The office party had gone later than anyone expected. Music, laughter, and way too much champagne, it felt good to see everyone loosen up for once. By midnight, most of the staff had already stumbled out to cabs, leaving only a few stragglers cleaning up empty glasses.
I ducked into the break room to grab some water before heading home. To my surprise, someone was already there.
“Didn’t think anyone else was left,” I said.
It was Mia from marketing. She leaned against the counter, sipping from a red cup, her heels kicked off to the side. Her dress shimmered under the dull fluorescent lights, hugging her figure in a way that made my stomach tighten.
“Guess we’re the last ones standing,” she said with a smirk.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, twisting the cap. “Hell of a party.”
“Best one yet,” she agreed, her eyes glinting. “Though… sometimes the best part is what happens after.”
Her words hung heavy between us. I chuckled nervously, unsure if she was teasing. But then she set her cup down and stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume, sweet and heady, mixed with the faint tang of champagne.
“You always get so serious at work,” she said, tilting her head. “I like this version of you better.”
Before I could answer, she reached up and kissed me.
It was quick at first, playful, but when I kissed her back, it deepened, turning hungry. My hands slid to her waist, pulling her against me. She gasped softly, fingers tugging at my tie, pulling me closer still.
“God, I’ve wanted this,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine.
I pushed her gently against the counter, her body arching as I kissed down her neck. The break room, usually filled with stale coffee and awkward small talk, was suddenly alive with heat.
Her hands roamed my chest, fumbling with buttons. “Anyone could walk in,” she breathed.
“Then let’s be quick,” I murmured.
She laughed breathlessly, then moaned as my hands slid under her dress, tracing her thighs. She hitched herself onto the counter, wrapping her legs around me. Cups clattered to the floor, but neither of us cared.
“You’re trouble,” I teased.
“And you like it,” she shot back, her voice shaky.
I groaned as I slid into her, her cry muffled against my lips. The counter shook with our movements, her nails digging into my back. The sound of our bodies filled the small room, mixing with her gasps and whispers.
“Harder,” she begged, clutching me tighter.
I obeyed, thrusting faster, the thrill of being so exposed making every motion hotter. She clung to me, her head falling back as she moaned my name, climax tearing through her. Her whole body trembled in my arms, and I followed soon after, groaning into her shoulder as release ripped through me.
For a moment, we stayed tangled together, breathless, sweaty, the room heavy with the scent of sex.
Finally, she laughed softly, brushing hair from her face. “Guess the party isn’t really over.”
I grinned, kissing her once more. “Best after-party I’ve ever had.”
We straightened ourselves, fixing buttons and smoothing fabric, though our flushed faces gave us away. She slipped her heels back on, grabbing her bag.
“This stays between us,” she said with a wink.
“Of course,” I replied, though the fire in her eyes told me this wouldn’t be the last time.
As we walked out together, the office was silent again, but the break room would never feel the same.
