“That’s not good enough.”
Lena pushed her glasses up and let her gaze rest on Lukas as if he had suggested determining the numbers with a dice. The neon light hummed, casting harsh shadows on the piles of files. Heat rose to his face – not because of her criticism, but because her pupils dilated as she looked at him. She leaned back, arms crossed over her chest, lips slightly parted.
“What exactly do you mean by ‘not good enough’?” he asked, striving for a calm tone, though his pulse hammered.
She pointed at the monitor. “The breakdown is too coarse. I need details – every single position, otherwise the presentation will blow up in our faces.” Her voice sounded cutting, but her hand, gliding over the table, trembled barely perceptibly.
Lukas swallowed. It was ten in the evening, rain lashing against the window front of the twenty-second floor. The floor lay deserted, only the desk lamp cast a warm cone of light onto the documents.
“I can reprocess the data,” he said softly. “It’ll take time.”
“Then it takes time.” Lena stood up, walked to the coffee machine, which quietly hissed as it made a double espresso. Her skirt tightened over her thighs as she bent over. The fabric traced the curve of her ass, and Lukas forced himself to look away – yet his thoughts were faster than his will.
“You too?” she asked, placing a second cup next to his keyboard. The scent of roasted beans mingled with the light musk of her perfume.
“Yes, thanks.” He took the cup, their fingers touching for a fraction of a second. A tingle shot up his arm that he couldn’t ignore. She didn’t let her hand drop immediately, holding the contact a moment longer than necessary.
“You’ve been working here three weeks now,” she said, sitting back down and crossing her legs. “I’ve been watching you. You’re ambitious. Maybe too ambitious.”
He looked up. “What do you mean by that?”
“You want to prove to me that you’re better than the others.” A smile played at the corners of her mouth. “I like that.”
Lukas felt his pulse quicken. The silence between them was charged, heavy like the air before a storm. He took a sip of coffee, the bitterness burning on his tongue.
“Maybe I want to prove more to you,” he replied softly. The risk was great, but fatigue made him bold.
Lena raised an eyebrow. “For example?”
He stood up, walked around the desk. Their eyes met, and this time neither looked away. He stopped half a meter in front of her, close enough to hear the soft rustle of her breath.
“That I understand more than just numbers,” he said, placing his hand on the back of her chair. She didn’t lean back, but leaned forward, her chest almost against his stomach.
“Convince me,” she whispered.
The Kiss of Decision
Lukas bent down, his lips touching hers. At first hesitant, exploring. She opened her mouth, let his tongue in, which intertwined deeply with hers. The taste of coffee and something sweet, maybe lipstick. Her hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, while the chair creaked under them. He felt her body, soft and warm, and his desire grew with every second. His hand slid into her neck, fingers buried in her hair, as he deepened the kiss. She reciprocated with a passion that surprised him – no trace of the controlled boss from before.
He pulled away, looked into her eyes, now dark and wide. “My office,” she said hoarsely, stood up, and took his hand. He followed her through the hallway, past dark meeting rooms where the chairs stood like silent witnesses. Her office was larger than his workspace, with a long mahogany table and a leather armchair. The air smelled of paper and her perfume. She closed the door, turned the key.
“No interruptions,” she murmured and pressed him against the wall. Her mouth found his neck, sucking at the spot where his pulse beat. Lukas groaned softly, his hands gliding over her back, feeling the fabric of the blouse, beneath it the warmth of her skin. She unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers trembling with haste. He helped her, slipping the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands ran over his chest, the muscles under the smooth skin, and she breathed a kiss onto his collarbone.
“Slowly,” he whispered, but she shook her head.
“No time. I want you now.” Her voice sounded rough, thick with desire. She opened his belt, let his pants fall. He stepped out, standing before her in boxers, his cock clearly outlined. She let her gaze wander, a smile on her lips.
“Not bad for an intern,” she said and let her hand glide over the bulge. He flinched as her fingers stretched the fabric. Then she unzipped her skirt, let it fall. Underneath she wore a black lace thong that hugged her hips.
The Desk as a Stage
Lukas stepped closer, his hands gripping her waist, lifting her onto the edge of the desk. Papers rustled, a pen rolled away and fell to the floor. She opened her legs, pulling him between them. Her blouse was still buttoned, but the top buttons had come undone, revealing the edge of her black bra. He bent forward, kissing her neck, while his fingers opened the bra. Her breasts fell out, firm, with dark nipples that stiffened under his gaze. He took one in his mouth, sucking gently, while she moaned softly and pressed his head against her.
“Yes, just like that,” she groaned. Her hand wandered down his stomach, slipped under the waistband of his boxers, gripping his cock. It was hard, the tip wet with pre-cum. She stroked it, massaged the length, while he sucked on her nipple. The tenderness surprised him – he had expected harshness, but she gave herself to him. Her fingers played with the sensitive tip, and he groaned against her skin.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, pulling at his shorts until they gave way. His cock sprang free, hitting her thigh. She pushed the thong aside, exposing her wet slit. In the faint light of the desk lamp, he saw how her labia glistened, wet with her arousal. He dipped a finger into her, feeling her warmth and tightness, and she gasped.
He straightened up, guiding the tip to her opening. She held her breath, her eyes wide. With a slow, steady motion, he entered her. She was tight, hot, and as he
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