Monday dragged. Open-space buzzed. Printer hummed endlessly. Mouse clicks echoed like heartbeats. Coffee stench mixed with my perfume—sharp vanilla, clinging to skin. Franck slunk in late. Bags under eyes. Unshaven. He caught my glare at the coffee machine. Jean-Luc slapped his back, grinning. ‘You two didn’t stop all weekend, huh?’ Franck shushed him. I loaded dossiers. Brushed past. His hand twitched to help. My icy stare froze him.
Hours crawled. Colleagues boxed Narbada dam files. Stress knotted my gut. Franck’s ravings about future disasters haunted. We’d fucked wild Friday. Sheets tangled. Him deep inside, whispering impossibles. Now? He was a liar. Or crazy. Eyes met across desks. Heat flickered. Forbidden pull. Adrenaline spiked. What if caught? Boss’s office loomed.
The Building Tension
Afternoon waned. I slammed my door. Locked it. Click sharp. Franck knocked. Hesitant. ‘Karina, we need to talk.’ Voice low. Urgent. I yanked him in. Door sealed. Printer still whirred outside. Coffee lingered on his breath, blending my scent.
‘Tell me truth.’ I hissed. Pushed him against wall. His cock hardened instant. Through slacks. Eyes locked. Tension crackled. Fingers gripped his shirt. Ripped open. Buttons pinged floor.
The Explosion hit. No words. I shoved him to desk. Papers flew. Dam blueprints scattered. His hands yanked my skirt up. No panties. Wet already. ‘Fuck, Karina, you’re soaked.’ Rough whisper. Fingers plunged in. Two. Hard. I gasped. Bit lip. Mouse cord tangled feet.
The Wild Release and Cool Mask
Bent over desk. Ass high. He unzipped. Thick cock sprang free. Slapped my thigh. ‘Gonna fuck that doubt out.’ Slammed in. Raw. No rubber. Balls deep. Desk creaked. Files crunched under elbows. Thrusts brutal. Fast. Printer outside droned on. Like our heartbeats.
‘Harder, you bastard.’ I growled. Pushed back. Walls thin. Voices murmured hall. Risk burned. His hand clamped mouth. Muffled moans. Cock stretched. Pounded cervix. Sweat dripped. Coffee-perfume haze choked air. Climax built. Tension snapped.
I came first. Shuddered. Pussy clenched. Juices slicked thighs. He grunted. Pulled hair. ‘Take it.’ Hot spurts flooded. Deep. Overflowed. Dripped desk.
The Mask dropped quick. Pulled off. Zipped. Skirt down. Wiped thighs with tissue. Straights hair. Lipstick fixed. He buttoned shirt. Grinned shaky. ‘Boss waits.’ Door unlocked. Click. Stepped out. Cool nods to stares. Meeting next. Like nothing. Adrenaline buzzed. Secret sealed. Dam project? Fuck it. This rush? Pure power.