Printer hums low in the office resource room. Files stacked like library shelves. Coffee scent mixes with my sharp perfume. Colleagues whisper about crushes. Hearts and chocolates on desks. Valentine’s buzz. I chat with the girls. He watches from across the tables. Shy guy, early twenties. Devours me with eyes. Too timid to speak. But he leaves notes. Fiery ones on my desk. Rose today. ‘Be my Valentine.’ Signed X. I crave the mystery.
Mouse clicks echo. His pencil scratches paper. Blue notebook out. He sketches me. Again. Every page me. Fine lines capture my face. Eyes sparkle. Nose pert. Lips full. Hair cascading. I glance over. Lost in thought. Tension coils. Stomach flips. Door to conference room nearby. Open space eyes dart.
The Building Tension
His notebook slips. Hits floor. Friend grabs it. Flips pages. Gasps. Passes to me. My twins in graphite. Tears prick. Joy surges. Heart pounds. Supervisor—bald prick—glares. We laugh too loud. He stands. Charges like bull. But splat. Coffee spill on his shirt. Drip on dome head. He curses. Retreats to bathroom. Perfect distraction.
I bolt. Notebook clutched. Chase him down hall. He waits outside meeting room. Professor drone starts. I sneak up. Hands over eyes. ‘Guess who?’ He turns. Eyes wide. Babbles. I shove notebook at him. ‘Your Valentine knows.’ Pull him inside. Door clicks. Locked.
The Explosive Release
Push him against table. Lips crash. Timid kiss first. Then hungry. Tongues battle. Hands roam. Skirt hikes. His cock strains pants. I unzip. Hard. Thick. Veins pulse. ‘Fuck me, artist boy.’ He groans. Lifts me on desk. Papers scatter. Panties aside. Wet already. He thrusts in. Raw. Deep. Desk creaks. Skin slaps. Printer outside hums oblivious.
‘Harder. Risk it.’ I gasp. Legs wrap. Nails dig back. He pounds. Coffee breath mixes perfume. Sweat beads. Tension explodes. Pussy clenches. He grunts. Fills me. Hot spurts. We shudder. Peak hits. Adrenaline spikes. What if caught?
Pull off. Cum drips. Wipe quick. Skirt smooth. Blouse tucked. Hair fixed. Perfume spritz. Unlock door. Click soft. He zips. Face flushed. I wink. ‘Meeting now.’ Stride out. Heels click. Back to open space. Glance shared. Secret sealed. Act normal. Files shuffle. Mouse clicks resume. No one knows. Buzz lingers. Hierarchy hides my lust. Ambition intact. Thrill eternal.