The soft hum of the city outside my office window provided the only soundtrack as I stared at the clock. It was 8:47 p.m., far too late for anyone but the cleaning staff to still be in the building. Yet, there was a light knock on my door.
“Come in,” I called, leaning back in my chair.
The door opened, and there she was— Ella, my secretary, with her usual graceful look. She was holding a stack of files, her tailored blouse tucked neatly into her pencil skirt.
“I thought you might need these before tomorrow’s meeting,” she said, crossing the room to place the files on my desk.
“Thank you, Ella,” I replied, though my focus wasn’t entirely on the files but on her exposed cleavage. “You didn’t have to stay so late.”
She shrugged, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. “I don’t mind. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t drown in paperwork.”
Her teasing tone made me smile. Ella had always been good at balancing professionalism with warmth, but lately, our interactions had felt different— charged.
I couldn’t pinpoint when it started, but every glance, every accidental brush of her hand, seemed to linger longer than it should.
“Are you always this dedicated?” I asked, leaning forward slightly.
She tilted her head, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Only for you.”
The words hung in the air between us, and I swore I saw her cheeks flush, though she didn’t look away.
“Ella…” I began, unsure of what I wanted to say.
“Yes?” she replied, her voice softer now. She perched on the edge of my desk, her fingers idly tracing the corner of a file.
I hesitated, torn between the boundaries I knew I should respect and the pull I felt every time she was near. “You’ve been with me for, what, two years now?”
“Two years and four months,” she corrected with a small laugh. “Not that I’m counting.”
“And in that time, you’ve never once made me feel unprofessional for… noticing you.”
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, but her smile didn’t waver. “Noticing me?”
I exhaled, leaning back in my chair. “You’re smart, capable, and… fucking beautiful. It’s hard not to notice.”
Ella’s gaze softened, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she reached out, her hand brushing against mine as it rested on the desk.
“I could say the same about you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
My heart raced as I looked up at her. “Ella, I don’t want to be one of those clichés— the boss who sleeps with her secretary.”
“Then don’t be,” she said simply, her fingers lingering on mine. “But if you’re asking me if I’ve thought about this, about us… the answer is yes.”
Her honesty stunned me. I sat there, searching her face for hesitation, for doubt, but there was none. Instead, there was something else— desire, mirrored in my own chest.
“Ella,” I said again, but this time her name came out as a plea.
She slid closer, her hand now fully covering mine. “You don’t have to say anything. But if you feel the same way, don’t overthink it. Just… be here with me.”
Her words dissolved the last of my resistance. I stood, closing the space between us. Ella’s breath hitched as I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek.
“You’re sure?” I asked, my voice barely steady.
Her answer was to lean in, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both soft and searing.
The world seemed to tilt as I pulled her closer, my hands finding her waist. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck as the kiss deepened. The tension that had been simmering between us for months finally erupted, consuming us both.
When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, she smiled at me.
“Still worried about being a cliche?” she teased.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Not anymore.”
She took my hand, her fingers intertwined with mine. “Good. Because we’re definitely not done here.”
Ella tugged my hand gently, her steps deliberate as she led me away from the desk. My heart raced as we crossed the room, every inch of my body aware of her proximity. When we reached the small couch in the corner of my office, she turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Do you want this?” she asked softly, her voice steady but her gaze searching.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” I whispered, closing the gap between us.
Her hands found the lapels of my blazer, sliding it off my shoulders with a confidence that made my breath hitch. I let it fall to the floor as her hands moved to the buttons of my blouse, her fingers nimble and precise.
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” I asked, my voice trembling as I watched her undress me.
She looked up, a playful smile on her lips. “I told you, I have. More times than I should admit.”
I reached out, threading my fingers through her hair, dislodging the neat bun she’d worn all day. Her dark waves tumbled down, framing her face in a way that made her even more breathtaking. I pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and passionate, savoring the way she melted into me.
Her hands slipped under my blouse, tracing the curve of my waist before sliding upward. My skin tingled under her touch, every movement igniting a fire that had been smoldering for far too long.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured against my lips, her words sending a rush of heat through me.
I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. “So are you.”
Her cheeks flushed, but her confidence didn’t waver. She stepped back slightly, her hands moving to the buttons of her own blouse. I watched, captivated, as she revealed inch after inch of smooth, golden skin. When she finally let the fabric fall to the floor, I couldn’t hold back.
I closed the distance between us, my hands finding her waist as I kissed her again, this time with more urgency. She responded in kind, her hands sliding over my shoulders and down my back, pulling me closer.
We sank onto the couch together, our bodies tangling as the tension between us exploded into passion. Ella’s lips never left mine as her hands explored, her touch confident yet gentle.
“Am I dreaming?” I whispered as she kissed her way down my neck.
She laughed softly, the sound warm and intoxicating. “If you are, I hope you never wake up.”
Her words made me smile, and I tilted her chin up, claiming her lips once more. The world outside my office ceased to exist as we both stripped completely naked.
I mounted Ella, grinding my clit against hers until our loud moans filled the room as ecstacy washed over us.
We were definitely cliche, but I loved it. Every bit.
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