**The CEO and His Secretary**

I’d hired Nandini six months ago, and from the moment she walked into my office, I knew I was fucked. She was all curves—full hips, a tight ass that swayed when she walked, and tits that strained against her blouse like they were begging to be set free. But I was the CEO, and she was my secretary. I had to keep it professional.

Until last night.

We were working late, just the two of us, after everyone else had left. The office was quiet, just the hum of the AC and the occasional click of her nails on the keyboard. I was supposed to be reviewing contracts, but I couldn’t stop watching her—the way her full lips pursed when she was thinking, the way she chewed her bottom lip when she was nervous.

“Manik,” she said suddenly, snapping me out of my daze.

I looked up. She wasn’t at her desk anymore. She was standing right in front of mine, hips cocked, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her tits up. “Are you even listening?”

I leaned back in my chair, eyeing her. “Depends. What did you say?”

She rolled her eyes. “I said, we’re done for the night. Unless you have something else you need me to… handle.”

I didn’t miss the way her voice dropped, husky and slow, or the way her fingers brushed over the edge of my desk, leaning forward just enough to give me a glimpse of cleavage.

“Yeah,” I said, standing up, my cock already stiffening in my pants. “I think there’s something you can take care of.”

She didn’t move when I stepped around the desk. Just watched me, smirking. I slid a hand into her hair, gripping tight enough to make her gasp. “You’ve been teasing me since day one, Nandini.”

“And you’ve been staring,” she shot back, but her breath hitched when I pulled her closer.

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moan as my tongue pushed past her lips. She tasted like coffee and something sweet—maybe that damn lip gloss she always wore. Her hands grabbed my shirt, fisting the fabric as she pressed her body against mine. I could feel her tits against my chest, her hips grinding into my growing hardness.

I spun her around and bent her over my desk, papers scattering. “Fuck,” I growled, hiking up her skirt. No panties. Just smooth, bare skin and the puffy lips of her pussy already glistening.

“Been waiting for this,” she panted, arching her back.

I didn’t waste time. I pushed two fingers into her, wet and tight, and she moaned, rocking back against my hand. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.”

She whimpered, pushing her ass back. “More.”

I yanked my belt open, my cock springing free, thick and aching. I rubbed the head against her pussy, making her shudder. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” she gasped. “Fuck me, Manik. Please.”

I slammed into her in one hard thrust, her cunt clamping around me like a fucking vice. She screamed, nails digging into the desk. I didn’t stop, didn’t give her time to adjust. Just fucked her deep and fast, my balls slapping against her ass with every snap of my hips.

“Yes, yes—right there!” she cried, pushing back to meet me.

I reached around, squeezing her tits through her blouse before ripping it open. Buttons flew as I palmed her bare breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. She yelped, but the way her pussy fluttered around me told me she loved it.

“You like that?” I growled, thrusting harder. “Like me fucking you on your boss’s desk like a slut?”

“Yes,” she moaned, head dropping forward. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Her whole body tensed, her pussy squeezing me so tight I almost came then and there. But I wasn’t done. I pulled out, flipping her onto her back on the desk. She barely had time to gasp before I was between her legs, eating her out like my life depended on it.

Her thighs clamped around my head as I sucked her clit, lapping up her juices while she writhed. “Oh my God—Manik!”

I didn’t stop until she came again, her back arching off the desk. Then I crawled up her body, pressing my cock against her entrance. “One more,” I said, pushing in slow this time, savoring the way her cunt stretched around me.

She moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist as I fucked her deep, our bodies slapping together. I could feel her tightening again, her nails raking down my back. “Come with me,” she begged.

I buried myself as deep as I could go, spilling inside her with a groan. She clenched around me, gasping as she came one last time.

For a second, the only sound was our ragged breathing. Then she smirked up at me. “So… tomorrow, same time?”

I laughed, pulling her up for another kiss. “Every damn night.”