Boss's Desk Ravishment After Hours

Lila glanced at the clock on her computer screen—9:47 PM. The office was a ghost town, the fluorescent lights humming faintly over rows of empty cubicles. As the ambitious 25-year-old intern, she'd volunteered to stay late, crunching numbers for the quarterly report. Truth was, she craved these after-hours moments, especially when her stern 40-year-old boss, Marcus, prowled the halls like a predator. Tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes that stripped her bare, he'd been her secret obsession since day one. Those lingering glances during meetings, the way his deep voice barked orders—it made her pussy throb.

She stretched, her tight black skirt riding up her toned thighs, the white blouse straining against her full C-cup tits. Footsteps echoed from the corridor. Marcus appeared in the doorway of her cubicle, his tailored suit hugging his muscular frame, tie loosened just enough to hint at the beast beneath.

"Still here, Lila?" His voice was gravelly, commanding, sending a shiver straight to her clit. "Everyone else bailed hours ago."

"Just finishing up, Mr. Hale," she replied, her voice breathy, meeting his gaze. Those eyes raked over her, pausing on the way her skirt clung to her round ass.

"Good girl. Come to my office. We need to discuss your performance." He turned, expecting obedience. Her heart raced. This was it—the tension that had simmered for weeks. She grabbed her tablet and followed, heels clicking on the marble floor, the building's emptiness amplifying every sound.