Late Night Cravings

Chapter 1: Midnight Delivery

Jessica adjusted the tight black dress hugging her curves as she stepped out of the elevator, a thermal bag of homemade lasagna dangling from her manicured fingers. The office was a ghost town at this hour, save for the faint glow spilling from Ferris’s corner suite. Her heels clicked assertively on the marble floor, echoing her resolve. She wasn’t just here to play the dutiful wife dropping off dinner. No, she had an agenda, and her pulse quickened with every step.

'Ferris, you workaholic bastard,' she muttered under her breath, a smirk curling her lips. She pushed the door open without knocking, catching him mid-typing, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal those forearms she couldn’t stop fantasizing about. His dark eyes snapped up, a predatory glint flashing as he took her in.

'Well, damn, Jess. Didn’t expect a delivery this late. Or this... appetizing,' Ferris drawled, leaning back in his leather chair, his gaze raking over her like she was the main course. 'What’s in the bag? Or should I be more interested in what’s under that dress?'

Jessica sauntered over, hips swaying with purpose, and dropped the bag on his desk with a thud. 'Lasagna. Your favorite. But let’s be real, Ferris, you’re not starving for food.' She leaned forward, giving him a deliberate view down her neckline, her voice dropping to a husky challenge. 'You’ve been ignoring me all week. I’m here to collect what’s mine.'

Ferris’s grin was pure sin as he stood, towering over her, the air between them crackling. 'Oh, sweetheart, you think you’re calling the shots tonight? I’ve been buried in spreadsheets, but I’m never too busy to remind you who’s in charge.' He stepped closer, his hand brushing her hip, fingers digging in just enough to make her breath hitch.

'Try me,' Jessica shot back, her eyes blazing with defiance. 'You think you can just sit there looking like sex on a stick and not pay the price? I’m not some wilting flower waiting for your attention. I take what I want.' She grabbed his tie, yanking him down until their lips were a whisper apart. 'And right now, I want you on your knees.'

Ferris chuckled, low and dangerous, his breath hot against her mouth. 'Bold words, Jess. You know I love tasting you, making that pretty pussy drip for me. But if I go down, you’re gonna scream my name so loud the night guard hears it.' His hands slid to her ass, gripping hard, pulling her flush against him. She could feel him, already hard, pressing into her thigh, and it sent a jolt of raw, hungry heat straight through her.

'Promises, promises,' she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge as she shoved him back toward the desk. 'Less talking, more action. I’m already wet just thinking about your tongue. Don’t make me wait, Ferris.'

He growled, the sound primal, as he hoisted her onto the desk, papers scattering. Her dress rode up, exposing lace that barely covered anything, and his eyes darkened with lust. 'Fuck, Jess, you’re gonna be the death of me.' His fingers hooked into her panties, tugging them down with a roughness that made her gasp. 'But first, I’m gonna feast.'

Jessica’s heart pounded as she watched him sink to his knees, his hands spreading her thighs wide. She was panting already, horny as hell, the anticipation making her sweat. This was just the beginning, and she knew by the end of the night, they’d both be wrecked—her screaming, him cumming deep inside her. But for now, she braced herself for the first explosive wave.