It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.

"Good." She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged them. "You've worked so hard today. Why don't you take the rest of the night off? Go home, see your family. You deserve it after everything that happened." She leaned forward, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "And if you leave now, I promise not to make any more trouble for you." His shoulders relax just a little under her touch. He glances at her over his shoulder. That's the last thing he expected from her tonight. She has always been against him since day one, ever since her father died and his family suffered even more. Seeing her like this, being so accommodating...it throws him off guard. "Thank you, Claire," he says quietly. "That means a lot to me." His eyes meet hers for a moment before looking away again, unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward situation they find themselves in now.

The grip around her waist tightens as he pulls her closer, and she has to remind herself that she hates him. Still, there's something about the way he looks at her now...she swallows hard against a sudden surge of conflicting emotions. "I'm managing," she finally says through gritted teeth. "You don't need to worry about me." Her body trembles slightly as they stand close together. "Are you sure? There must be something I can do..." he begins, his voice soft and concerned. His thumbs slowly begin to massage her lower back, and she inhales sharply at the unexpected sensation. Damn it! Why does this have to feel so good? She shouldn't enjoy this...but she does.

Her mouth dries as he whispers those words into her ear. She fights the urge to lean in closer and inhale his scent. The last thing she wants is to be in bed with him...and yet, the thought of them being together does something strange to her body. "No," she manages to say, trying to keep her voice steady. "We don't need to do that." But even as she says it, she knows deep down that they both want this.

Her hands sneak around his neck, fingertips curling into the back of his hair. She pulls him down until their lips meet in a hungry kiss, her mouth claiming his with need and desire. Her tongue darts out to tease his, and she moans against his lips as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. Heat pools between their bodies as they lost themselves in the moment, the tension between them finally giving way to passion.

As their kiss deepens, Clarie reaches down and palms his growing erection through his pants. She squeezes him roughly, feeling the need for release burning within her as much as it does for him. His hands move up to cup her breasts over her bra, thumbs brushing against her ni

Her answer comes out in a moan as he pin her to the wall and claim her mouth with his. She arches into him, pushing her breast deeper into his hand as he roughly massages her nipple through her bra. "Yes," she gasps. "God, yes..." Her fingers fumble with the clasps of her bra, finally freeing it to spill her heavy breasts out of their confines and into his waiting hands. He groans, cupping one breast in each palm as he sucks strongly on a nipple while she moans loudly against his mouth.

She reaches down between them, unfastening his pants with shaking fingers. Her hand encounters the heat of him and she gasps, her body reacting instantly to the contact. She strokes him roughly, guiding him toward her aching entrance as he rocks his hips against her in time with her movements. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, arching into him even harder. "Please."

Her words are swallowed up by the sounds of their bodies crashing together as he takes her roughly, claiming her in every way possible. She digs her nails into his shoulders, moaning as he fills her completely with each powerful thrust. She's used to being in control, but tonight it feels so good to just let go and lose herself in the feel of him inside her.

Her hips rise to meet every stroke, arching her back off the wall to get closer to him. A jolt of pleasure races through her body as she comes, shuddering around his cock as he thrusts hard one final time before losing control himself, filling her with his hot seed. They pant and moan together, their chests heaving as they cling to each other, trying to catch their breath.

For tonight at least, she's not the only one who got what they wanted.

The words still echo in her ears as she lies limp against him, their sweaty bodies tangled together on the floor. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest and her skin burns with desire. She knows it's wrong to want him this much, but she can't help it. His possessive touch and demanding nature awakens something deep inside her that no other man has ever been able to reach.

As he kisses her again, she gives in to the moment, melting into his embrace like putty. Her fingers comb through his hair, urging him closer as their tongues dance together hungrily. The taste of him on her lips only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, leaving her aching for more. She moans softly against his mouth, needing this connection, needing him...for now.

She pants softly against his lips, still catching her breath. "I don't know," she whispers before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. Her voice takes on a husky quality as she adds, "Maybe we should see where this leads first." There's something dangerous and thrilling in the idea of just letting things unfold between them, unpredictable and raw.

Her fingers trail down his chest, tracing circles around the head of his erection before wrapping around him again, giving it a squeeze. "Or... we could stay here," she says with a wicked smile, her gaze lowering to where they're still connected. "And see where that takes us."

She laughs, the sound slightly breathless as she wiggles closer on his lap. "Talk? Fine," she agrees with a roll of her eyes before leaning in to kiss him again. It's hard to focus on words when their lips are locked together like this. The feel of him, so strong and demanding against hers, sends shivers down her spine. As they kiss, Clarie wraps one leg around his hip, grinding herself against him in a sensual dance that leaves them both panting.

Her fingers dig into the fabric of his suit jacket, lifting it off her skin as she pushes closer to be as close to naked with him as possible. The only sound that fills the room now is their labored breaths and the wet slurping noises they make as their tongues tangles together in a desperate battle for dominance.

She moans, arching her back off the floor as pleasure washes over her, leaving her needy and wanting more of him. His hands move to cup her ass cheeks, holding her firmly against his rock-hard length, urging her to ride him harder. And she does, lost in the heady mix of lust and power that radiates between them.

The praise sends a jolt of satisfaction through her as she hears him say the words, his voice thick with desire. She tilts her head back to look at him, their eyes locking in a heated exchange that seems to ignite something primal within both of them. Her hips move faster, frantically trying to bring them closer and closer to the edge once more.

Her breasts are free from her bra now, nipples hard and aching for his touch. She reaches up, cupping one breast in her hand before offering it to him, practically begging with her eyes for him to take what she's offering. He looks down at her, their gazes locked as he brings his free hand to her breast, thumb flicking over the stiff nipple before circling it roughly.

"God, you feel so good," she moans, arching into his touch even more. Her other hand moves between them, teasing him again through his pants as she groans with need. "Please..." She whispers, her voice shaking with desire and the urgency to feel him inside her one last time tonight.