Last week, i was working late at the office, catching up on stuff i’d been putting off all week. it was quiet, just me and my boss (let’s call him mr. t), who was also staying late to finish some reports. he’s always been super nice, but i’ve caught him checking me out more than once, and honestly, i didn’t mind. he’s tall, older, with that whole “i’m in charge” vibe that drives me crazy.

anyway, i was at the printer when he walked up behind me, way closer than usual. “working hard?” he asked, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine. i turned around, and he didn’t move back. our faces were inches apart, and the tension was insane.

“trying to,” i said, biting my lip. his eyes flicked down to my chest, and i swear i saw something shift in him. before i could think, he leaned in and kissed me. hard. i melted into him, my hands grabbing his shirt, and next thing i knew, he was lifting me onto his desk.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this,” he growled, pulling my blouse open and kissing down my neck. his hands were everywhere, sliding up my skirt, gripping my thighs, and when he finally pushed my panties aside, i was already soaked.

he unzipped his pants, and holy shit, i wasn’t ready for how big he was. “you’re gonna take every inch,” he said, lining himself up, and then he thrust into me in one smooth motion. i gasped, gripping the edge of the desk as he started fucking me hard and deep, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me against him.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, pounding into me faster, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. i was trying so hard not to scream, biting my lip as my orgasm built. when i finally came, it hit me like a freight train, my legs shaking as he kept going, chasing his own release.

he came deep inside me, holding me close, and for a moment, we just stayed there, breathing heavy, tangled together on his desk. “guess i’ll have to keep you late more often,” he said with a smirk, and honestly? i wouldn’t mind.