Chapter 1: Office Affair
The office was a tomb. 6:17 PM, and the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the empty cubicles. Evelyn tapped her pen absently against the desk, the sound hollow in the silence. The stale coffee smell clung to the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the photocopier down the hall. She exhaled, slow and deliberate, her pulse already quickening at the thought of what was coming.
A shadow fell across her keyboard. She didn’t need to look up to know it was him.
Mark leaned against the edge of her desk, his fingers brushing the back of her hand. "Still here?" His voice was low, rough—like he’d been thinking about this all day.
She met his gaze, the heat in his eyes making her stomach tighten. "Guess I lost track of time." Evelyn's voice was barely a whisper, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. She moved her hand from beneath his touch, only to rest it on his thigh, feeling the firm muscle beneath his dress pants. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, he covered her hand with his, pressing it more firmly against him.
"You know better than that, Eve. You know I’m always watching you." His words were heavy with implication, his grip tightening slightly.
Evelyn looked down, her eyes tracing the outline of his cock, taut against his zipper.
She could feel his heartbeat, rapid and heavy, under her palm. "Watching me?" she asked, her voice breathy, teasing. She knew the effect she had on him. Knew how he looked at her, how his eyes lingered on her curves when he thought she wasn't watching.
Mark moved closer, his knee nudging hers apart. "Every fucking day, Eve. You walk into this office, all professional and composed, but I see the way you look at me. I see the way your eyes flick to my mouth.
I know you’re thinking about what it’d be like to kiss me—to taste me." Mark's voice was a low growl, his words sending a shiver down Evelyn's spine. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the scent of his cologne enveloping her, making her head spin.
"Mark..." she whispered, her voice a soft plea. She tilted her head up, her eyes meeting his, and he closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. His hand threaded through her hair, tugging gently, angling her head to deepen the kiss.
Evelyn melted into him, her body responding instantly to his touch. She could feel the rough stubble of his five o'clock shadow against her skin, the taste of peppermint and coffee on his tongue. His other hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer until she was straddling his thigh, her skirt riding up her legs.
Mark broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Eve," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "I've been thinking about this all day."
Evelyn bit her lip, her cheeks flushed. "Me too," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
She reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. Mark chuckled, low and dark, and took over, unbuckling his belt and popping open the button on his pants. He stood up, letting his dress pants fall to the floor, revealing his black boxer briefs. Evelyn’s breath hitched as she saw the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.
Mark reached for her, his hands going to the hem of her blouse. He tugged it up and over her head, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. He unhooked her bra with a flick of his fingers, letting it fall to the floor.
Evelyn’s breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard and aching for his touch. Mark groaned, reaching out to cup them, his thumbs grazing over the sensitive tips.
“Fuck, Eve. You’re so damn gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak before sucking hard. Evelyn gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him close.
Mark’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, tugging it down along with her panties. Evelyn stepped out of them, standing before him completely naked. She could see the desire in Mark's eyes, the way they roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her.
"Touch me," she whispered, her voice thick with need.
Mark complied, his hands cupping her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her against him, his cock pressing against her belly. Evelyn could feel the heat of him, the hard length, and she ached to have him inside her.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock through his briefs. Mark groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing into her hand.
"Fuck, Eve, that feels so good," he growled, his eyes half-closed, lips parted.
She stroked him, her thumb rubbing over the tip, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric. Mark's breath hitched, his hips moving in time with her hand. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue plunging deep.
Evelyn pulled away, needing air. She grabbed the edge of his briefs, tugging them down.
Mark's cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. Evelyn wrapped her hand around him again, this time skin to skin, and he let out a low, guttural moan.
"God, Eve, you're driving me fucking crazy," he ground out, his voice a low rumble.
Evelyn smiled, a wicked, sensual curve of her lips. "That's the idea," she purred, her voice dripping with desire.
Mark gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly and setting her down on the edge of her desk. He pushed her back gently, making her lie down.