Office Seduction Novels & Stories

I pulled him off from his seat to the dance floor. I danced through the rhythm, moving my body in a seductive manner as I twerk on him, making him touch every part of my body without hesitation. Things between us started getting heated and I know he too felt it too, the budge evident on his pants tells me so. I took his hand to grope my ass as I pressed my boobs to his chest, taking my feet inches high and whispering into his ear, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget that this world exist” I kissed his neck, drawing him into my temptation, he smacked my ass in agreement as he pulled me into the best kiss I have ever had.

I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself, making my breath hitch at the pleasure I was feeling. I pictured the way Tessa would slowly peeled her clothes, revealing her bare flesh, I imagined her soft lips wrapped around my cock sucking it slowly. My hand moved faster, chasing her moans I could almost hear, her voice echoed in my mind like a song. Then she sat on my lap, twerking on my painful erection slowly. "Ugh .fuck... Tessa go faster..." I was almost losing control when the door swung open. WHAT THE FUCK! My Secretary walked in slowly, swaying her hips. The red dress was scandalously short, every step she took was riding high enough to flash the lace of her panties.

He knows exactly how to drive her to the edge, then pull her back for the delicious fall. She watches, a slow, knowing smile touching her lips, as he tears open a condom packet. Her gaze tracks the deliberate journey of his hand, rolling the latex slowly down the throbbing, engorged length of him. Her core clenches in hungry anticipation, a deep ache demanding to be filled. Celeste places one hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging slightly into his warm skin, and her other hand presses flat against the cool marble, bracing herself. She steadies for the weight, for the glorious, inevitable press of him, for what comes next.

"Walking into my office unannounced, dressed like pure temptation. On your knees one moment, bending over my desk the next. You know exactly what that does to me, don't you, pet?" "Yes, Sir," I whispered, my voice breathy and trembling, cheeks flushing hot as I held the position perfectly—back arched, legs slightly parted, ass raised in invitation. The vast city sprawled indifferent beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, millions of lives buzzing far below, oblivious to the intimate power play unfolding high above them. But in this room, the world narrowed to just us: his unyielding dominance, my willing surrender, the air thick with the scent of his cologne—sandalwood and spice—and the faint,

“I was certain he would come that day since it was a Wednesday because he came on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.” “I see—” “Then, when Alexander walked him out of the Enterprise, I tiptoed back into the office to get my phone,” the younger woman pointed at the phone that rested on the table. “Then, I found those on the recorder app when I turned it on.” “You are a genius!” Victoria cried. “My goodness! I knew I did the right thing by involving you in this project!” “You did, of course,” Tricia boasted and picked up her phone. “Over and over again, I recorded them while they fucked in the office, not knowing they were being watched and caught.”

So I leaned over and she arched back, probably nervous of how my face was near hers. She gripped the collars of my suit jacket and slowly parted her lips. I tucked hair behind her ear and she quivered when I cupped the side of her neck. She sucked in a breath when my left hand on her knees shifted to her thigh and in the process, I ended up moving the dress up a little, almost close to her hips. The sexual tension was increasing with each passing second as our breaths synced. I moved my hand from her neck to the small of her back and I pushed her forward as her nose crushed on mine.

I did not have it all day. The pin that had the poison had been placed in my ear, like an earring. It was not the safest place but at the same time, it kind of was. Also, it did not draw any attention and would be easily accessible when I was ready to use it. I stood to my feet and walked over to the huge flat-screen TV. Finding the remote, I turn the TV on and put on some music, making it loud. The seductive tone of the music playing plus me untying my robe started to do the trick. I watched the CEO carefully and from the growing bulge in his boxer brief, I could tell that he was now aroused.

Christopher The office is a mess—papers scattered, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. My grip tightens around Celeste’s waist as I press her against the cool glass of my desk. She gasps, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. My lips trace the curve, tasting her, owning her.

Ethan led us upstairs. When we reached my father’s old office, the door was open. The room was a mess. Drawers had been pulled out. Files were scattered across the floor. My heart sank. “Ashley was looking for something.” Damian nodded. “Or trying to make us think she was.” Ethan handed Damian a tablet. “I recovered footage from six months ago.” Damian pressed play. The screen showed the lobby of Bennett Interiors. The date was clearly visible. Six months before my wedding.

I grabbed her thighs, lifting her legs until she was wrapped around my waist, her back pinned against the heavy mahogany office door. I drove into her with one violent, deep thrust. Eden screamed, the sound echoing off the glass walls of the private office. She was soaking wet, her body already primed from the sheer power trip of the meeting. I began to fuck her right there against the door, my hips slamming against hers with a wet, heavy cadence that rattled the frosted glass.