Aria, breathless and flustered, tears her eyes away from the clock on the wall. Her boss's impatience is palpable as she sits across from him, her heart racing with anticipation. He leans in, his eyes burning with desire. "I'm late for work," he whispers, his warm breath tickling her ear. "But think we can make it quick?"
His hand slides up her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel the pulse of his arousal against her inner thigh. "I've been dreaming of this since last night," he murmurs, his lips grazing her neck. The desperation in his voice sends a wave of longing coursing through her veins.
They stumble out of the conference room, Aria's legs wobbly with excitement. He pushes her against the wall, forcing her to feel the cold, hard surface beneath her back as he leans in closer, his warm breath caressing her neck.
