I never expected my boss to call me into his office that late in the evening. The building was nearly empty, most people had gone home, and I was finishing some emails when his deep voice came from the doorway.
“Got a minute?”
It was Mr. Carter. Everyone in the company respected him—strict, professional, always in control. He wore his usual crisp suit, tie loosened slightly as if the day had finally caught up to him. I grabbed my notebook and followed him inside.
His office was bigger than most, lined with shelves of awards and books. The large desk sat in the center, polished wood that looked expensive. He motioned for me to sit, but instead of taking his own chair, he leaned against the desk, arms crossed.
“You’ve been doing great work,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “I notice things others don’t.”
My cheeks warmed at the compliment. “Thank you, sir.”
“Stay late a lot, don’t you?” he asked, watching me carefully.
“Deadlines,” I said with a nervous laugh. “Somebody has to keep things moving.”
He nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. For a moment, the air grew heavy, the kind of silence that says more than words. He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne, strong, masculine, something expensive.
“You know,” he said quietly, “I don’t usually mix business with… other things. But you’ve been on my mind more than you should.”
My heart skipped. “Sir…”
“Call me Daniel,” he interrupted. His voice was low, almost a growl.
Before I could think, his hand brushed against mine, warm and deliberate. I froze, then looked up at him. His gaze burned into me, and I knew exactly what he wanted. And the truth? I wanted it too.
When he leaned down and kissed me, I didn’t resist. His lips were firm, commanding, and I melted into him. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer until I was pressed against his chest. My notebook slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a thud, but neither of us cared.
“God, I’ve thought about this every time you walk past my office,” he whispered against my lips.
He sat down in his leather chair, pulling me onto his lap as if he had been planning it all along. My skirt rode up as I straddled him, his hands sliding along my thighs, strong and certain. I felt the heat between us grow, my body aching for more.
His tie hung loose, and I tugged at it, kissing his neck. He groaned, his hands gripping me tighter. “Do you know how dangerous this is?” he muttered.
“Then stop me,” I teased.
Instead of stopping, he kissed me harder, his tongue pushing past my lips. My fingers ran through his hair as his hands moved under my blouse, caressing skin that hadn’t felt this kind of touch in too long.
He shifted suddenly, standing and turning me around. Before I realized it, I was bent over his desk, my palms flat on the cold wood. Papers scattered, pens rolled to the floor, but all I could think about was the way his hands explored every inch of me.
“You look perfect here,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
I moaned as he pressed against me, his body firm, demanding. The desk creaked under our movements, but neither of us cared. The thrill of being in his office, knowing anyone could walk in, only fueled the fire.
He slid my skirt higher, his fingers trailing along my thighs before slipping beneath the fabric. I gasped, arching my back, my body begging for more. His lips traced down my neck, biting lightly, making me shiver.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, and I couldn’t deny it.
Every thrust pushed me harder against the desk, the sound of our bodies mixing with the faint hum of the building’s air system. I clung to the edge of the desk, my knuckles white, as waves of pleasure built inside me.
He whispered my name over and over, his voice rough, until I couldn’t hold back anymore. My body shook, release tearing through me, and he followed right after, gripping my hips as he buried himself deep with a final groan.
For a moment, the world stood still. Our breathing was heavy, the office filled with the scent of sex and sweat. He held me close, his forehead resting against my back, before finally pulling away.
We adjusted our clothes in silence, stealing glances that said everything words couldn’t. His tie was crooked, my blouse half unbuttoned, but neither of us cared to fix it properly.
As I picked up my notebook from the floor, he touched my chin, lifting my face to meet his.
“This stays between us,” he said softly, though his eyes hinted at more to come.
“Of course,” I whispered, though the thrill in my chest told me I wouldn’t forget this night.
When I finally left his office, the hallway felt different, like I was walking with a secret no one else could ever know. My legs were weak, but my mind was racing.
And deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I found myself bent over my boss’s desk.
