She follows

The young woman stood, clutching a stack of documents, and followed you back to your office. Her heels clicked sharply on the linoleum hallway, the sound echoing like a metronome. At your door, you pushed it open and motioned her inside. You shot Nicole a stern look. “I’ll be out in a few minutes to finish the day’s casting. Do not disturb me.” Then you shut the door with a decisive click.

You settled behind your desk, pulse racing, cock already straining against your trousers. Stephanie stepped closer—footfalls muffled on the plush carpet—and laid the paperwork in front of you. She pointed to the signature lines with long, manicured nails. Her curves brushed your arm; her perfume, sweet and heady, flooded the room.

You scrawled your name, then seized her wrist and pressed her palm to the rigid bulge in your pants. Her tongue darted across her lips. “Maybe you can help me with this before you go back to Angela.”

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing crimson. “B-but I—I don’t know what you mean…”

You leaned in, lips grazing her ear. “Don’t play coy, Stephanie. I see the hunger in your eyes.”

She trembled, biting her lip, clearly torn. Before she could protest, you crushed your mouth to her neck, tasting salt and warmth. Her resistance melted; a soft moan escaped as you trailed kisses to her collarbone.

Without breaking eye contact, you hooked your fingers under her panties, slid them down her thighs, and pushed her skirt higher. She shuddered as you teased her slick entrance with deliberate strokes.

“Please,” she whispered, urgency cracking her voice.

You eased her onto the desk, papers scattering. Your own need surged. You freed your rock-hard cock, lined up, and thrust deep in one smooth stroke. Twin moans filled the room.

You moved inside her, slow at first, then harder. Stephanie’s head fell back in ecstasy, nails raking your shoulders as she matched every thrust with **** fervor.