Leah Jayne’s heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she strode into the office, her curves hugged by a pencil skirt that left little to the imagination. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her blue eyes sparkled behind her glasses. She had always been told she looked like a librarian, but today she felt like a seductress.
Mr. Thompson, her new boss, was a tall, dark-haired man with piercing green eyes. He was known for his sharp wit and even sharper suits. Leah had heard whispers about his reputation with women, but she wasn’t one to gossip. She was, however, intrigued.
Their first encounter happened in his office, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the large windows. He was leaning against his desk, a file in his hand, when she entered. “Leah, right?” he said, his voice deep and commanding. She nodded, her heart fluttering. “Close the door,” he instructed, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Over the next few weeks, Leah found herself drawn to Mr. Thompson. She caught him looking at her more than once, his gaze lingering on her lips or her legs. She started wearing skirts that were just a little shorter, blouses that were just a little tighter. She wanted him to notice her.
One day, he called her into his office. “Leah,” he said, sitting on the edge of his desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” She stood in front of him, her breath hitching in her throat. “About what?” she managed to ask. He leaned in, his voice low. “About how distracting you are.”
Leah stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. “Distracting, sir?”
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, Leah. You’re very… distracting.”
Leah’s heart was pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, her voice steady. “Maybe I should do something about that, sir.”
Mr. Thompson raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
Leah nodded, her eyes locked onto his. “Yes, sir. Maybe I should show you just how distracting I can be.”
He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “I think that can be arranged.”
Leah felt a warmth spread through her. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. He hesitated for a moment, then kissed her back, his hand cupping her cheek. She pushed further, her tongue tracing his lips, and he opened up for her, his tongue meeting hers.
Mr. Thompson pulled away, his breath ragged. “Leah, we can’t do this here.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Then where, sir?”
He took her hand, leading her to the door. “My place. Tonight. Be there at seven.”
That night, Leah stood at Mr. Thompson’s door, her heart pounding. He answered the door, his eyes scanning her body, taking in the red dress that hugged her curves. “You look… edible,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Leah stepped inside, her hand reaching for his tie. “And what do you want to do, sir?”
He smirked, his hand wrapping around her waist. “I want to taste you, Leah. All of you.”
He led her to the couch, his mouth finding hers. His hands explored her body, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him.
He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping, his hand squeezing the other. Leah gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Mr. Thompson lowered her to the couch, his hand slipping under her skirt, his fingers finding her wetness. She bucked against him, her moans filling the room. “You’re so wet, Leah,” he murmured, his fingers sliding inside her.
She moaned, her hips moving against his hand. “Yes, sir. For you.”
He smiled, his fingers moving faster. “Good girl.”
Leah felt her orgasm building, her body tensing. “Please, sir,” she begged. “Please, let me come.”
He chuckled, his fingers slowing down. “Not yet, Leah. Not until I’m inside you.”
Leah whimpered, her body aching for release. Mr. Thompson stood up, his tie gone, his shirt unbuttoned. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Leah licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his cock. “May I, sir?”
He nodded, a smirk on his face. She leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around his cock. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around his tip.
“Fuck, Leah,” he groaned. “You’re so good at that.”
She looked up at him, her eyes watering as she took him deeper. He thrust into her mouth, his groans filling the room. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva.
“On your knees, Leah,” he instructed. She complied, her ass in the air, her pussy wet and ready. He knelt behind her, his fingers spreading her cheeks. She felt his tongue, hot and wet, against her ass. She moaned, her fingers gripping the cushions.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his tongue sliding inside her.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Yes, I do.”
He pulled out, his cock replacing his tongue. She felt the head of his cock against her ass, and she pushed back, wanting him inside her. He groaned, his cock sliding in slowly.
“Fuck, Leah,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”
She moaned, her body adjusting to his size. He started to move, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. She pushed back against him, her body meeting his thrusts.
“Harder, sir,” she begged. “Please, harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. She moaned, her body aching for more. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. She gasped, her body tensing as he rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me, Leah,” he commanded. She did, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.
They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat. Mr. Thompson pulled her into his lap, his arms wrapping around her. “That was… unexpected,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Leah smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Unexpectedly good, sir?”
He chuckled, his fingers tracing her spine. “Unexpectedly good, Leah. Unexpectedly good.”
They spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, their moans and groans filling the room. As the sun rose, Leah lay in Mr. Thompson’s arms, her body sated and satisfied. She knew that their relationship would be complicated, but she didn’t care. She had what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to let it go without a fight.