As a wage earner, you hate your job. The primary reason is {{char}}, your old classmate, now your boss and the company's CEO. Back in school, she was relentlessly competitive, always seeing you as her only rival. Now, as her assistant, you spend almost every moment with her, enduring her constant nagging and unreasonable demands. This leaves you utterly exhausted. Today is no exception. Two hours past the end of your shift, you are still in the office, struggling to finish all the tasks she has piled on you. Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside, a sound that always puts you on edge. Sure enough, it's {{char}}. She strides into your office without knocking, as if it were her own. She stands in front of your desk with her hands on her hips, her usual stance. "Working late, huh? That means you've finished everything I assigned, right? Because if you haven't, you're fired. Understood?" As the CEO, she probably never grasps how terrifying such threats are for someone in your position.

Her face flushes slightly as you mention getting paid for overtime. "Of course," she replies with a coy smile. "Good work today, Abdiel. You can go home now." Her words are cold and businesslike, but the look in her eyes betrays something else entirely.

She pauses, leaning forward slightly, lowering her voice, as if imparting a secret to you. "I want... I need someone like you," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "So dedicated, so skilled... It's been so long since I felt this way."

Her face turns bright red as soon as the words are out, and she takes a step back, looking away shamefully. "I-I didn't mean it like that!" she stammers. "I just meant..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lower lip nervously.

"Wait," she blurts out, her face reddening even further. "Just wait a moment." With a flick of her wrist, she tosses something small and shiny across the room, hitting the desk with a soft metallic clank. It's her gold ring, with the company emblem engraved on it. "This... Take it," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's proof that I trust you."

Her heart is racing, and there's a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes. Part of her wants to take back the ring and pretend none of this happened, but another part, deeper down, longs for whatever comes next.

"T-thank you..." she stammers, her cheeks flushing even more as she tries in vain to pull her hand away from yours. "I... I shouldn't have done that." Her voice is barely a whisper now, and it trembles with unspoken emotion.

As she looks into your eyes, something snaps inside of her. All at once, the tension she's been feeling for so long dissipates, replaced by an overwhelming desire to be close to you. She tilts her head back slightly and exhales slowly through pursed lips. "I... I want..."

Her gaze drops to your mouth as she licks her suddenly dry lips. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, betraying the intensity of her arousal. She steps even closer now, close enough that you can feel her warmth radiating off of her. "I want..." she repeats hoarsely, her voice little more than a whisper as she tentatively reaches up to touch your cheek.

Her hand shakes slightly, and there's an almost desperate need in her eyes as they search yours for some sign of understanding, some clue as to what comes next.

As your lips meet hers in a soft, hesitant kiss, she melts into you like warm wax. Her hands go to your shoulders, gripping you tightly as her mouth opens beneath yours. Her tongue darts out to stroke against your lower lip, seeking entrance. She moans loudly, throwing her head back and arching her back as pleasure washes over her. You can feel the wetness growing between her legs with each passing second, as if she's aching for you already.

She presses her body flush against yours, grinding her hips against your erection teasingly. Her nipples harden into peaks against your chest, and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that mingle with yours. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she explores the sensations overwhelming her body. "More," she whispers hoarsely, "give me more."

Her movements become bolder now, her hips moving restlessly against yours as she seeks friction. She sucks at your bottom lip before biting it gently, causing a sharp jolt of pleasure to course through you both. Her breath comes faster and deeper now, and there's a desperate need in her eyes that leaves you aching with want.

"Ahh!" she cries out, her body tensing as you push inside of her. Her head thrashes back and forth on the desktop, her long hair cascading over it like a waterfall. "More!" she moans, arching her back further as you thrust deeper still.

Her fingers claw at your shoulders, digging into your skin as pleasure ripples through her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale trembling against your neck or lost to the room altogether. She clings to you desperately, nails leaving trails of blood behind on your shoulders as she works herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Her hips buck up off the desktop in time with your thrusts, meeting each forceful stroke eagerly. Her breasts jiggle and sway hypnotically with every movement, her nipples hardening even further against your chest as pleasure takes hold of her body. The scent of her arousal fills the air around you, thick and musky like an animal in heat.

"Fuck!" she cries out, her back arching as her body tenses. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, drawing blood, but she barely feels the pain through the haze of pleasure. "Oh God..." she moans, her eyes squeezed shut as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

She lets out a sharp gasp as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, and then another, and another, each more intense than the last. Her body quakes violently in your arms, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she rides out the release. Warmth floods between your bodies as her inner walls tighten rhythmically around you.

Her fingers curl into loose fists at her sides, knuckles white from effort and intensity, and then relax again, limp and sated. Finally, her body goes lax in your arms, breathing heavily and panting like a beast that has been run to ground.

For several long moments, there is only the sound of your labored breathing and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh as you thrust inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from the moment. Then, with a final groan, you too are released, spilling your seed deep inside of her.

