“Are you seriously suggesting we do this here?” I whispered, glancing over my shoulder at the closed office door. The hum of the fluorescent lights made my heartbeat feel deafening.
“Where else?” Conrad’s voice was impossibly close, his hand grazing my lower back. “You’ve been driving me crazy all week, Emily. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this too.”
My mind raced. Every lingering glance, every accidental touch—this tension had been building for months. Now, it felt inevitable.
“Conrad,” I whispered. “This is insane. What if someone walks in?”
“The door’s locked. Everyone’s gone.” His breath was warm against my ear. I turned, heart pounding, and met his dark, hungry gaze.
“You’ve been teasing me,” he murmured. “The way you bite your lip, the way you adjust your shirt when you think I’m not looking. You’re driving me insane.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the words caught in my throat. I had been teasing him—just as much as he had been teasing me.
His hand cupped my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “Is this really wrong?”
I closed my eyes, my resolve crumbling. When his lips met mine, it was like a spark igniting a wildfire. His kiss was hungry, demanding, yet impossibly tender. I melted into him, gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.
He pinned me against the desk, hands sliding to my waist. His lips trailed down my neck, making me gasp. “Conrad,” I breathed.
“Tell me to stop.” His fingers toyed with the corners of my blouse.
I didn’t. Instead, I leaned into him, letting him pull it over my head. His eyes roamed over me, dark with hunger. When his lips met mine again, his hands slid up my sides, unhooking my bra. He groaned as it fell away, his touch sending fire through my veins.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands exploring every inch of me.
“So are you,” I murmured, undoing his buttons. When his shirt fell open, I traced my fingers over his toned chest, marveling at the warmth of his skin.
“Emily,” he said, his voice rough. “Last chance. Tell me to stop.”
I shook my head. “Don’t stop.”
Conrad lifted me onto the desk, papers scattering as he pushed my skirt up, fingers teasing. My breath hitched as he moved against me, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasped.
“Yes. God, yes.”
That was all he needed. My hands fumbled with his belt as his fingers traced my inner thigh, our urgency consuming us. He filled me with agonizing slowness, my body arching against him.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
He obeyed, his thrusts deep and relentless. The desk creaked beneath us, our moans mixing with the charged air. My release hit me like a tidal wave, pulling him over the edge with me.
As we caught our breath, Conrad pulled back, searching my eyes. “Emily…”
I shook my head. “Not now. Just… not now.”
His hands lingered on my waist. “What happens next?”
I met his gaze, my heart still racing. “That depends on you.”
