**Late-Night Confessions**

I’d always known Nandini was trouble—just not in the way I’d expected. As my executive assistant, she was sharp, efficient, and goddamn impossible to ignore. The way her pencil skirts hugged her ass, the way she bit her lip when concentrating, the huskiness in her voice when she leaned just a little too close to ask if I needed anything else—it all drove me fucking insane.

Tonight, though, was different. The office was empty except for us, the hum of the AC the only sound as we worked late to finalize the quarterly report. My fingers drummed against the desk, my eyes drifting to where she sat across from me, her blouse slightly unbuttoned from the heat.

“You’re distracted,” she murmured, smirking as she caught my gaze lingering.

I swallowed hard. “Maybe you’re just that distracting.”

Her laugh was low, throaty. “Is that so, Mr. Manik?”

I leaned forward, my voice dropping. “Cut the ‘Mr. Manik’ crap. Not when it’s just us.”

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head, eyes darkening. “Then what do you want me to call you?”

That was all the invitation I needed.

In one quick movement, I had her out of her chair and pressed against the desk, my mouth crashing into hers. She gasped into the kiss, her hands fisting in my shirt as I licked into her, tasting the coffee and mint on her tongue. Her hips rolled against mine, and I groaned when I felt the heat of her pussy even through her skirt.

I broke the kiss just long enough to growl, “On the desk. Now.”

Her breath hitched, but she obeyed, lifting herself onto the edge, legs spreading for me like she’d been waiting for this forever. Maybe she had.

I wasted no time, shoving her skirt up to her waist, fingers hooking into the damp lace of her panties. “Fuck,” I hissed as I peeled them down, revealing her glistening cunt. “You’re already this fucking wet for me?”

Nandini whimpered, her fingers digging into the desk. “Yes,” she panted. “God, yes.”

I dropped to my knees, hands gripping her thighs as I buried my face between her legs. The first lick had her arching, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Her taste exploded on my tongue—sweet, musky, fucking perfect—and I groaned against her clit, sucking hard.

“Manik—oh fuck!” Her thighs trembled as I fucked her with my tongue, her hips rolling desperately against my mouth.

I added two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she nearly screamed. “Right there,” she begged, nails scraping against the desk. “Don’t—don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I worked her clit with my lips, fingers thrusting deep as she clenched around me, her moans getting louder, more frantic. When she came, it was with a shuddering cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, juices dripping down my chin.

I licked her clean, standing slowly, my cock straining against my pants. I unbuckled my belt, shoving my slacks and boxers down just enough to free my dick, thick and already leaking.

Nandini’s eyes locked onto it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I want you inside me,” she breathed.

I didn’t tease. Gripping her hips, I pulled her to the very edge of the desk and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed, her cunt clenching around me like a vise. “Oh my god—so fucking big—”

I set a punishing pace, fucking her hard, the desk creaking beneath us. Every snap of my hips had her gasping, her tits bouncing, her nails raking down my back.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I growled, gripping her hair.

“You,” she sobbed. “Only you—”

I crushed my mouth to hers as I came, my cock jerking deep inside her, filling her up. She came again seconds later, her pussy milking every last drop from me.

When we finally pulled apart, panting, she smirked up at me. “So… still need me to call you ‘Mr. Manik’ at work?”

I laughed, kissing her swollen lips. “Not a fucking chance.”