Late-Night Office Temptress

Lena was the last one still typing when the floor lights dimmed to their nighttime half-glow. It was almost midnight, and the only sound in the high-rise was the low hum of the servers and the soft click of her keyboard. Derek stood behind her, jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching the final slide fill the monitor. Every time she shifted in her chair, the tight pencil skirt rode another inch up her thighs, and the open collar of her blouse slipped lower, the lace edge of her bra flashing white against her skin.

“Slide twelve again,” he said, voice rough from hours of talking. Lena leaned forward to scroll, and the movement pressed the curve of her ass against the front of his trousers. Derek’s breath hitched. He had spent the entire week trying not to stare at the way the skirt hugged every inch of her, or the way her blouse gaped when she bent to pick up a dropped pen. Tonight the office was empty, the door locked, and the tension had nowhere left to hide.

She pointed at a bullet point without looking up. “We should swap the metrics here. Make it punchier.” As she spoke she leaned farther, her breast brushing the inside of his forearm. Heat shot straight through him. Lena paused, then whispered without turning, “I’ve been wet since the last late meeting. Every time you leaned over my shoulder I could feel how hard you were getting.”

Derek’s hand landed on her hip before he could stop it. “I’ve been hard for you all week, Lena.” The words came out low and raw. She straightened slowly, turned, and her fingers found his belt. The metallic slide of the zipper was loud in the quiet room. Her palm cupped him through his boxers and he groaned, hips jerking forward into her touch.

Derek gripped her waist and walked her backward until the edge of the long conference table hit the backs of her thighs. He spun her around, bent her over the polished wood, and shoved the skirt up to her waist. The black thong was already soaked. He hooked two fingers under the thin strap and yanked it aside. One smooth thrust and he was buried inside her, the tight heat of her gripping him all the way to the hilt.