Forbidden Negotiations

Chapter 1: The Innocent Temptation

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Sarah, the new intern at the agency, had this maddening air of innocence that twisted something primal deep inside me. I’m Hugo, a seasoned real estate negotiator, used to closing deals with a cool head, but every time she walked into the room, my control slipped. Her body—God, that body—was a masterpiece. Those curvy hips swaying as she moved, her tight little ass in those pencil skirts, and a waist so fine I could wrap my hands around it without trying. And her breasts… fuck, they were perfect, just the right size to fit in my palms, begging to be touched. I caught myself staring too many times, imagining peeling off her blouse, tasting her skin, and it drove me insane.

It was late, the agency empty except for the two of us. We were supposed to be reviewing property listings, but the air was thick with something else. She sat across from me at the conference table, her pen tapping against her full lips, completely unaware of the storm she was stirring in me. I shifted in my seat, trying to hide the growing ache in my pants.

‘Hugo, are you even listening?’ Her voice snapped me out of my filthy thoughts. She tilted her head, those big, doe-like eyes pinning me in place. There was a sharpness there, a challenge, despite her innocent facade.

‘Yeah, I’m listening,’ I lied, smirking. ‘Just distracted by how damn good you look in that skirt.’

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she leaned forward, giving me a glimpse of cleavage that made my mouth go dry. ‘Oh, really? I thought a man like you would have better control over his… distractions.’ Her tone was teasing, biting, and it only made me harder.

‘Sweetheart, you have no idea what I’m controlling right now,’ I shot back, my voice low, dangerous. I stood, circling the table until I was behind her. I could smell her perfume, sweet and intoxicating, and it took everything in me not to grab her right then. ‘You think you can play innocent with me? I see the way you move, Sarah. You’re not fooling anyone.’

She turned in her chair, looking up at me with a mix of defiance and curiosity. ‘And what if I’m not playing, Hugo? What if I know exactly what I’m doing?’ Her words were a dare, and I was done resisting.

I leaned down, my lips hovering near her ear. ‘Then prove it,’ I growled. ‘Show me you’re not just a pretty little tease.’

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she stood, pressing her body against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against me. ‘Careful what you wish for,’ she whispered, her voice dripping with confidence. ‘I don’t break easily.’

That was it. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and I crashed my lips against hers. She kissed me back with a fire I hadn’t expected, her tongue tangling with mine as if she’d been waiting for this just as long as I had. My cock was rock hard now, straining against my trousers, and I knew she could feel it. Her hands slid up my chest, nails digging in just enough to make me groan.

‘Fuck, Sarah,’ I panted, breaking the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck. ‘You’re gonna be the death of me.’

‘Good,’ she shot back, her voice husky. ‘I like a man who can keep up.’

I pushed her back against the table, my hands roaming over her perfect ass, squeezing as I ground myself against her. She moaned softly, her head tilting back, and I knew we were just getting started. Her pussy had to be wet already—I could almost feel it through her skirt, dripping with need. My fingers itched to tear off her clothes, to see her sweating and panting beneath me, to make her cum until she couldn’t think straight. This was only the beginning, and I was already too far gone to stop.