Office Desk Bent Over Secretary

The top floor of Kane Tech was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional click of Sophia Bennett’s heels against the marble. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. The city lights glittered twenty-three stories below, but Alexander Kane wasn’t looking at the view. He was watching her.

Sophia stood at the long credenza beside his desk, sorting through quarterly reports she’d already filed twice. Her tight navy pencil skirt clung to the generous swell of her hips and the thick, juicy curve of her ass like it had been painted on. Every time she reached forward, the fabric rode higher, stretching across the lush mounds until the seams looked ready to surrender. The sheer black stockings she wore ended in a wicked lace band high on her thighs, and above them, a sliver of bare, creamy skin teased him mercilessly.

She knew he was watching. She always knew.

For three weeks the curvy little tease had been driving him insane. Lingering in his doorway with her full tits straining the buttons of her white blouse. Bending over his desk to point out figures on spreadsheets, giving him an eyeful of deep, soft cleavage. “Accidentally” brushing her round ass against his crotch when she passed him in the narrow space behind her desk. Each time her green eyes had flicked up to his with that innocent little smile that wasn’t innocent at all.

Alexander’s cock had been half-hard for most of the day. Now it was a steel bar trapped behind his zipper.

He rose from his chair without a sound. The lock on the heavy oak door clicked into place with a finality that made Sophia’s shoulders tighten. She didn’t turn around.

“Working late again, Miss Bennett?” His voice was low, rough, every syllable dripping with the hunger he’d been chaining down for weeks.

She set the folder down slowly. “Just making sure everything is perfect for you, Mr. Kane.”

He crossed the room in three strides. Sophia gasped as his big hand landed on the small of her back, pressing her forward until her full breasts squished against the polished surface of her own desk. Her ass pushed out obscenely, the skirt riding up until the bottom curves of her cheeks spilled free.

“You’ve been waving this fat fucking ass in my face for weeks,” he growled against her ear, letting her feel the hard length of his cock grind against her. “Bending over, biting your lip, looking at me like you want to be bent over and used. Tell me I’m wrong.”