Mag-log inchapter 5: The breeding routine 2 I told my last remaining colleague I was heading out, then took the stairs down one floor. The executive wing was quiet. The bathroom door was unlocked. The second I stepped inside he was on me—spinning me around, pushing me toward the long marble counter, yanking my underwear down. “Been thinking about this all day,” he said, voice rough as he freed himself for his pants. “Sitting in meetings with a hard-on remembering how you clenched around me last night.” He pushed into me in one deep thrust that made me cry out. The sound echoed off the tile. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me hard from behind, one hand in my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight, relentless circles. In the mirror I could see us, my blouse half-open, my skirt bunched at my waist, his younger face tight with concentration as he drove into me. “Look at yourself,” he ordered. “Look at how you take it. Look at how greedy you are for the intern’s cock.” I c
Chapter 4 – Breeding Routine The last of his control seemed to snap. He started thrusting in earnest again, hard and deep and relentless, the desk rocking beneath us. The pressure built so fast I could barely breathe. When the orgasm finally hit it tore through me in a long, shuddering wave that made my thighs clamp around his hips and my voice break on his name. He followed almost immediately. He slammed in deep one last time and held there, groaning low against my neck as he came. I felt every thick pulse of him inside me, hot and heavy, filling me until I was sure I couldn’t take any more. He stayed buried to the hilt through it, hips jerking with each spurt, one hand gripping my thigh hard enough that I knew I would bruise. For a long moment the only sound was our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the building. He pulled out slowly. I felt the immediate warm trickle of his come starting to slip out of me. He watched it for a second, then reached down and pushed t
Chapter 3 – Claimed I told myself I wouldn’t stay late again. I lasted until 7:40. The floor was already emptying when I finally closed the last spreadsheet and leaned back in my chair. Most of the desks around me were dark. The cleaning crew wouldn’t come through for another hour. I should have packed my bag and gone home like a responsible adult who hadn’t spent the last two days replaying the feel of her intern’s fingers inside her. Instead I sat there, staring at nothing, until I heard the soft knock on the doorframe. Dave stood there without coffee this time “You’re still here,” he said. “So are you.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He walked around the desk until he was standing in front of me, close enough that I had to tip my head back. “I’ve been thinking about the other night,” he said. “About how you sounded when you came on my fingers. About how wet you got when I talked about breeding you.” Heat crawled up my neck. “Dave—” “Tell m
Instead I whispered, “I don’t want you to stop.” That was all it took. His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been starving for it. The kiss was nothing like the careful, testing ones I had sometimes imagined. It was deep and hungry and a little desperate, his tongue sliding against mine, his hand sliding into my hair to tilt my head the way he wanted. I made a soft, helpless sound against his mouth and felt him groan in answer. He pressed closer, the hard line of his body pinning me against the desk, and I could feel how hard he already was through his slacks. My hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, pulling him in tighter. When he nipped my lower lip I gasped, and he used the opening to kiss me even deeper. One of his hands left my hair and slid down my side, over the curve of my waist, until it reached the hem of my skirt. He paused there for half a second, giving me one last chance to stop him. When I only arched closer, he pushed the fabric up my thigh
Chapter 2 – Crossing the Line The office was completely empty by the time the clock on my monitor hit 9:17. I had stayed later than I meant to again. The rest of the floor had gone dark hours ago, the only light coming from my desk lamp and the soft blue glow of the two screens still open in front of me. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows the city looked distant and quiet, a scatter of lights against the black. I heard his footsteps before I saw him. Dave appeared in the doorway holding two paper cups, the same way he had on so many other nights. His tie was loosened. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. He looked tired in a way that somehow made him more handsome, the usual careful intern polish softened by the late hour. “Still here,” he said. “Yeah.” I accepted the coffee he held out. Our fingers brushed. The contact lasted a second longer than it needed to. “You didn’t have to stay.” “I wanted to.” He stepped fully into the office and let the door drift almost close
Chapter 1 – Late Nights The first time he stayed late, I almost sent him home. It was past eight and the floor had emptied out hours ago. Most of the lights were off except for the ones over my desk and the soft glow coming from the intern bay. I was still buried in the quarterly projections when I heard the quiet knock on my open door. “Ms. Calder?” I looked up. Dave stood there holding two paper cups, looking a little unsure of himself in his slightly too big button down. He's Twenty three. Fresh out of college. “You didn’t have to stay,” I said. “I know. But you mentioned the competitor analysis still needed cleaning up. I finished the first half.” He held up one of the cups. “And I got coffee. Black, with one sugar. That’s right, isn’t it?” I blinked. I hadn’t realized he’d noticed how I took it. “That’s right,” I said, softer than I meant to. “Thank you.” He set the cup on my desk and hovered for a second like he wasn’t sure if he should leave. I glanced at the time,







