Chapter five

Sitting on his lap, I moved my waist slowly and deliberately, every measured motion pulling us deeper into the dangerous warmth between us. His hands rested firmly on my hips, possessive yet controlled, before sliding upward with unhurried intent.

My breath caught as his fingers brushed against my skin, carefully unfastening the buttons of my shirt one by one. The look in his eyes never left mine—steady, heated, and impossible to ignore.

“You keep testing my patience,” he murmured, his voice rough enough to send a shiver through me.

A faint smile touched my lips as I leaned closer, my hands settling against his shoulders. “And yet,” I whispered, “you still let me.”

I held his hands against me, my breath hitching as his touch lingered, while I kept moving slowly in his lap—playful, teasing motions meant to test the last of his restraint.

A sharp exhale left him as he pulled me closer, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse race. The tension between us thickened with every second, charged and intoxicating, until even the smallest movement felt dangerous.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” he muttered against my ear.

I smiled faintly, leaning back just enough to meet his eyes. “Maybe I like seeing you lose control.”

His breath came low and strained as his hands unbuttoned the rest of my shirt.

I swallowed hard, my pulse stumbling beneath his gaze. The teasing confidence in his voice only made the tension between us worse—he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“Maybe I wanted to hear you say it,” I murmured softly.

His erection was stiff as I sensed his cock trying to tent up I already felt his hard erection trying to tent up but couldn't as I countered it with my ass on top of it.

I rubbed roughly against him; his hands instinctively reached for hips, holding them as I twerked my ass slowly but unkindly.

"Aaah!" He moaned, though quietly. "Damn you Mel— ahh, yes! babe!"

His hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, trying to take off the rest of my shirt, but I denied him the opportunity—Quickly without warning I took off from his lap and jumped on the table, landing on my knees.

I swept most of the things off the table in my haste, folders and loose papers fluttering down like a storm around us. A pen holder tipped over, scattering pens across the floor while his chair rolled backward from the force, crashing softly into the cabinet behind him.

"Wow!" He remarked.

"Naughty boy," I said, playfully, as I bent myself right calling him with my finger. "Let's try if you can chew it all."

His response was immediate, he bolted up in an instant, his small tent finally came into view.

"Aaah!"

I screamed as his large hand smacked me hard that in the way the sound reverberates within the office—left no doubt if someone had been passing by must've heard it.

“Laney—” I whispered sharply, half warning, half excited.

His hands moved to the waistband of my office slacks, pulling them all the way down, and instead of leaving them around my legs, he took them off completely and tossed them aside.

I was fully naked now, except for the shirt barely on me—his hands came caressing the plump flesh before pulling my panties leaving my flesh bare and then came my thong, he pulled it as I felt the last of the fabric sliding out of my ass crack.

He held it in his hand when I stole a look on him, he inhaled deep, smelling it

“Sorry, babe...” he murmured. “Guess you’ll have to go home without these, today.”

I shot him the same irritated look I always gave him, he knew I didn't like going home with

“...Laney—”

He paid little attention to my weak protest before lifting himself onto the hard mahogany desk. Joining me and I quickly turned my face away as my palms pressed against the polished wood for balance.

The tension between us snapped tighter when he tugged my shirt from my shoulders in one impatient motion, leaving me breathless beneath his heated stare. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence felt heavier than words.

His fingers moved to the clasp of my bra, slow this time despite the urgency in his eyes, and when the fabric slipped away, his gaze darkened with open admiration. The look alone made warmth rush through me faster than his touch ever could.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured quietly, just as the metallic sound of his belt buckle echoed through the room.

My breath caught instantly at the sharp click. The sound alone sent a wave of nervous anticipation through me, making my fingers curl tighter against the edge of the desk.

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine, intense enough to make the air feel thinner between us. “Still looking away from me?” he asked softly, almost teasing now.

Slowly, I turned my head back toward him, my pulse racing under the weight of his attention. The tension between us had become almost unbearable—

His one hand reached for my long hair, holding them at the end like a rope—at the same time the tip of his cock brushed against my ass chick as his hand came resting against the upper part of my ass close to the waist.

He was about to ride me—even though every moment of this sex felt too transactional because it was never about love or any lustful desire on my side. But there's no other thing that I enjoyed more than being rode on the ass—the only setback was that, Laney nor my husband, Derrick, never ass fuck me!

