Printer hums in the corner. Open-space buzzes with keyboards clicking. Colleagues glance over files. I catch Marc’s eye across desks. He’s my client liaison, sharp suit, hungry stare. We just wrapped a financing pitch for his beauty salon. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume—vanilla tease. Heart races. He lingers by my desk. ‘Need to discuss Ayaan’s hiring details,’ he whispers. Nods to conference room. Door clicks shut behind us. Lock snaps. Echoes loud. Tension thickens. Air heavy. His hand brushes my hip. I lean on table, skirt tight. Eyes lock. ‘You smell incredible,’ he growls. Fingers trace thigh. Stockings whisper. I bite lip. ‘We shouldn’t.’ But pussy throbs. Chair scrapes. He pulls me close. Breath hot on neck. Coffee mug rattles nearby. Mouse clicks faint outside. Door rattles—no one’s checking. His mouth crashes mine. Tongue invades. Hands yank blouse open. Buttons pop. Bra exposed. Nipples harden instant. ‘Fuck, Karine, you’re soaked already.’ Skirt hikes up. Panties aside. Fingers plunge in. Wet squelch. I gasp. Table edge digs back. Legs spread wide. Open-space murmurs filter through. Any knock now… adrenaline surges. He drops to knees. Licks slow. Tongue laps clit. Circles endless. No rush. Unlike hubby. Pure tease. Moans escape. Hand clamps mouth. Printer whirs louder, masking. Perfume clings—musky now with arousal. Fingers curl inside. G-spot hit. Knees buckle. ‘Gonna fuck you raw.’ Pants unzip. Cock springs free. Thick, veined. Pre-cum glistens. I stroke fast. Grip tight. He groans. Bends me over table. Papers scatter. Dossiers fly. Ass up. Heels dig carpet. Tip nudges slit. One thrust—balls deep. Grunt. Stretch burns sweet. Desk creaks. Rhythm builds. Slaps echo soft. Pussy grips. Juices drip thighs. ‘Quiet, slut,’ he hisses. Pounds harder. Coffee smell turns bitter-sweet with sweat. Clit throbs untouched. I grind back. Fingers find it. Rub frantic. Build so fast. His balls smack ass. Wet smacks mix printer drone. ‘Cum for me.’ Voice rough. I shatter. Walls clench cock. Muffled cry. Waves crash. He pulls out. Strokes furious. Hot ropes hit ass. Drip down crack. Pant heavy. ‘Fuck… insane.’ Door lock clicks open. Quick wipe with tissue. Skirt smooths. Blouse buttons shaky. Perfume sprays fresh. Hair tucked. Glance mirror—flush cheeks glow. ‘Meeting’s set for Ayaan Monday.’ Casual tone. He smirks. Zips up. Back to open-space. Colleagues nod. No clue. Pussy leaks cum into panties. Chair damp. Next report looms. Smile pro. Legs cross tight. Adrenaline lingers. Boss calls. ‘Karine, boardroom now.’ Rise smooth. Walk steady. Cum trickles slow. Secret fuels fire. Workday peaks ahead.