestly? I didn’t mind at all.
