**Office Temptation**

I never thought I’d be the guy to cross that line, but the second Flora’s fingers brushed mine when she handed me that file, I knew I was fucked. She was married—happily, or at least that’s what everyone thought—but the way her dark eyes lingered on me a second too long, the way her lips parted when she laughed at my stupid jokes… fuck. I couldn’t stop imagining what she’d look like underneath me, moaning my name instead of her husband’s.

It started slow—just harmless flirting over coffee breaks, her leaning just a little too close when she pointed something out on my screen, the scent of her perfume making my cock twitch in my slacks. But today, after the office emptied out for lunch, she lingered.

“You’re staring again,” she murmured, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

I swallowed hard. “Can’t help it.”

She didn’t move away when I stepped closer. Instead, her breath hitched, her chest rising under that tight blouse. I cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Tell me to stop.”

She didn’t.

Her lips crashed into mine, hungry and desperate, her fingers tangling in my hair. I backed her against the desk, papers scattering as her ass hit the wood. My hands slid under her skirt, finding the waistband of her panties. “Fuck, you’re wet already,” I groaned, fingers tracing the soaked lace.

Flora whimpered, grinding against my palm. “I’ve been thinking about this all morning.”

I ripped her panties to the side, two fingers plunging into her pussy without hesitation. She was so fucking tight, dripping, clamping around me as I curled my fingers just right. “Shouldn’t be this wet for me, huh?” I murmured against her neck, biting down lightly. “What would your husband say?”

She let out a broken moan, hips bucking. “I don’t care.”

That was all I needed. I unbuckled my belt, freeing my cock, already leaking. “On your knees.”

Flora dropped without hesitation, her tongue licking a hot stripe up my shaft before taking me deep into her throat. Her lips stretched around me, her eyes watering as she gagged, but she didn’t stop—just sucked me like she was starving for it.

“That’s it, take it all,” I growled, gripping her hair. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing faster, spit dripping down her chin. I fucked her mouth, her moans vibrating against my cock. “Gonna come down your throat if you keep—”

She pulled off with a wet pop. “I want you inside me.”

I hauled her up, bending her over the desk, her skirt shoved up around her waist. Her pussy glistened, begging for me, and I didn’t tease—just lined up and thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

“Fuck!” Flora screamed, nails clawing at the desk. “Oh god, yes!”

I pounded into her, her tight cunt gripping me like a vise. Every slap of our skin echoed in the empty office, her tits bouncing with each thrust. “You like that? Like getting fucked by someone else?”

“Yes!” she sobbed. “Harder—please—”

I obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her until her legs shook. She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around me, and that was it—I lost it, pulling out just in time to spill thick ropes of cum across her ass.

Breathless, Flora turned to face me, her lips swollen, her makeup smudged. “We shouldn’t do this again.”

I smirked, tucking myself back in. “We both know we will.”