The silent promise in his office glance
# Office Temptation ## Chapter 1 — Glances The air in the open-plan office was stale, recycled and scentless, but a different current crackled between the rows of desks. Chloe felt it, a physical pull that tightened low in her belly every
Chapter 1
The air in the open-plan office was stale, recycled and scentless, but a different current crackled between the rows of desks. Chloe felt it, a physical pull that tightened low in her belly every time she walked past Leo’s glass-walled office. Today, he was leaning against the doorframe, his lean, muscular frame outlined by the harsh fluorescent light behind him. The fine wool of his trousers stretched taut over powerful thighs as he shifted, his brown eyes meeting hers from across the room. They weren’t playful, not yet—they were serious, intense, holding a question that stole the air from her lungs.
Her own smile felt shy, betraying the adventurous pulse thrumming beneath her skin. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, the movement causing her blouse to pull just so across her chest. His gaze didn’t wander, but it deepened, tracing the hint of curve, the promise of what he knew was there. Perfect. Not too much, never not enough. The dimple in her cheek vanished as she swallowed, turning away. The silent, electric space between them was already a form of extended foreplay, a wicked promise of everything that was forbidden. And everything she desperately wanted.
Chapter 2
Her phone buzzed on the desk, a secret vibration against the laminate. Chloe’s breath caught as she read the text.
*‘My wife found your lipstick on my collar—she wants to meet you tonight.’*
The world tilted. Her heart hammered, a frantic drum against her ribs. She was scrambling for a reply, her fingers clumsy with panic, when a second notification lit up the screen.
*‘Just kidding. But she's out of town.’*
A wave of dizzying relief crashed through her, followed immediately by a hotter, sharper spike of anticipation. She looked up. Leo was watching her from his office doorway, his phone held loosely in his hand. He wasn’t smiling.
She typed back, her thumbs moving quickly. *‘Not funny.’*
*‘It was a little funny,’* he replied instantly. *‘Your face just now was worth it.’*
“You’re a jerk,” she said aloud, her voice carrying just enough across the quiet office.
He finally smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “Come in here.”
It wasn’t a request. She stood, smoothing her skirt, and walked the short distance. His office door clicked shut behind her, sealing them in a silent, glass-walled world.
“That was cruel,” she said, leaning against his desk.
“It was a test.” His brown eyes were serious again, tracing the line of her throat. “To see if you’d run.”
“And?”
“You didn’t.” He stepped closer, his lean build a shadow blocking the fluorescent light. The air between them grew thick, charged. “She left this morning. Won’t be back until Sunday.”
The implication hung there, a promise wrapped in a confession. Chloe’s playful facade melted into something shyer, more vulnerable. “So what does that mean?”
His hand came up, his thumb brushing just beneath her bottom lip, where her lipstick would be. “It means the extended foreplay is killing me.” His voice was low, a rough whisper meant only for her. “And we have all weekend to finish what we’ve started.”
Chapter 3
The click of the door lock was a gunshot in the silent room. In one fluid motion, Leo closed the distance, his hands on her hips spinning her around to face the desk. Her palms flattened against the cool laminate, her breath hitching as his powerful body pressed against her from behind. The coarse scrape of his beard against the tender skin of her neck sent a violent shiver down her spine.
His voice was a raw, possessive growl in her ear. “I want to fuck you doggy style right here.”
His hands were ruthless, hiking her skirt up around her waist. The sound of her delicate lace panties tearing was obscenely loud. The cool office air hit her exposed skin, followed immediately by the scorching heat of his palm cupping her. A rough finger plunged into her, finding her soaked and ready. She gasped, her head bowing, a moan trapped in her throat as he worked her with a brutal, knowing rhythm. A second finger joined, stretching her, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit with each thrust.
She heard the rasp of his zipper, the rustle of clothing. The broad, hot crown of his cock pressed against her, not asking, just claiming. With a single, powerful drive of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. The force slammed her against the desk, a jolt of pure, electrifying possession. He set a punishing pace immediately, each deep stroke a conquest. The office, the marriage, the risk—it all melted into the primal slap of skin, his guttural grunts, and the creak of the desk under their weight.
Her climax tore through her without warning, a white-hot detonation that clenched around his invading length, milking him violently. He swore, his rhythm fracturing into frantic, final drives. His release followed, a hot, pulsing flood deep inside her as he ground his hips against her, his growl a vow against her shoulder. They collapsed together over the desk, spent and trembling, the forbidden act complete.