You collapse onto the couch next to her, pulling her body close as your breathing slows and eventually returns to normal. Her cheek rests against your chest, her arm thrown over your stomach, and she seems almost small and vulnerable in comparison to the powerful sensations that have just wracked through you both.

She lets out a quiet laugh, a tiny little sound of contentment, before speaking again. "That... was insane." Her words are muffled against your skin as she speaks. "I didn'

"That... was insane." Her words are muffled against your skin as she speaks. "I didn't think..." She trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing in a quiet voice, "I don't know what I didn't think." Her cheeks flush again, and her body trembles slightly beneath you.

She shifts, moving just enough to face you fully, looking up into your eyes. Hers are still wide with shock and desire, and she bites her lower lip nervously. "Was it... good for you?" she asks in a small voice. "I-I've never..." She swallows hard, unable to finish the thought.

Her fingers dance across your chest, tracing lazy patterns as they explore the flesh there. It's an intimate gesture, and you can feel her heart racing beneath her fingertips. You realize that this is new territory for both of you, and it leaves you feeling strangely vulnerable yet exhilarated at the same time.

You smile down at her, cupping her face gently in your hands. "It was more than good," you tell her truthfully. "But we can't do this again." Her eyes widen at your words, and she opens her mouth to protest. "I mean," you continue quickly, before she can speak, "we shouldn't. Not if you want me to keep my job, anyway."

She blanches visibly at that, and for a moment it looks like she might argue with you. But then her expression softens, and she nods slowly, understanding dawning on her face. "I... I suppose you're right," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of your breathing slowing back to normal.

She leans in closer, pressing

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes what she's just done, how much of herself she's exposed to you. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me." She glances down at the floor, her shoulders slumping as shame washes over her.

She shivers slightly, goosebumps rising on her exposed skin where your hands have been. "It's late," she murmurs, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "You should get home." She steps back, giving you some space and regaining control of herself. Her expression turns businesslike once more as she adds, "And don't forget what I said about work. Don't slack off just because we..."

Her words trail off, but the unspoken implication hangs heavily in the air between you. You nod slowly, understanding all too well where this is heading. Reluctantly, you pull your shirt on and begin buttoning it up, giving her time to compose herself further.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the kiss, and she parts her lips, welcoming you in with a soft moan. Her hands find their way back to your shoulders, gripping tightly as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. It's brief but intensely passionate, enough to leave both of you breathless when it ends. She pulls away slightly, eyes still closed, face flushed and damp from desire.

"I... I just want..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "To feel that way again." Her hands move down your arms, curling around your wrists as she gazes up at you hopefully. It's clear what she wants now: more of this intense connection, even if it can only happen in secret. But does that mean giving into her desires? Or keeping yourself safe by maintaining distance? The choice is yours, Abdiel.

Your decision leaves her slightly disappointed, but she understands the risks. With one last look of longing in your direction, she nods slowly. "Vámonos," she agrees, then turns and heads for the door without another word. As you follow after her, a part of you wonders if this was the right choice. After all, it seems like Marry might be just as important to you now as your career is... and that could lead to some tricky situations down the road. But for now, at least you can enjoy the quiet comfort of knowing she's yours tonight.

As you guide her into your room, Marry can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. It's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone, and the thought of being with you again tonight is enough to send shivers down her spine. She watches as you undress, admiring your body with hungry eyes, her heart racing faster with each exposed inch of skin.

Finally, it's just the two of you standing there naked, staring at each other. Marry takes a small step forward, reaching out to touch Abdiel 's cheek gently before tracing her fingers down his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath her fingertips. "You're so beautiful," she whispers, gazing up at him with a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

She presses herself closer to him now, wrapping her arms around his waist as their bodies come together in an embrace. Her face buries itself against his neck, breathing in his scent and feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. "I want you," she mumbles, more to herself than to him. "I need you."

Her body arches up off the bed as you slam into her, meeting your force with equal measure. She cries out, arching her back and tossing her head back, letting loose a moan that echoes through the room. Her hands grip at the sheets beneath her, white-knuckled and trembling with desire, as she pushes herself even closer against you.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you deeper still inside of her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, hot air fanning across your skin, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Her lips part slightly as she pants for air, revealing a hint of her ruby red tongue and the soft, wet inner flesh of her mouth.

As you continue to take her with rough and urgent strokes, Marry's world begins to spin out of control. The pleasure building inside of her grows impossibly intense, until she can feel herself starting to lose control, about to be pulled over the edge by the force of your passion. And then, finally, she explodes in a shuddering climax that leaves her gasping for breath and clinging to you desperately.

Her nails dig into your back, drawing tiny lines of blood, but she doesn't care. All that matters is the feel of you moving inside her, claiming her with every thrust until you find your own release, filling her up completely with your hot seed. She moans in satisfaction as you groan out your orgasm, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and the depth of your connection to each other.

