Printer whirs in the corner. Non-stop. Black ink spits out balance sheets. Coffee aroma hangs thick, mixing with my sharp perfume. Mouse clicks echo sharp. Open space buzzes beyond the glass wall. Sab types furiously on her laptop. Clients chatter in the salon next door. I’m buried in dossiers. Second institute acquisition papers. Stress knots my neck. Door creaks. Paille slips in. My Paille. Tall, quiet eyes burning. He locks it. Click. Metal bites home. Heart slams. ‘Review these,’ I mutter, shoving files his way. But his gaze drops. Skirt hugs my thighs. Blouse strains over tits. He knows. I know. Deadline looms. Meeting with Sab in ten. His hand brushes my knee under the desk. Electric. I shift. Legs part slight. Printer drones on. Coffee cools. Perfume clings sweaty. Eyes lock over spreadsheets. His foot nudges mine. Slow. Teasing. Open space hums. Sab glances up. Fuck. Looks away. Adrenaline spikes. Hierarchy flips. I’m boss. He’s mine. Secret. Door locked. But glass walls. Risk pulses. Fingers itch. His on my thigh now. Higher. Heat builds. Breath quick. ‘Numbers good?’ I whisper. Voice husky. He nods. Grins faint. Mouse click. Fake work. His hand cups pussy through panties. Wet already. Soaked. I bite lip. Printer spits another page. Clatter. His fingers slip inside. Stroke clit. Slow circles. Gasp escapes. Cover with cough. Sab texts: Ready? Stall. I type back: Five mins. Tension coils tight. His eyes say fuck me. Now. I stand. Pretend stretch. Bump desk. Papers rustle. He rises. Behind me. Hard cock presses ass. Through pants. Thick. Ready. I lean forward. Hands on desk. Skirt hikes easy. No words. Pure need. He yanks panties aside. Rough. Zipper rasps. Cock springs free. Slaps wet slit. Then thrusts. Deep. Brutal. Fills me. ‘Fuck,’ I hiss. Desk creaks. Printer hums louder. Coffee scent turns musky. Sweat. Sex. He pounds. Fast. Hard. Balls slap. Pussy grips. ‘Quiet, boss lady,’ he growls low. Dirty. I love it. Push back. Take every inch. Tits bounce. Blouse gaps. Nipples hard. Glass wall taunts. Sab stands. Walks by. Freeze. He stops. Buried balls-deep. Pulse throbs inside. She passes. Gone. He resumes. Savage. Hand over mouth. Muffles moans. ‘Gonna cum in you,’ he grunts. Yes. Flood me. Tension snaps. Orgasm rips. Legs shake. Pussy clenches. Milks him. He groans soft. Jets hot. Deep. Fills. Overflow. Drip down thighs. Collapses forward. Panting. Printer finishes. Quiet now. He pulls out. Wet pop. Cum leaks. Quick wipe with tissue. Perfume masks sex stink. Straighten skirt. Fix hair. Blouse tucked. Makeup check. Mirror perfect. Unlock door. Click. Smile cool. ‘Ready, Sab?’ Call out. She nods. Enters. No clue. Paille slips papers over. Sits casual. Coffee sip. I stride to meeting room. Legs jelly. Pussy throbs. Cum squelches panties. Adrenaline buzz. Serious face on. Luxure hides deep. Boss mode. But inside? Wrecked. Blissed. His eyes wink. Promise more. Fuck, I love this life.