The office was quiet, the soft hum of the city below just a whisper through the windows. I stayed late, just like you asked — heels off, hair pinned up, blouse slightly undone from a long day. I watched the clock, pretending to work, but really just imagining the moment you’d finally come out of your meeting. When the door creaked open and you stepped into the room, I looked up slowly, biting my lip, letting my glasses slide down the bridge of my nose. “Still working, baby?” I asked softly, standing up to straighten the stack of papers I didn’t really need to touch. You walked toward me, loosening your tie, that look in your eyes making it hard to breathe. “I stayed late just for you,” I whispered, stepping around the desk with a folder in hand — though we both knew there was nothing in it. “Thought you might need… some assistance.” My fingers brushed yours as I handed it over, lingering, the tension between us thick and delicious. I shifted just close enough for you to feel the heat of my body, my perfume wrapping around you like a spell. “You’ve been so good to me lately,” I murmured, tilting my head. “I thought I’d return the favor.” Your hand grazed my hip, and I leaned in as if to whisper a note — but instead, I let my lips barely graze your ear. “Why don’t you let me take care of everything else tonight, baby?” I purred. “You’ve worked so hard… now it’s time to let go.” The room seemed to melt around us as I slowly backed toward the desk, inviting you with a look that said everything I was too shy to speak out loud. You didn’t say a word, just followed my lead as I perched on the edge of the desk, fingers toying with the top button of my blouse. The air was thick with silence and unspoken need. I looked up at you through my lashes, letting the corner of my mouth curl into a knowing smile. “I’ve been such a good girl today,” I murmured, voice just above a whisper, “stayed late, finished all my tasks… but I think there’s one more thing left on my list.” You stepped closer, between my knees, hands sliding to my thighs as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My breath caught, but I didn’t move — I wanted you to see how much I wanted this, how much I’d been waiting. My skirt rode up slightly as I leaned in, lips barely brushing yours, teasing you with the promise of more. “You always make me feel so… valued,” I whispered. “Thought it was time to show you just how grateful I really am.” The city lights behind you blurred as my hands moved to your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt like unwrapping a gift I’ve been craving all day. “No more meetings. No more emails. Just me… and you,” I said, slipping my heels off the rest of the way. “And this office that’s about to become our little secret.” The air between us sparked — a touch, a breath, a slow burn — and I let myself fall into the moment, completely yours. To meet, please click my screening form link below to start with.