Jeff had been working late again. It was already past nine in the evening and the office was quiet. He was the only one left in the building, or so he thought. Suddenly, he heard a soft knock on the door. It was Emily, his secretary.
"I thought you had already left," Jeff said, looking up from his paperwork.
"I was about to, but then I realized you were still here," Emily replied, giving him a small smile. "I thought I could help you with some of this work to ease the burden."
Jeff nodded, grateful for the offer. Emily was always so efficient and reliable. She was a petite woman with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a conservative business suit, but Jeff couldn't help but notice the way her blouse hugged her curves.
They worked in silence for a while, but then Emily accidentally spilled coffee on Jeff's shirt.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry!" Emily exclaimed, grabbing a napkin to try and clean up the mess.
Jeff chuckled, taking off his shirt. "It's alright, it's just a shirt. I have a change of clothes in my car."
Emily's eyes widened as she took in Jeff's muscular frame. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with defined abs and strong arms. Emily felt a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks as she realized she was staring.
"Your shirt isn't the only thing that's wet," Emily blurted out, before she could stop herself.
Jeff raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that so?"
Emily nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from Jeff's toned chest. She felt a sudden urge to run her fingers over his muscles, to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.
Before she knew what was happening, Jeff was standing in front of her, his hands on her waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Emily responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.
Jeff's hands began to wander, tracing a path up Emily's sides and cupping her breasts. Emily moaned, her nipples hardening beneath her blouse. Jeff's fingers deftly undid the buttons of her blouse, exposing her lacy bra.
"You're so beautiful," Jeff murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
Emily blushed, her heart racing as Jeff traced his fingers over her lace-covered nipples. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with desire.
Jeff's hand slid down her skirt, finding the wetness between her legs. Emily gasped as he began to stroke her, his fingers expertly teasing her clit. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her legs trembling with pleasure.
"Jeff, please," Emily begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
Jeff didn't need any more encouragement. He picked Emily up, setting her down on the desk. He pushed her skirt up, revealing her wet panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside.
Emily wrapped her legs around Jeff's waist, pulling him closer. He entered her slowly, filling her completely. Emily moaned, her nails digging into Jeff's back as he began to thrust.
The build-up was slow and sensual, Jeff's thrusts steady and deep. Emily matched his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
Jeff increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Emily screamed with pleasure, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Jeff followed soon after, his own release triggered by the feel of Emily's muscles clenching around him.
They collapsed onto the desk, their breathing heavy and ragged. Jeff looked down at Emily, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he confessed.
Emily smiled, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Me too."
They straightened themselves up and Jeff put on his fresh shirt. Emily gathered her things and they left the office together, their hands brushing together as they walked out the door.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, Emily turned to Jeff and gave him a wink.
"I guess we'll have to make working late a regular thing," she said, a playful glint in her eye.
Jeff chuckled, his heart filled with warmth and desire.
"I think that's a great idea," he replied, as they walked off into the night, hand in hand.