Office Heat(3)

Office Heat

Chapter 3

I stayed late the next day.

And the day after that.

And every day that followed.

It became a pattern so clean it almost looked innocent from the outside. I worked. The floor emptied. Adrian’s office light stayed on. I waited until the last of the junior associates left, then walked the short stretch of carpet to the executive wing with my heart already racing and my cock half-hard from anticipation alone.

He never made me wait long.

Sometimes he locked the door the second I stepped inside. Sometimes he made me stand there for a full minute while he finished an email, eyes never leaving the screen, like he had all the time in the world and I was simply another task on his list. Those minutes were the worst. And the best. My pulse climbed with every second of silence until I was desperate before he even touched me.

On Thursday he didn’t lock the door right away.

He looked up from his desk, took in the way I was already breathing a little too fast, and said, “Come here.”

I walked around the desk. He turned his chair just enough to face me, then reached out and opened my belt with the same calm efficiency he used for everything else. My pants and briefs were pushed down to mid-thigh. My cock sprang free, already leaking. Adrian wrapped his hand around me and stroked once, slow, watching my face the entire time.

“You’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said.

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you thought about.”

I swallowed. “Your desk. You behind me. The way you held me down.”

He made a low sound of approval and stroked me again, thumb dragging over the head. “And?”

“The way you talked. The things you said while you fucked me.”

“Good.” He let go of me suddenly. The loss made me bite back a sound. “Turn around. Hands on the desk.”

I obeyed.

He stood, pressed in close behind me, and reached around to open the top drawer of his desk. I heard the soft click of the lube bottle. Then his slick fingers were between my legs, pushing into me without preamble. Two at once. The stretch burned. I dropped my head and tried to stay quiet while he worked me open with the same ruthless patience as before.

“You’re still so tight,” he murmured against the side of my neck. “Even after taking me twice already this week.”

I pushed back onto his fingers without meaning to. He clicked his tongue softly.

“Greedy. Stay still.”

I forced myself to stop moving. He added a third finger and curled them until my knees threatened to buckle. Every time I got close he slowed down, pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in like he had nowhere else to be. The glass walls of his office suddenly felt too transparent. Anyone walking past the executive wing would see me bent over his desk with my pants around my thighs and his hand buried between my legs.

The risk made everything sharper.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. I need you.”

He pulled his fingers out, slicked himself, and pushed in with one long, controlled thrust that stole the air from my lungs. I bit down on my own forearm to stay quiet. Adrian’s hand settled on the back of my neck, holding me down against the cool wood while he fucked me deep and steady.

“Look at the door,” he said.

I did.

The glass was clear. The hallway beyond it empty for now. But the cleaning staff usually started on this floor around nine. We both knew it.

“Anyone could walk past,” he continued, voice calm even as his hips snapped harder. “They’d see exactly who you belong to right now.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat straight through me. I came without warning, spilling across the edge of his desk with a broken sound muffled against my arm. Adrian didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, slower, deeper, until the oversensitivity made me shake and push back for more at the same time.

“Again,” he said. “You’re not done.”

His hand wrapped around my oversensitive cock. The dual sensation was too much. I came a second time with tears stinging my eyes, body locking up around him. Only then did he let himself go. His rhythm turned harder, less controlled. When he finished it was with a low, rough sound against my shoulder and a final deep thrust that buried him to the hilt.

He stayed inside me for a long time afterward, breathing hard, one hand still resting on the back of my neck like he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

Eventually he pulled out. I felt the warm slide of him leaving me, the mess that followed. He cleaned me with a handful of tissues from his desk drawer, then helped me straighten my clothes with the same quiet efficiency he used for everything else.

When I was presentable again he sat back in his chair and looked at me.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “Don’t come to my office.”

My stomach dropped. “What?”

“There’s a senior strategy meeting in the main conference room at seven. Most of the floor will still be here. I want you in the supply closet on the east side of the building at seven-fifteen. Door unlocked. Pants already down. Waiting.”

I stared at him.

The risk was different this time. Higher. The supply closet was closer to the open-plan desks. Closer to people who still lingered after hours. One wrong sound, one person deciding they needed extra pens, and everything would collapse.

Adrian watched the conflict play out on my face and didn’t look away.

“You don’t have to,” he said quietly. “You can go home tomorrow like a normal employee. We can stop this whenever you want.”

The out was right there again. Clean. Safe.

I already knew I wasn’t going to take it.

“I’ll be there,” I said.

Something dark and satisfied flickered in his eyes.

“Good. Don’t be late.”

I walked out of his office with his cum still leaking down my thigh and the terrifying, electric certainty that I was already addicted to the way he risked everything just to have me.