Chapter 9: OFFICE ROMANCE

     The office was quiet. Sofia sat at her desk, her fingers still on the keyboard, but her mind was somewhere else. She felt it before she saw him—Alexander’s presence, strong and dark, filling the room. Her heart jumped.  

He leaned against the doorway, tall and calm, watching her. His eyes were dark, deep, and full of something she couldn’t name. Desire. Power. Both.  

“You’re still here,” he said softly. His voice made her shiver.  

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.  

He stepped closer, slow. Each step made her pulse race. Her body felt warm, alive, responding before her mind could even think.  

“Don’t look away,” he said.  

Sofia lifted her eyes. She couldn’t stop. His stare held her like a magnet. She felt weak. Her chest rose fast. Her lips parted slightly.  

Alexander circled her, slow, careful. His hands were at his sides, but she felt them. Every step he took made her skin tingle.  

“Relax,” he said quietly. “Just feel it.”  

Sofia’s stomach twisted. Her thighs pressed together. She didn’t move. She couldn’t.  

He stopped behind her, close enough that she could feel his warmth. His hand brushed lightly over her shoulder, soft as a feather. She gasped.  

“You’re already reacting,” he murmured.  

“Yes,” she breathed. Her body trembled.  

His fingers slid down her arm, tracing her skin lightly. Sofia closed her eyes. She wanted him to stop and continue at the same time. She wanted more of him, every touch, every whisper.  

“Don’t move,” he said, low and calm.  

She nodded, even though her body wanted to lean into him. Her pulse throbbed in her chest, her nipples pressing against her blouse. Every nerve was awake.  

Alexander’s hands hovered near her waist, not touching yet. The tension was unbearable. Sofia’s breath came in short gasps. She wanted him, needed him.  

“You feel that?” he asked. “The heat. The want?”  

“Yes,” she whispered. “Everywhere.”  

He smiled. Dark. Knowing. His hands slid over her sides, brushing the curve of her hips lightly. Sofia trembled. Her knees felt weak.  

“Good,” he said. “You feel it. You’re alive.”  

He moved in front of her. Sofia’s eyes met his. His gaze made her shiver, made her ache. She wanted his hands everywhere, wanted to feel him against her skin.  

“Your body knows before your mind,” he murmured. “It listens.”  

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.  

Alexander reached slowly, brushing a finger along her collarbone. Sofia gasped softly. Her breath hitched. Her chest rose and fell faster.  

“Already sensitive,” he said.  

“Yes,” she whispered. Her voice was small, trembling.  

His fingers slid down over her shoulder, along her arms. Each touch was slow, teasing, almost cruel. Sofia felt fire bloom inside her. Her thighs pressed together tighter. She wanted more, but she stayed still.  

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You let it happen. You feel without moving.”  

Sofia bit her lip. She wanted to moan. Her body ached for more. Every nerve was alive.  

He stepped closer. Their bodies almost touched. Heat radiated between them. Sofia felt the tension coil tighter inside her.  

“Feel this,” he said. He brushed his hand lightly along her waist again. Sofia shivered violently.  

“Your body belongs to me,” he said softly. “Even when you don’t move. Even when you try to hide it.”  

“Yes,” she whispered. She could barely breathe.  

Alexander’s hands rested lightly on her hips now. Sofia trembled. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and turned on. She wanted him everywhere. Her stomach twisted with need.  

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured. “Let it happen.”  

Sofia’s breath came fast. Her body responded before she could think. Her nipples were hard, pressed against her blouse. Her core ached, wet with desire.  

He brushed a finger lightly along her inner arm. Sofia gasped. Her knees weakened slightly. She could feel her body bending toward him, even though she stayed still.  

“You want me,” he whispered. “I can see it in you. Hear it in your breath.”  

“Yes,” she said, trembling. “I… I want you.”  

Alexander’s lips hovered near her ear. “Good,” he murmured. “You don’t even have to ask.”  

Sofia shivered. Her heart raced. Her thighs pressed together. She wanted his hands everywhere, his lips on her skin, his heat against hers.  

He circled her again slowly, close, letting the tension build. Sofia’s chest rose and fell fast. Her skin tingled, her body alive in a way it had never been before.  

“You feel every touch,” he said. “Every brush. Every whisper. And you want more. Don’t you?”  

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice small and shaky.  

He stopped behind her. Sofia could feel him through the warmth between their bodies. His hand slid lightly along her hip, teasing, almost brushing her thighs.  

Her breath hitched. Her body bent slightly toward him. Heat pooled low in her stomach. Her body ached for his hands, for him.  

“You belong here,” he murmured softly. “With me. Even now, even before anything happens.”  

“Yes,” she whispered. “I… I do.”  

His lips brushed her hair. His hand slid lower, just a touch against her side, making her gasp. Sofia’s body was trembling, alive with need. She wanted him. She needed him.  

Alexander leaned in closer. Sofia could feel the weight of him behind her. His breath warmed her neck.  

“Stay still,” he whispered. “Feel it. Only this. No words.”  

Sofia nodded, trembling. Her body ached. Her skin burned. Every nerve was awake. Her thighs pressed together. Her breath came fast. Her chest rose and fell violently.  

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You feel. You obey without trying. And that’s all I need right now.”  

Sofia shivered violently, every inch of her burning. She wanted more. She wanted his hands, his lips, his body pressed against hers. But she stayed still. She obeyed. She felt everything.  

Alexander’s hands moved lightly again along her waist, teasing, brushing the sensitive skin. Sofia moaned softly, even though she tried not to. Her body trembled. Her core pulsed with need.  

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Every inch of you knows what you want. And you can’t hide it.”  

“Yes,” she whispered. Her body ached, wet and desperate.  

He stepped back slightly, admiring her. Sofia’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. Her thighs quivered. Her chest heaved. She was alive, burning, and completely his.  

“You belong to me,” he whispered. “Even now. Even before anything starts. And tonight… we will explore every inch of that.”  

Sofia’s heart raced. Her body trembled. Her core ached. She wanted him, needed him, craved him. She nodded, breathless, ready for him.  

She was his. Completely.  

And tonight, nothing else mattered.