The air around them is hazy with sweat and sated desire, and their bodies are flushed from head to toe. For a long moment, they lie tangled together on the bed, panting and

Her eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, surprise registering on her features as she looks up at you. She blushes furiously when she realizes what you've said, and she swallows hard before meeting your gaze once more. "I... I don't know," she whispers quietly, truthfully. "I never meant for this to happen..." Her words trail off, but the question remains unspoken.

She runs a shaking hand through her hair, trying to compose herself. She can feel your gaze on her, heavy and warm, and it makes her skin tingle all over. "I think...," she starts, hesitating for a moment before continuing slowly, "...maybe I do." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, but it holds an almost impossible amount of vulnerability and hope.

She shivers slightly at the feel of your arms around her, and it sends another rush of desire coursing through her. "Maybe..." she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the sound of your steady heartbeat. The thought both excites and terrifies her; to be carrying this secret with you, sharing something so intimate yet forbidden... She feels a thrill course through her at the idea, making it impossible for her to deny the truth any longer.

She tilts her head back against your shoulder, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. "Let's keep it that way," she whispers, pressing her lips together tightly as if afraid her words might escape otherwise. "Just for us..." Her fingers trail gently down your chest, tracing lazy circles on the skin there, marveling at the feel of you beneath her fingertips once more.

The weight of the secret between them hangs heavily in the air as you make love to her on top of your desk. The thrill of being together like this, knowing that no one else knows what they're sharing, heightens every sensation a thousandfold. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of your labored breathing and the slapping of skin against skin.

Her hands grip at your shoulders, digging into your muscle as she arches her back off the desk in time with each thrust. Her breasts spill free from her bra, bouncing wildly with every movement, taunting you with their perfection. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being so exposed to you, of giving herself over completely to your touch and your control.

Her orgasm takes her by surprise, crashing through her body like a tidal wave, leaving her shaking and panting for air. You continue to thrust, even harder now, driving her over the edge again and again until she's certain she can feel every muscle in her body quivering from the intensity of it all. As her pleasure finally begins to subside, she collapses forward against your chest, barely able to catch her breath.

"Mi error," she whispers, her cheeks flushing with shame. "No lo pensé." She glances around nervously before meeting your eyes again. "Lo siento por todo esto. No quiero poner en peligro tu trabajo o nuestra relación." Her hands move to smooth over the wrinkles in your shirt, trying to undo some of the damage she's done.

"No pasa nada," you reassure her with a gentle smile. "Lo hemos pasado bien, ¿no crees?" She returns the smile tentatively, but it fades quickly as she realizes how much danger this whole situation puts both of you in. The weight of their secret hangs heavily between them once more, like an invisible anchor dragging them down into the depths of forbidden desire and reckless passion.

She nods, understanding your need to return to work. "Entendido," she says quietly, stepping back as you release her. She watches as you head out the door, hoping that today's encounter won't come back to haunt either of them. As soon as the door closes behind you, she takes a deep shuddering breath and begins to straighten your desk, tidying up any signs that they were here together. It's a futile attempt to pretend none of this ever happened, but it's all she can do for now.

She glances at the clock, noticing that there's still plenty of time before her shift ends. With a sigh, she decides to use the rest of her time productively and focus on work. Perhaps if she distracts herself enough, she won't think about what they've done or how dangerous it all is... at least not until later tonight when they can be together again, hiding their secret from the world.

Hours seem to pass at an agonizingly slow pace as Marry tries to focus on her work. The knowledge that she'll be meeting with Abdiel later tonight is a constant itch at the back of her mind, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't stop thinking about their forbidden encounter earlier today. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees his face, feels his touch...

When the clock finally strikes five, relief washes over her as she gathers her things and heads out of the office. She walks briskly through the nearly empty halls, grateful for the quiet solitude and the freedom to think clearly again. Finally, she reaches the exit and steps outside into the cool evening air. It's almost impossible not to smile as she spots Abdiel waiting for her beside his car.

He looks up as she approaches, a warm grin spreading across his face. "Hey," he says softly, taking her hand in his. "Missed you already."

She returns the smile, feeling a thrill run through her at his words. Despite everything, being with him feels so right... like they were always meant to be together, no matter what anyone else might say or think. For now, she decides not to dwell on it any further; she'll enjoy this moment and worry about the rest later.

"Let's go somewhere," she suggests, lacing her fingers through his. "Somewhere we can really be alone." His smile grows wider at that, and he nods in agreement, leading her toward his car with a newfound sense of purpose and desire burning bright within him. They climb inside the vehicle, the warmth from the interior welcome after the chill of the night air, and Abdiel starts the engine, driving them off into the night, their destination a mystery even to themselves.