The days that followed were a whirlwind of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and hurried encounters in Ethan's office. Olivia found herself constantly distracted, her mind drifting to the passionate interludes she shared with her boss. She knew it was risky, but she couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them.
One afternoon, as Olivia sat at her desk, pretending to focus on her work, Ethan buzzed her on the intercom.
"Olivia, can you come in here for a moment?" His voice was low and commanding.
She stood on shaky legs, smoothing down her skirt before knocking softly on his door. Ethan was seated behind his desk, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. He looked up as she entered, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Close the door," he ordered softly.
Olivia complied, locking it behind her. She approached the desk hesitantly, her heart pounding in her chest.
"What is it?" she asked breathlessly.
Ethan leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Olivia's. "Come here," he said, his voice husky.
She moved closer, stopping when she was standing directly in front of him. Ethan reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto his lap. Olivia gasped, straddling him as she felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her core.
"I can't concentrate," he murmured, nuzzling her neck. "All I can think about is you... the way you feel, the way you taste..."
His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and caressing. Olivia's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as he teased her through the thin fabric of her skirt.
"We shouldn't..." she protested weakly, even as she ground against him.
Ethan silenced her with a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth possessively. "I know," he breathed against her lips. "But I can't help myself when it comes to you."
His hands slid under her skirt, pushing it up around her waist.
Olivia's breath hitched as Ethan's fingers brushed against her core, finding her already wet and ready for him. He groaned, his own desire evident in the straining bulge in his pants.
"You're always so ready for me," he murmured, his thumb circling her clit. "So responsive..."
He captured her lips in a searing kiss as he pushed a finger inside her, then another. Olivia gasped into his mouth, her hips rocking against his hand instinctively.
"Ethan," she breathed, breaking the kiss to bury her face in his neck. "Please..."
He added a third finger, pumping them slowly as he pressed his thumb against her sensitive nub. Olivia's inner walls clenched around him, her pleasure building with each thrust.
"That's it," Ethan encouraged softly. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my fingers."
His words pushed Olivia over the edge.
Olivia's body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of intense pleasure. She cried out, her nails digging into Ethan's shoulders as she rode out the sensations. He continued to stroke her through it, drawing out her climax until she was a trembling, boneless mess in his arms.
As she came down from her high, Ethan withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck clean. Olivia watched him through heavylidded eyes, a fresh wave of desire washing over her.
"That was..." she began, her voice hoarse.
"Just the beginning," Ethan finished with a smirk. He lifted her off his lap and onto the desk, spreading her legs and stepping between them.
He unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants and boxers, freeing his erection.
Olivia's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Ethan's impressive length, hard and throbbing with need. She licked her lips unconsciously, her core clenching with anticipation.
Ethan gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the desk. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, coating himself in her wetness.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his gaze locked on hers. "I could spend all day inside you."
With a single thrust, he buried himself deep within her, filling her completely. Olivia gasped, her head falling back as she adjusted to his size.
"Yes," she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck me, Ethan."
He obliged, setting a relentless pace that had the desk creaking beneath them. Olivia's hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth surface, knocking over a stack of papers in their wake.
Their bodies slapped together loudly in the quiet office, their moans and grunts mingling in the air.
Ethan's hands tightened on Olivia's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her with increasing urgency. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back as she urged him on.
"I'm close," Ethan gritted out, his movements growing erratic. "Come with me, Olivia."
He reached between their bodies, finding her clit and circling it firmly. The added stimulation sent Olivia careening towards the edge once more. Her inner walls fluttered around Ethan's shaft, signaling her impending release.
"Yes, yes!" she cried out, her body tensing. "Ethan!"
Together, they tumbled over the precipice, their orgasms crashing over them in a torrent of pleasure. Ethan spilled himself inside Olivia, his hot seed filling her to the brim as she convulsed around him.
They clung to each other as they rode out the aftershocks, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As their hearts slowed and their breathing evened out, Ethan pressed a tender kiss to Olivia's forehead. He pulled out of her gently, watching as his cum trickled down her thighs.
"You're a mess," he said softly, using his tie to clean her up. "A beautiful, fuckedout mess."
Olivia smiled weakly, leaning into his touch. "I think I need a shower," she murmured.
Ethan nodded, helping her off the desk. "Go freshen up," he said. "I'll order us some lunch."
She kissed him quickly before heading to the attached bathroom. As she cleaned herself up and straightened her clothes, Olivia couldn't help but grin at their reflection in the mirror.
She was falling for Ethan Blackwood, hard and fast. And despite the risks, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way.
Olivia emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and slightly more composed. Ethan was seated on the couch, his phone pressed to his ear as he ordered their lunch. He smiled at her warmly, gesturing for her to join him.
"Thanks," she said softly, sinking onto the cushions beside him.
Ethan draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "You okay?" he asked, concern etched on his features.
She nodded, leaning into his touch. "Just thinking," she admitted. "About us... about what happens next."
Ethan's expression turned serious. "I don't want this to be just a fling," he said firmly. "I want to be with you, Olivia. Really be with you."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. "But what about work?" she asked hesitantly. "What about the scandal if people find out?"
"We'll figure it out," Ethan promised, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.