The Office Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She winces in pain as I hold her hand tighter. “The only way you can help is to get a new pack of clean office shirts. And right now.” I release her hand and stand up to tower over her. She nods eagerly and hurries out of the office. I gasp in disbelief. “What the hell? Does she think this would build up to an office romance moment? How naughty can one’s secretary be for goodness sake?!”

I said, already getting up from my seat. We needed to come up with a plan, and fast, if they were going to stop Mr. Daniel's family from getting away with their greed. "Okay then," Alex said, standing up with the same firmness in his voice and following me to the office in the house. Walking through the soft carpeted hallway, muffling the sounds of footsteps, brought us to the door. I opened it and we went inside, this time surrounded by the usual book-paper environment. The office itself was a very cozy space with rows of shelves crammed full of files and books, leaving just enough room to fit in a large wooden desk in the middle of the room.

And even when she made an appearance she was usually glaring at everyone. Since they had been aware of Diana and I being friends they seemed to have agreed to the small lie that I had said. They slowly started dissipating away when they realized I had no gossip that I could indulge them in. Really office environments can be scary. One wrong move and your life could be turned into hell.

he murmurs as he kisses down my neck to the ‘V’ of my low-cut blouse. But the ‘we shouldn’t do this’ triggers memories of Saturday night, and it breaks the spell. “Ohhhh no, you’re not pulling any more of that Jedi mind crap on me,” I say, pushing his head away from my cleavage. He grins. “You haven’t ever fantasized about having sex at the office before?” Actually, I have fantasized about having sex at the office. There have been a lot of lonely, horny nights spent doing last-minute work projects when what I really wanted was a great lay.

His office, his desk would soon be a memory we wouldn't be able to forget. I sat on the desk scooting all his papers in a nice stack to the side, I spread my legs against the desk, as I smiled or tried to smile seductively. The laugh wasn't Nolan's as the door swung open slowly, I quickly ducked under the office desk. "Fuck", I whispered as Tyler and Nolan shuffled into the office and sat on the couch, causally, AS I CROUCHED UNDER THE DESK PRACTICALLY NAKED. "So have you decided what you guys are going to do about his company?", Tyler asked as I couldn't help but listen in.

"Office romance and enemies to lovers are my favorite tropes. Want me to do one on us?" "You refused to let me publish your book so we don't work together" "You can still wait for me in your office. I'll play your secretary and wear a really short skirt with ridiculously tall heels" "It's a date. How about after you come back?" "Come back from where?" She asked then stiffened. "Your trip. Have you already forgotten?" Stepping away from her, he took off his shirt and draped it over her shoulders "What time does your flight leave?" "Uh at ten. But say the word and I'll push it to the afternoon. Maybe in the evening or I can just cancel the trip altogether"

He squeezed her hand gently as they walked, his earlier tension melting away not that the official hurdle was cleared. The familiar office environment felt different somehow– less like a cage and more like shared territory. “Either way,” Oliver continued, steering her around a group of junior analysts huddled by the copy machine, “Our relationship is now officially company sanctioned, which means we can’t get fired from making eyes at each other during staff meetings.” His tone held a mix of relief and playful sarcasm as they approached their respective workspaces.

Chapter Three – Executive Ecstasy The Obsidian Office evolved into a haven of shadows and power as the night settled, the tinted windows reflecting the city lights, the boardroom table a stage for our entwined forms. My blouse and skirt were strewn aside, bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me burned, a primal need fueled by Daniel’s unrelenting dominance. He loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce mastery, ready to culminate our executive ecstasy. The office thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our professional roles a sacred bond that tightened with each touch.

Damian's POV The office is a living thing by nine o’clock: a web of quietly desperate ambition knotted between the glass walls and the matte-black marble floors. I can feel it before I see it, just as I feel the thread of Ava at my side—her steady footfalls, the small stack of folders pressed to her chest—both a ward and a weapon.

His office, I suppose. Just wow! The sparkling, clean black terrazzo floor rhymes perfectly with the grey-painted wall of this hall of an office. It's huge, neatly clean, and arranged. Nothing is out of place, and dear, he even has a walk-in closet in his office? My, my! I should ask him to squeeze me somewhere here and be his officemate. Gia Wilsons and Deep Moore Azzua are sharing an office, huh? I will do everything wrong in this office, except ogling him, so forget it! What will I even do with the space? Turn it into a studio. Naah!