Jim and Angela ()

The air was thick with tension in the office of Dunder Mifflin as Jim and Angela found themselves alone after hours. The rest of the staff had gone home, leaving the two of them to finish up some last minute work. Jim could feel the sexual tension between them, and he knew that Angela was feeling it too. He had always been attracted to her, but he never thought it would go beyond a harmless office crush.

But as he looked at her now, her pencil skirt hugging her curves and her blouse stretched tight over her ample chest, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have her in his bed. Jim couldn't resist any longer and he leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, 'I want you, Angela. I've always wanted you.'

Angela's eyes widened in shock and her first instinct was to push him away. But she couldn't deny the heat building between her legs at his words. She was frustrated and lonely, stuck in a loveless marriage to the uptight Dwight. And Jim, with his charm and wit, had always been a tempting distraction. Before she could stop herself, she was kissing him back, her hands finding their way into his hair as their tongues danced together.

Their kisses grew more urgent and passionate, their bodies pressed tightly together. Angela's hands roamed over Jim's body, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. She moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down to her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer to him. Jim couldn't take it anymore and he lifted her up onto his desk, Angela's legs wrapping around his waist as he ground against her, their minds consumed with lust.

With trembling hands, Jim began to unbutton Angela's blouse, revealing her lacy bra underneath. He couldn't resist running his hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. 'God, you're so beautiful,' he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

Angela couldn't believe how good it felt to have Jim's hands on her, his touch igniting a fire within her. She reached for his zipper, wanting to feel him inside her, but Jim stopped her. 'No, Angela. Not like this. Not in this office. I want to take you somewhere more private.'

Angela nodded, knowing that he was right. She wanted this to be special, not just a quick office romp. She followed Jim as he led her to the conference room, locking the door behind them. The room was dark, with only the streetlights outside casting a soft glow through the windows. But it was enough for Jim to see the desire burning in Angela's eyes.

He pushed her up against the wall, his mouth finding hers once again as he ran his hands over her body, slowly undressing her. Angela's breath hitched as Jim's hands grazed her bare skin, making her ache for more. She needed him inside her now, but Jim was teasing her, taking his time to savor every inch of her.

Finally, he lifted her onto the conference table, spreading her legs wide. Angela's heart was racing as she watched Jim undress, his cock standing proud and ready for her. He climbed onto the table, positioning himself between her legs as he leaned down to kiss her again.

But this time, his kiss was different. It wasn't gentle and loving like before. It was rough, almost bruising, as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. Angela could feel a wave of fear wash over her, but it was quickly overtaken by the overwhelming need building within her.

Jim positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock before suddenly thrusting inside her. Angela gasped, the pain of his intrusion mixed with pleasure. She tried to push him away, but Jim didn't stop, he just gripped her hips tighter and began to thrust in and out of her with a ferocity that took her breath away.

Angela was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain as Jim fucked her mercilessly. She wanted to cry out, but she couldn't find her voice. She just clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he took her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed.

Jim's thrusts grew harder and faster, his grunts and curses filling the room as he claimed her as his own. He could feel her walls tightening around him, and he knew she was close. He wanted to make her come undone, to hear her scream his name as she climaxed.

He leaned down, his lips finding her ear as he whispered, 'Come for me, Angela. Let me hear you scream my name.'

And that was all it took. Angela's body convulsed as she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Jim followed soon after, exploding inside her with a groan of satisfaction.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies still joined. For a moment, Angela let herself believe that this was more than just a one-time fling, that Jim could be the one to make her happy. But as he pulled out of her and dressed himself, she realized the harsh truth. This was just another office hookup, a dirty secret that would never be spoken of again.

But as she watched Jim walk away, her body sore but satisfied, she couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance for something more between them. Only time would tell. But for now, she would savor the memory of the most intense, passionate, and yes, even **** sex, she had ever experienced.