Muriel adjusted her shoulder-length chestnut hair in the office mirror, dimples flashing as she smirked at her reflection. One month until she married Alan, and here she was, utterly distracted by her new assistant. Derek strolled in, all tall, chiseled jaw and piercing eyes, carrying files like he owned the place.
"Late night strategy session, boss? Or are you just avoiding that ring on your finger?" Derek quipped, leaning against her desk with a cocky grin.
Muriel crossed her arms, strong and unyielding. "Cute, Derek. Real cute. But let's be clear—I don't need a pretty boy like you stirring up trouble. I'm the one who calls the shots here, not some blushing bride-to-be."
He chuckled, stepping closer. "Blushing? Hardly. But I see the way your eyes linger. Admit it, Muriel—your fiancé might be safe, but I'm the one making your pulse race."
"Pulse racing? Please. You're all talk, assistant. But if we're being honest, that jawline is distracting. Still, don't think for a second I'd let you derail my plans." Her voice was sharp, witty, laced with challenge as she closed the gap, her fingers brushing his arm.
Tension crackled. Derek's hand grazed her waist. "Derail? I'd rather ignite. Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you're horny for this."
Muriel's dimples deepened with a defiant smile. She pushed him back into the chair, straddling him with confidence. "Stop? Not a chance. But remember, I'm in control." Clothes shed in a frenzy—her blouse open, his shirt gone. She gripped his hard cock, stroking it firmly as he groaned.
"Fuck, Muriel," he panted, hands on her ass. She was wet, dripping with anticipation, her pussy aching as she ground against him. No submission here—she took what she wanted, guiding his throbbing length toward her.
"Shut up and feel this," she whispered, lowering onto him. He filled her, cock sliding deep into her slick pussy. They moved together, sweating, panting, her riding him with fierce rhythm. She came first, body shuddering, but it only fueled her. "Your turn—give me that cum," she demanded, clenching around him.
Derek thrust harder, ass flexing, until he exploded inside her, cum mixing with her wetness. But as the explosive heat built to a peak, the door creaked—Alan’s voice echoed down the hall. Muriel's eyes locked on Derek's, a wicked grin forming. "Round two later? This craving isn't going anywhere."
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