Secret Spring Fling at the Office

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You shouldn’t be in here.

That’s the first thing I whisper, my breath hot against your neck, as I quietly click the lock on the office door behind you. The hallway is still busy — the occasional shuffle of shoes, a distant phone ringing. It makes your pulse race… and mine too.

But you didn’t knock.
You just slipped in like you knew I’d be waiting. And you weren’t wrong.

I turn slowly, letting my eyes drag over you like fingertips.
“Someone’s feeling bold today…” I murmur, stepping closer. The scent of your cologne mixes with the soft warmth of spring air drifting through the cracked window. I press a hand flat against your chest and feel your heart thudding beneath it. Fast. Reckless.

God, I love that.

My lips brush your ear, voice barely above a breath. “You’ve been teasing me all week… these emails, those little looks across the meeting room…”
I tug at your tie — just enough to make you exhale sharply.
“…And now you think you can waltz in here during work hours and not get punished?”

You try to speak. I hush you with a finger against your lips.

“Uh-uh. Not a sound. You want someone to hear us?”

I push you back slowly against the door, the quiet thud echoing in the small space. It’s all hushed movement now — the rustle of clothes, a quick unzip, the hitch of breath as I sink to my knees between your legs.

Outside, someone walks past.
We both freeze.

I look up at you with a wicked smile. “We’ve got to be quick,” I whisper. “But I’m going to enjoy every second…”

Your hands thread into my hair, tugging ever so gently as my lips part, and I take you in — warm, wet, sinful.

I hum softly against you, loving the way your knees threaten to give out.

You brace one hand against the door, the other gripping the edge of the desk behind you. My name falls from your lips in a broken, whispered moan. I shush you again with a playful slap to your thigh, eyes gleaming.
“Don’t make me gag you with your tie, baby…”

It’s messy. It’s hot. It’s so wrong.

But as you twitch and pulse against my tongue, I know I’ve got you right where I want you. And just as you’re about to fall apart — I stop.

I pull back, wipe my mouth, and stand slowly, straightening my skirt.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you finish… here, did you?”

I lean in and whisper against your ear one last time:

“Finish your work. Then meet me in the parking lot after five. I’ll be waiting. No interruptions. And this time? You won’t get off so easy…”