The boardroom was always intimidating, long glass table, leather chairs, and a wall of windows overlooking the city. It was where big decisions were made, where the suits argued numbers and strategy. That night, though, it was just me, finishing slides for the next morning’s presentation.
The door creaked open.
“You’re still here?”
It was Olivia, one of the senior managers. Sharp, confident, with a reputation for being untouchable. She stepped inside, heels clicking on the polished floor. Her blouse clung to her curves, and her hair fell over her shoulders in waves. She carried a folder but set it aside almost immediately.
“Deadline,” I said, gesturing at the laptop. “What about you?”
“Same,” she said with a tired smile, sliding into the chair across from me. “Though right now, I think I just needed a break.”
We talked for a while, about work, about how the boardroom always felt too serious, about how the view at night was almost worth the stress. Her laugh was softer than I expected, her shoulders more relaxed than I’d ever seen in daylight.
“You know,” she said, leaning forward, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without that nervous intern look.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Guess I hide it better at night.”
Her eyes lingered on me longer than usual. Something shifted in the air, heavier now, charged. She stood and walked slowly around the table, her fingers grazing the glass surface as she came closer.
“Funny,” she murmured, stopping beside me. “This room usually makes me feel tense. But right now…” She trailed off, her eyes locked on mine.
My heart pounded. “Right now?”
Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Right now, it feels… exciting.”
Before I could respond, she leaned down and kissed me.
It was sudden, hot, and full of things left unsaid. I pushed my chair back as she climbed onto the table, her skirt sliding higher as she pulled me between her legs.
“Olivia,” I started, but she cut me off with another kiss, deeper this time.
“Don’t think,” she whispered against my lips. “Just feel.”
Her blouse buttons came undone under my fingers, revealing lace that made me groan. She tugged at my shirt, impatient, hungry. The pristine boardroom, the heart of professionalism, was quickly turning into something else entirely.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” she murmured as I kissed down her neck.
The glass table was cool against her skin as I lay her back. She arched under me, moaning softly, her nails scraping along my arms.
“God, this is insane,” I muttered.
“That’s what makes it perfect,” she gasped.
The thought of anyone walking in, the CEO, the janitor, anyone, only made it hotter. Papers scattered as I thrust into her, her cries echoing in the wide room. The glass rattled faintly under us, but she clung tighter, urging me not to stop.
Her voice filled the space, breathless and desperate. “Harder… please…”
I obeyed, my hands gripping her thighs, her body trembling with every motion. The city lights outside glowed against the windows, casting her in a halo of gold as she cried out, climax hitting hard.
Her whole body shuddered, and the sight of her undone like that sent me over the edge. I groaned her name, release tearing through me, my body pressed flush against hers.
For a long moment, we just stayed there, tangled together on the boardroom table, panting in the silence.
Finally, she laughed softly, her voice hoarse. “If these walls could talk…”
I grinned, brushing hair from her face. “This would be the only meeting worth attending.”
We straightened ourselves quickly, though our clothes were wrinkled, our hair a mess. She buttoned her blouse, giving me one last teasing look.
“This stays between us,” she said, smoothing her skirt.
“Of course,” I replied, though the heat in her eyes told me this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.
As we left the boardroom, the table gleamed under the lights, looking as pristine as ever. But I knew, every time I walked in there again, I’d remember the night professionalism got left at the door.
