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THE CONTRACT
An Erotic Short Story
Category: Erotic Couplings / Office | Tags: Boss, Power, Desk, Explicit
Elena had worked at Hale Industries for eleven months, three weeks, and two days before she ever saw Damien Hale without a suit.
She knew the exact number because she had been counting. Every late night, every impossible deadline, every time his low voice cut through a meeting and made the air feel thinner. She told herself it was professional respect. She was lying.
It was 11:47 p.m. on a Friday when the elevator opened and he walked out wearing black sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt that clung to every hard line of his chest and shoulders. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he'd run his hands through it too many times. He stopped when he saw her still at her desk.
"You're still here."
Elena's pulse jumped. "You said you wanted the quarterly report by morning."
"I said by morning," he corrected, voice rough from the long day. "Not midnight."
She should have packed her things. Instead she stayed seated, fingers resting on the keyboard she was no longer typing on.
Damien walked toward her slowly. The office was empty. The only light came from her desk lamp and the city glowing beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. When he stopped, the edge of her desk pressed against the backs of her thighs.
"What if I told you I don't actually care about the report right now?" he asked.
Elena's mouth went dry. "Then what do you care about?"
His eyes dropped to her mouth, then lower, to the way her blouse had come slightly undone at the top after hours of work. Something dark and hungry moved behind his expression.
"You," he said simply.
Before she could answer, he reached past her and swept everything off the desk in one violent motion. Keyboard, mouse, stacked papers, and her monitor crashed to the floor. The sound was shockingly loud in the quiet office.
Then his hands were on her waist. He lifted her onto the polished wood like she weighed nothing.
His mouth crashed onto hers—not careful, not gentle. He kissed her like he had been thinking about it for months and had finally given himself permission. One hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back. The other shoved her pencil skirt up to her hips.
When his fingers found bare skin and nothing else, he made a low, broken sound against her lips.