Late Night Cravings

**Chapter 1: Midnight Delivery**

The city hummed with restless energy as Jessica navigated the dimly lit streets, a foil-wrapped container of homemade lasagna balanced in her lap. Ferris had texted her an hour ago, his tone clipped and tired: *Still at the office. Might be all night.* She smirked at the thought of him hunched over spreadsheets, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal those forearms she couldn’t stop fantasizing about. If he was going to burn the midnight oil, she’d damn well make sure he didn’t starve—or go without a little distraction.

The elevator dinged as she reached the 17th floor, the sterile corporate silence broken only by the click of her heels. Ferris’s office door was ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the hallway. She didn’t knock. Why would she? She owned every inch of his attention the moment she walked in.

'Well, damn, if it isn’t my personal chef,' Ferris drawled, leaning back in his chair, a pen twirling between his fingers. His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on the tight black dress she’d chosen just for this. 'What’s the occasion, Jess? Or did you just miss me that much?'

Jessica set the container on his desk with a deliberate thud, her lips curling into a sly grin. 'Don’t flatter yourself, babe. I’m just making sure you don’t keel over from hunger before I get my turn to wear you out.' She leaned forward, giving him a teasing view of her cleavage. 'But if you’re too busy for a break, I can just—'

'Oh, no you don’t,' Ferris interrupted, his voice dropping to a low growl as he stood, rounding the desk in two strides. He towered over her, his presence commanding, but Jessica didn’t flinch. She met his gaze with a challenge, her pulse quickening. 'You think you can waltz in here looking like that and not pay the price?'

'Price?' She arched a brow, stepping closer until their bodies were a breath apart. 'I’m not some damsel, Ferris. If there’s a cost, you’re the one who’s gonna pay up.' Her hand slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. 'Question is, can you afford it tonight?'

He chuckled, a dark, hungry sound that sent a shiver down her spine. 'Baby, I’ve got more than enough in reserve for you.' His hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel the heat of him, the hard press of his desire already straining against his slacks. 'But let’s see if you can handle the interest.'

Jessica’s breath hitched, but her smirk didn’t falter. 'Try me, big shot. I’m not the one sweating over a deadline.' She tilted her head, lips brushing his jaw as she whispered, 'Or are you just stalling because you know I’ll have you panting in under five minutes?'

Ferris’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing with raw need. 'Keep talking, Jess. I’m gonna enjoy shutting that pretty mouth of yours.' He backed her against the desk, the edge biting into her thighs as he leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. 'But first, I’m starving—and not for lasagna.'

Her laughter was sharp, daring, as she hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. 'Then get to it, Ferris. I didn’t come all this way for small talk.' Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him lower as her dress rode up, exposing the lace of her panties. She was already wet, the anticipation dripping through her, and she knew he could tell. His groan vibrated against her skin as he dropped to his knees, his hands sliding up her thighs, ready to devour her like the feast she was.

The office air thickened with tension, their banter fading into heavy breaths and the promise of something explosive. Jessica’s heart raced, her body aching for the moment he’d taste her, claim her, right there on his desk. And she knew—oh, she knew—this was only the beginning of their late-night cravings.