The office was supposed to be empty that night. I had booked the big conference room to finish a presentation for Monday’s client pitch. The long table was covered with my notes, and my laptop was open, with the city lights shining through the tall glass windows.
I was so focused that I didn’t notice anyone else until the door creaked open.
“Working late?”
It was Jessica from HR. She stepped inside, holding a folder, her hair pulled back but with a few loose strands framing her face. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to distract me, and the pencil skirt she wore clung perfectly to her curves.
“Yeah,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Trying to get ahead. What about you?”
She sighed, setting the folder on the table. “End-of-month reports. Thought I’d print them and head out, but… I saw the lights on in here.”
There was a pause. Her eyes wandered across the room, then landed on me. For a moment, it felt like the air thickened between us.
“You know,” she said with a faint smile, “this room feels different when it’s empty. Like anything could happen.”
I laughed nervously. “Yeah, usually it’s just endless meetings and boring charts.”
She walked closer, her heels clicking softly on the floor. “Exactly. Feels like a waste of space, don’t you think?”
Her tone was playful, but her eyes… they said something else. Something daring. She stopped at the edge of the table, leaning forward on her hands. Her blouse shifted, giving me a teasing view.
My throat went dry. “Jessica…”
She tilted her head, lips curving. “Relax. No one’s here.”
Before I could reply, she leaned closer and kissed me. It was sudden, bold, and it sent a jolt straight through me. Her lips were soft but demanding, and the scent of her perfume filled my head.
I pulled her closer, my hands sliding around her waist. She climbed onto the table with surprising ease, sitting on the edge, her legs parting slightly as she tugged me between them.
“You’ve thought about this too, haven’t you?” she whispered, her voice husky.
“Every time I see you in those skirts,” I admitted, my lips trailing down her neck.
She moaned softly, her hands gripping my shirt, pulling me tighter against her. Papers crumpled under us as I pushed her back onto the table. Her hair fanned out across my notes, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the heat between us.
Her blouse came undone quickly, revealing lace that made my pulse race. She arched her back as I kissed down her chest, her breath coming faster. “God, we shouldn’t…” she whispered, but her body told a different story.
“Then stop me,” I teased, already knowing she wouldn’t.
Her laugh was breathless. “Not a chance.”
Her skirt slid up, and I pressed against her, feeling her shiver at the contact. The long table creaked as I moved with her, every thrust echoing in the empty room. She clutched the edge of the table, her moans filling the space where usually only business talk lived.
“Harder,” she gasped, her voice desperate.
I obeyed, and her cries grew louder, bouncing off the walls and glass windows. The thrill of being in the conference room, the heart of professionalism, only made it hotter. Anyone looking up from the street might have seen us through the tall windows, but that risk only fueled us more.
She dug her nails into my back, whispering my name over and over as she shook beneath me, climax tearing through her. I followed, groaning as release hit, collapsing against her with the taste of her kiss still on my lips.
For a while, we just lay there, tangled up on the table, our bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the smell of sex.
Finally, she laughed softly, brushing a hand through her messy hair. “Guess we finally found a good use for this room.”
I grinned, buttoning my shirt. “Best meeting I’ve ever had.”
We straightened the papers, though most were ruined, and adjusted our clothes. Before leaving, she grabbed my tie, pulling me close for one last lingering kiss.
“This stays between us,” she whispered with a sly smile.
“Of course,” I said, though deep down I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.
As we walked out together, the conference room looked normal again, empty table, neat chairs, but I knew it would never feel the same.
