The office was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the overhead lights. Sarah leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. She glanced at the clock on her desk and sighed. It was already past eight, and she was still stuck at the office.
Her eyes flickered over to Tom's desk, where he was hunched over a stack of papers. He was always here late, she thought. The man was a workaholic, just like her. But unlike her, Tom had a charm about him that made it hard for Sarah to stay focused.
Tom looked up and caught her staring. He flashed her a grin, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. Sarah rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. "You really need to learn to leave work on time."
Tom chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Says the woman who's still here, too."
Sarah opened her mouth to retort, but Tom beat her to it. "You're such a workaholic, Sarah. Don't you ever take a break?"
Sarah's eyes narrowed. "And don't you ever slack off, Tom? You're always here late, playing catch-up."
Tom shrugged. "I like to take my time. Quality over quantity, you know?"
Sarah snorted. "Well, maybe if you stopped flirting with everyone in the office, you'd get more work done."
Tom's grin widened. "Oh, is that what you think I'm doing? Flirting with you?"
Sarah's cheeks grew warm. "I didn't say that."
Tom leaned forward, resting his arms on his desk. "Come on, Sarah. You can't deny the chemistry between us."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't deny it, but she didn't want to admit it either. She cleared her throat and changed the subject. "So, are you almost done? I want to get out of here."
Tom glanced at his stack of papers and sighed. "Almost. Just a few more things to finish up."
Sarah stood up, stretching her legs. She couldn't help but notice the way Tom's eyes trailed down her body. She felt a thrill of excitement run through her.
Without thinking, she walked over to Tom's desk and leaned in close. "You know what I think you need?" she whispered.
Tom's eyes widened. "What?"
Sarah grinned. "A break."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Tom's ear. "A dirty, filthy break."
Tom's breath hitched. "Sarah..."
Sarah took his hand and led him to a secluded part of the office. Once they were alone, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. Tom's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer.
Sarah felt bold, empowered. She reached down and started to undo Tom's pants. Tom, surprised but eager, helped her pull them down.
Sarah dropped to her knees and took Tom in her mouth. Tom let out a low moan, his head thrown back against the wall.
After a few minutes, Sarah stood up and stripped off her own clothes. Tom, mesmerized by her confidence, did the same.
Sarah pushed Tom onto the desk and climbed on top of him. Tom, more than happy to oblige, thrust up into her.
The two of them moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and their moans filling the room.
As they finished, Sarah leaned down and whispered something filthy in Tom's ear. Tom, spent and satisfied, couldn't help but laugh.
The two of them cleaned up and got dressed, their secret encounter leaving them both breathless and satisfied.
As they left the office, they exchanged a knowing look. Their office may never be the same again.
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.