Burning Negotiations

Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites

The office was a battlefield of charm and cunning, and Hugo, at 27, was a seasoned warrior. A real estate negotiator with dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes, he could close a deal with a smirk. But nothing had prepared him for Sarah, the 19-year-old intern who’d walked into his world like a storm. Brunette, with matching brown eyes that held a flicker of innocence, her body was a masterpiece—slim waist, wide hips, and a generous chest that made Hugo’s pulse race every time she leaned over a desk. She was a virgin, untouched and unaware of the wildfire she sparked in him, and that only made his obsession burn hotter.

Their days were a dance of flirtation, sharp and electric. 'Hugo, do you always stare at clients like that, or am I just lucky?' Sarah teased one afternoon, catching him mid-gaze as she handed over a file. Her lips curved into a sly smile, and he felt his throat tighten.

'Lucky? Nah, I’m just appraising the best asset in the room,' he shot back, leaning closer, his voice a low rumble. 'Careful, though—I’m damn good at negotiations.'

She laughed, a sound that hit him like a punch. 'Oh, I bet you are. But I don’t sign contracts without reading the fine print.' Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Hugo knew he was in deep.

That Friday, he invited her to a casual after-hours party at a colleague’s upscale loft. 'Just to unwind,' he’d said, though his mind was already spinning fantasies of her in something tighter than her office skirts. Sarah showed up in a black dress that hugged every curve, and Hugo’s jaw clenched as he watched heads turn. She was oblivious to the stares, sipping her drink and laughing at his dry humor.

'You clean up nice, intern,' he said, his voice rough as he handed her a glass. 'Trying to make me lose focus?'

'Maybe I am,' she quipped, tilting her head. 'Is it working?'

'More than you know,' he muttered, his eyes tracing the swell of her hips. He was already hard just standing near her, the thought of her untouched body driving him to the edge.

But the night took a darker turn when a sleazy guy named Marc, a rival agent with a reputation for being a creep, sidled up to them. His eyes raked over Sarah’s ass like she was a piece of meat, and Hugo’s blood boiled.

'Damn, girl, those curves could close any deal,' Marc slurred, smirking at Hugo. 'Bet you’d look even better bent over a desk.'

Sarah’s face flushed, but she didn’t back down. 'Keep your fantasies to yourself, creep. I’m not on the market,' she snapped, her tone icy.

Hugo stepped forward, his voice a dangerous growl. 'Say one more word, Marc, and I’ll make sure you’re negotiating with a broken jaw.'

Marc laughed, backing off with a mocking salute, but Hugo didn’t miss the way he lingered near the bar. Minutes later, Sarah’s demeanor shifted. She gripped Hugo’s arm, her breath shallow. 'Hugo, I… I don’t feel right. My skin’s burning, and I—I can’t think straight.' Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and her voice trembled with confusion.

He cursed under his breath, piecing it together. That bastard Marc must’ve slipped something into her drink. Rage surged, but Sarah’s pleading look grounded him. 'Help me, please. I don’t know what’s happening.'

'Come with me,' he said, guiding her to a quiet corner of the loft, away from prying eyes. Her body pressed against his as they moved, and he could feel her heat, her trembling. She was wet with sweat, her chest heaving, and the sight of her—so vulnerable yet so unknowingly seductive—made his cock throb painfully.

'Sarah, listen to me,' he said, cupping her face. 'You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.' But her hands were on his chest now, her touch desperate, and he knew whatever was in her system was pushing her past control.

'Hugo, I’m so… horny. I can’t stop it,' she whispered, her voice raw. 'Make it stop. Please.'

His restraint snapped. He pulled her closer, his lips crashing into hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as she moaned against him. Her body arched, dripping with need, and he knew this was only the beginning of a night neither of them would forget.