Though I used to enjoy some time in the past.

I let out a breath arching my back as his grip on my hair got tighter pulling my head up. At the time his thing went into my vagina like he was not in a hurry.

"Girl," he said quietly as he put his thing into my vagina slowly.

"Aaaa—" he moaned, his voice high.

"I have been waiting for this moment all day," he said, " to get a taste of your punani."

I bit my lips, trying not to get too caught up in this because it always ended with me reminding him that we were still at work, in hisoffice.

He started riding, like a rider on a horse back, so was his movements, he tugged my hair hard as he pumped me in quick successions without halting.

"Yes..." he murmured, the sound of my ass slapping him dominating the room, his entire balance was held by the pull of my hair as if he were to let go he'd go down instantly.

I couldn't swing my head to look at his gaze but I knew it was all over me—I looked as sex and naked as I first walked into this world—the perfect version of what he loves to call 'his office slut' And I couldn't deny the fact that I was.

“What I’d do to earn you forever, Princess?” he whispered, his movements slowing as his breath turned uneven, restraint slipping just beneath the surface.

“I’m off limits,” I teased softly.

“Off limits,” he repeated, quieter now, almost disbelieving. "Wait—I think, ah—ahaaa—"

He was coming, I felt his pulsing inside me, and just as I expected it, he never lasted longer than I ever predicted.

The desk creaked beneath us.

“Damn it…” he groaned quietly, letting go of my hair, giving me a sense of relief for the first time after a while as he dropped on top of me trying to steady himself. “You feel too good."

“You’re trouble, Laney,” I murmured, "get off me times up, it's getting late!"

"Aah... can't we enjoy this moment justice for now?" He said his hands coming winding around me.

"Nope," I said sharply, pushing him away, "we're on the table—clearly not professional nor civilised and I've a husband to attend to. So, no!"

He lifted his head at me and smiled. "A married woman, huh?"

“We really need a better self-control,” I said, looking around at the disaster we’ve made around the office—the overturned chair, papers everywhere, my clothes scattered across the floor—we both smiled at the scene.

Outside the office, footsteps suddenly passed by the hallway.

Both of us froze instantly.

For one tense second, neither of us even breathed.

Then the footsteps faded away.

I exhaled sharply before laughing under my breath again, stepping down from the table.

“One day,” I spoke, “you’re going to get us caught.”

"Well, I'd just fire the one who dared interrupt his boss during his pleasure hours." He said, lifting up from me, closing his zip.

I couldn’t believe that was the only thing he had to do to get his smartness back. Meanwhile, I was left in a far worse position—scrambling around the office, gathering my clothes from different corners of the room, my hair all mangled hair, all of my makeup gone.

I'd everything in my hands except my bra, panties, and my thongs—they were all missing. I turned in time only to realize Laney was locking them in his desk.

“Laney?” I called out sharply, turning back toward him. “I can’t walk home like this. My clothes are gone.”

He didn’t answer immediately. When I finally looked at him, his expression had shifted—calm, almost too calm.

“What?” he said, leaning back slightly. “I already told you—I like when you leave the office unguarded like this. It gives me a clear impression of you.”

I frowned, crossing my arms as I tried to steady my voice. “That’s not funny, Laney. I still need my things back.”

"Not gonna happen," he said shortly.

"Well," I said. "Aren't you going to give at least my bra?"

He remained quiet for a moment, just watching me with that same unreadable half-smile.

“See you tomorrow,” he said casually, already turning away. Then, as if it were an afterthought, he added, “And one more thing—remember Adrian Vale.”

“What—” I stopped myself mid-sentence, the shift in his tone cutting through my irritation.

"Him? What about him?" I asked.

“Here,” he said, pulling something from his pocket.

A card.

“That’s his number,” Laney added. “I told him there was no need to go through my PA, but he insisted. Said it would be more appropriate to stay in touch through you.”

I blinked at him. “Me?”

My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Why me?”

Laney looked at me like the answer should’ve been obvious.

“You’re my PA, Mel,” he said calmly, placing the card into my hand. “So be a good assistant and handle that for me. Mr. Adrian is important. He’s a goldmine, and I don’t intend to lose an opportunity like that just because of communication preferences.”

The weight of the card felt heavier than it should have.

I stared at it for a moment, then back at him. “So that’s it?”