Early morning light filters through the glass walls of the greenhouse office. Humid air hits me like a hot bath. Plants everywhere—orangetrees, lemons, jasmine crates stacked high. Pierre waits by his desk, face calm as always. But his eyes burn. I delayed on purpose. Make him want me more. Heart pounds. Footsteps light on the tile. Door creaks open. Click—locked behind me.
Printer hums in the corner, spitting reports. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume—musky vanilla. Sharp. Intoxicating. He steps close. ‘Finally here, Solange.’ Voice low. I tease. ‘Impatient?’ He grabs my waist. Pulls me in. Lips crash. Tongue forces entry. I push back. Heel hits something—a fallen pen. Stumble into his arms again. Destiny, he whispers. Kiss deepens. Hands roam.
Rising Tension
Open space outside buzzes faintly. Colleagues arrive soon. Risk spikes adrenaline. His fingers hike my skirt. ‘Want you now.’ I gasp. ‘Not here.’ But body betrays. Nipples hard against blouse. He pins me to desk. Papers scatter. Mouse clicks echo as cord tugs. Coffee mug tips—dark spill. Aroma stronger. His belt unbuckles. Zipper rasps. Cock springs free. Thick. Veined. Ready.
No time for slow. I hop up. Legs spread. Panties yanked aside. ‘Fuck me quick,’ I hiss. Dirty need. He thrusts in. Raw. Deep. Desk shakes. Printer whirs louder, masking groans. Skin slaps skin. Wet sounds fill humid air. ‘So tight,’ he grunts. Pounds harder. My heels dig his ass. ‘Harder, Pierre. Make me cum.’ Jasmine scent overwhelms. Sweat beads. Tension coils.
Explosive Release
Eyes lock. Green on brown. Jealousy from that photo we found—his ex? Forgotten in lust. Balls slap my ass. G-spot hammered. Orgasm builds fast. ‘Gonna fill you,’ he growls. I clench. Explode. Walls pulse. Scream muffled in his neck. He follows. Hot spurts deep inside. Pulse after pulse. We pant. Sticky mess.
Clock ticks. Seven approaches. Gardeners—workers—due soon. He pulls out. Cum drips. I wipe quick. Straighten skirt. Button blouse. Hair pinned back. Perfume masks sex smell. Coffee rinsed. Papers straightened. Door unlocks. Click. I slip out first. Cool hall air chills thighs. Glance back—smile wicked.
Back to open space. Meetings wait. Act normal. Legs shaky. Pussy throbs. His seed leaks into panties. Secret thrill. Boss nods casual. ‘Good morning.’ I smile serene. Ambitious pro. Lust hidden. Adrenaline high. No one suspects. Yet.