The conference room door clicked shut behind them, the sound echoing softly in the empty office suite. It was well past seven, the rest of the floor deserted, save for the distant whir of the air conditioning. Mia's heart raced as she turned to Jax, her fingers still gripping the edge of the long oak table. The room smelled of fresh coffee from the morning's meeting and the faint, metallic tang of whiteboard markers. Sunlight had long faded, leaving the space bathed in the cool blue of overhead LEDs, casting long shadows across the beige carpet and the rows of ergonomic chairs pushed haphazardly against the walls.
Jax stepped closer, his broad shoulders filling the space between them. He was tall, with a lean, athletic build honed from weekend runs-his white button-down shirt stretched taut over his chest, the top two buttons undone to reveal a hint of dark chest hair. His dark hair was tousled, as if he'd run his hands through it one too many times during their lingering after-work chat. "You sure about this?" he murmured, his voice low and rough, eyes locking onto hers with that intense green gaze that always made her stomach flip.
Mia nodded, her breath catching. She was petite but curvaceous, her hourglass figure accentuated by the fitted black pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips and the silk blouse that strained slightly against her full C-cup breasts. Her long auburn hair cascaded over one shoulder, and she wore a simple silver necklace that dipped into her cleavage. No bra today- a deliberate choice after their flirty emails all week. "I've been thinking about it all day," she whispered, her cheeks flushing as she reached for him.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss, Jax's hands immediately sliding to her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard line of his erection pressing through his slacks, thick and insistent against her thigh. Mia moaned softly into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as she fumbled with his belt. The leather whispered as it unbuckled, and she tugged his zipper down, her fingers brushing the warm bulge of his cock straining against black boxer briefs. He was uncut, she remembered from that one impulsive night last month- the memory flooding back as she freed him, his shaft springing out, veined and heavy, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal a flushed, bulbous head already glistening with pre-cum.
"Fuck, Mia," Jax groaned, his hands roaming up her blouse, shoving it open to expose her lacy black thong-no, wait, she'd skipped that too. Her pussy was bare, shaved smooth except for a neat landing strip of soft auburn curls, and as he hiked her skirt up her thighs, he discovered her wetness slicking her inner lips. She was plump down there, her labia full and pink, parting easily as his fingers delved in, circling her swollen clit. Mia gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, the conference table creaking as she leaned back against it.
He dropped to his knees without a word, his breath hot against her thighs. The carpet muffled his movements, but she felt the roughness of it through her heels as she spread her legs wider. Jax's tongue flicked out, tracing her slit from bottom to top, lapping at her juices with a low hum of approval. "You taste so goddamn good," he muttered, his stubble scraping her sensitive skin as he sucked her clit between his lips, rolling it gently. Mia's head fell back, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, nipples hardening into tight peaks against the cool air. She threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him deeper, her hips bucking as waves of pleasure built.
But even as ecstasy coiled in her belly, a shadow of doubt flickered-Mia thought of her fiancé, waiting at home with dinner plans they'd made weeks ago. Jax didn't know; no one did. This was supposed to be a one-time slip, but here they were again, the betrayal twisting sharper with every stolen moment. She pushed the thought away, focusing on the slick heat of Jax's mouth, his fingers-two now-thrusting inside her, curling against that spot that made her walls clench.
"Jax... please," she begged, her voice breathy. He rose, shedding his shirt to reveal his toned abs dusted with that dark hair trailing down to his groin. His cock bobbed as he positioned himself, the head nudging her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, her pussy stretching around his girth-seven inches, thick enough to fill her completely. Mia cried out, the sensation bordering on pain before blooming into bliss. The table rattled under them as he began to move, slow at first, savoring the wet slide of her around him.
Their rhythm quickened, skin slapping skin in the quiet room. Jax's hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly so he could drive deeper, his balls tapping against her with each plunge. "You're so tight," he growled, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Mia arched, her skirt bunched around her waist, blouse hanging open like an invitation. Sweat beaded on her forehead, the air thick with the musky scent of sex mingling with the office's sterile cleanliness.
She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back, urging him faster. The betrayal gnawed at her-texts from her fiancé lighting up her phone on the table, ignored. But Jax's thrusts erased it, pounding relentlessly, his cock hitting her cervix with delicious pressure. "Harder," she demanded, her voice husky, nails raking down his back. He obliged, grunting as he slammed into her, the chair nearby toppling with a thud.
They shifted, Jax pulling out briefly to spin her around. Mia bent over the table, her breasts pressing into the cool wood, papers scattering like confetti. He entered her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other rubbing her clit in furious circles. Her pussy fluttered, juices dripping down her thighs, the obscene squelch of their joining filling the room. "Come for me," Jax rasped, his pace erratic now, hips snapping.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train, her walls spasming around him, milking his cock as she sobbed his name. Jax followed seconds later, burying deep and pulsing, hot spurts of cum flooding her. They collapsed together, panting, his weight a comforting press against her back.
But as they caught their breath, Mia's phone buzzed again-her fiancé's name flashing. Guilt crashed in, sharp and cold. Jax kissed her shoulder, oblivious. "That was incredible," he whispered. She forced a smile, the romance of the moment fracturing under the weight of her secret. In the office's unforgiving light, the thrill felt like a noose tightening.
They dressed quickly, stolen kisses lingering, but Mia's mind raced. Jax walked her to the elevator, his hand brushing hers-a promise of more. As the doors closed, she leaned against the wall, the echo of their passion still thrumming in her body, the betrayal a bitter aftertaste. Tomorrow, the office would return to normal, but nothing felt the same.
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