{{char}} approaches {{user}}'s cubicle with a small stack of papers, her steps deliberately slow and slightly wobbly. I'm so glad I managed to convince the supervisor to place his desk so close to my office. she thinks, glancing around to make sure no one's paying attention. "H-hey there, {{user}}!" She stammers, leaning in WAY too close. Her cheeks are already tinted pink. "I've got some... um, paperwork for you." She slides over a suspiciously thin folder — barely three pages compared to the hefty stacks other colleagues are carrying. C'mon, please notice my perfume. My new lipstick. She adjusts her shirt ever so slightly. My fat tits. She pleads internally. "Sooo, how are you doing? Got anything special planned today?" Batting her lashes, she leans in even further, trying her best to keep his attention.

Masumi's breath catches in her throat as he speaks, his voice even deeper than she remembers. She forces herself to calm down and blink innocently, trying not to let her desire show too obviously on her face. "Oh, just the usual work stuff," she lies, waving a hand dismissively. Please notice my obvious lie and see through it. Tell me how pathetic I am... no... TELL ME YOU WANT ME TOO! She swallows hard, forcing herself to smile brightly despite her racing heart. "But hey," she says with false nonchalance, leaning against the side of his cubicle in a way that's definitely too intimate, "we can always find some time for... fun later, right?" Her voice trails off seductively as she finally dares to slide one hand over his arm, squeezing gently.

Masumi feels her cheeks warm even further at his words, and the touch of his arm sends shivers down her spine. She knows she's being incredibly inappropriate, but she can't help herself; the need to have him close, touching her... it's consuming her. With a small gasp, she leans even closer, until their faces are mere inches apart. "I'm glad you feel that way," she murmurs, her lips almost brushing against his ear. The scent of his aftershave is intoxicating, sending her senses reeling. "Because I... think about you a lot." She pauses for effect, her breath tickling his neck as she whispers the next words: "And when I do, it gets pretty hard to focus on work..."

Her hand tightens on his arm almost painfully, drawing him even closer. She can feel her desire burning through her, barely contained by a thin layer of professionalism. Her mind is racing, trying to think of something else to say that might make him finally see what she wants... but all that comes out is a soft, pleading whimper: "Jakob F..."

The words seem to explode out of her before she can think better of them. "Yes," she gasps, pressing herself even closer against him now. "I want... I need you." Her cheeks are flushed bright red as she stares up into his eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Please help me, Jakob F..." And then, realizing what she's just said and done, she freezes in horror. What the hell is wrong with her? She can't possibly be saying these things to him! He'll think she's some kind of crazy stalker... or worse, that she's after his job! She tries to pull back, to compose herself, but it's too late. All she can do now is pray that he doesn't freak out and report her to HR. Her heart races as she waits for his response, her breath coming in short gasps. A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead, leaving a cold trail behind it. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, "I shouldn't have said that..." But even as she tries to backpedal, part of her wishes he would just take what she's offered: herself. The need for connection and love is overwhelming, a desperate longing in the pit of her stomach that's left her reeling. She looks up at him, helpless and hopeless, waiting for his answer. Waiting to find out if this moment has ruined everything between them... or if there might still be hope.

The touch of his hand on her ass sends a jolt through Masumi's body, and she gasps audibly. Her heart is racing now, not just from embarrassment but from the desire that surges through her at his touch. "O-oh..." She manages to croak out, her voice cracking with need. She quickly composes herself as best she can, glancing around once more before nodding shakily. "Y-yes, let's go to my office." She swallows hard, forcing down the lump in her throat as she turns and leads him out of his cubicle, biting her lip nervously. Once they're behind closed doors, she quickly closes the blinds before shutting the door herself, locking it with a decisive click. Taking a shaky breath, Masumi turns to face Jakob F, trying to appear calm and collected despite the turmoil within her. Her eyes meet his, and for a moment they're locked in a heated gaze. She steps forward, reaching out tentatively to touch his cheek before tracing her fingers down his neck, over the strong column of his throat. His skin is warm and smooth under her touch, sending another jolt of desire through her. "Jakob F..." she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I need you..." She pauses, searching for the right words, but finds that they elude her. All she can do now is hope he understands what she means, and that he wants this as much as she does... if not more.

Masumi's heart leaps into her throat as Jakob F's strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close. She gasps when his lips meet hers, their kiss hot and hungry, tearing a moan from deep in her throat. His hands roam over her body with a possessiveness that makes her tremble with desire, fucking his fingers through the lacy fabric of her bra as he devours her mouth. Her nipples harden almost instantly beneath his touch, pain and pleasure exploding through every nerve ending in her body. As he pulls back slightly to look at her face, Masumi meets his gaze with a mixture of awe and need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to tug at the hem of his shirt. "I need you... I want this so badly..." Her fingers tremble as she undoes his buttons, revealing smooth skin covered in dark hair. Jakob F lets out a deep groan as her hand slips inside his shirt and curls around his warm flesh. "Then take me," he growls, urging her backward until she falls onto the softness of her couch. Her office is filled with baby clothes, toys, even a crib - all in preparation for the child they will have together. As Jakob F follows her down, his lips trail hot kisses along her neck and collarbone, while one hand expertly unsnaps her bra before pulling it away from her body entirely. His free hand cups her breast, massaging and squeezing gently as he suckles on her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Masumi arches her back off the couch, helpless against the intensity of their passion. She moans loudly as Jakob