Zoe sat at her desk and let out a heavy sigh, rubbing her temples as her eyes lingered on the time in the corner of her monitor.
It had been days since Stacy left for her business trip, and they'd barely spoken—just a few short calls, and even fewer messages.
She missed her. No doubt about it.
"Gosh, Stacy Holloway... you're killing me," Zoe muttered under her breath, staring blankly at her screen. "How can you be this busy every single day?"
As if on cue, her coworker passed by.
"Later, Zoe! Enjoy your weekend!" Noah called out cheerfully.
"You too. Bye!" Zoe replied, forcing a smile.
Jenny popped her head around the corner next.
"Aren't you heading home yet?"
"Not yet. I need to finish these files and send them over to Ms. Holloway tonight," Zoe said, her voice laced with fatigue.
"Alright. Don't stay too late, okay? Take care on your way home."
"I will. Thanks, Jenny. Bye."
The office slowly emptied out, lights dimming one by one, but Zoe remained—just her, her files, and the quiet hum of a computer screen. It looked like she'd be spending a few more hours alone, long past working hours.
And Stacy still hadn't replied.
After nearly two hours of nonstop work, Zoe finally hit send on the email with the files Stacy needed.
"Finally," she exhaled, stretching her arms above her head. "I deserve a good night's sleep after this."
She began gathering her things—ready to call it a day—when her phone buzzed. Her heart jumped.
It was a message from Stacy.
The one she'd been hoping for all day.
"Please go to my office and get the files in the first cabinet. Have them scanned and emailed to me. Thanks."
Zoe stared at the screen, blinking in disbelief.
"Seriously? No 'hi,' no 'how are you,' just commands now?" she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
"You go all day without messaging me, and when you finally do, it's to give me a task."
She slung her bag over her shoulder and sighed, already heading toward Stacy's office.
"It's your fault for taking your secretary with you. You should've left her here if you wanted things done here."
Then, with a soft, tired smile, she added under her breath,
"You're lucky I love you. I wouldn't be doing this otherwise."
-
The hallway was quiet as she reached the door and flicked on the lights inside Stacy's office.
And before Zoe could reach the cabinet, a pair of arms slid firmly around her waist, pulling her back with a quiet urgency. Her breath caught in her throat, the shock sharp and immediate. But the real jolt came when she turned—her heart stumbling over itself at the sight in front of her.
"Stacy?!" Zoe gasped, eyes wide. "What—How are you here? Weren't you supposed to be in Paris until Sunday?"
Stacy's smile curved with mischief, but her eyes were soft, full of something deeper.
"I came home early," she said, voice low and warm. "I missed you too much."
Before Zoe could even react, Stacy closed the small space between them and caught Zoe's lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
Zoe's back hit the edge of the cabinet as Stacy pressed closer. The kiss deepened, slow at first, tasting of days apart, of longing held too long. Then it grew—hungrier. Stacy kissed her like she had a map of Zoe's mouth memorized, like she'd spent every night in Paris thinking of this moment.
Zoe's fingers curled into Stacy's shirt, clutching her like gravity wasn't enough anymore. She gasped against her lips, barely pulling back, breathless.
"I missed you too," she managed to whisper, but the words barely made it out before Stacy pulled her in again—this time with a kiss that said I won't ever leave you again.
Stacy's strong, precise hands left the small of Zoe's back and moved down, fingers sinking possessively into the silk-and-wool blend of Zoe's fitted pencil skirt. She found the familiar, round curve, giving the sculpted flesh a firm, possessive squeeze. Zoe's response was a breathless gasp absorbed deep in Stacy's mouth, a subterranean heat blossoming immediately beneath the contact.
Without breaking the relentless intimacy of their kiss, Stacy guided Zoe backward. The heels of Zoe's expensive pumps scraped a protesting line across the plush, charcoal carpet as they moved toward the imposing central desk.
Their tongues wrestled, savoring the salty, sweet taste of long-suppressed desire. Stacy's eyes remained half-lidded, focused only on the task of clearing their landing zone. With a shocking disregard for corporate efficiency, she swept the expensive materials off the surface, the leather blotter slid to the floor, and a cascade of confidential binders scattered.
The moment the dark wood was bare, Stacy broke the kiss just long enough to grip Zoe's waist and lift her. Zoe gasped—a sharp, involuntary sound—as she was settled onto the cool, expansive surface of the desk.
Stacy positioned herself between Zoe's spread thighs, her own knees pressing against the unforgiving edge of the furniture. Zoe anchored herself, her arms wrapping tight around Stacy's neck, pulling her back into the fervent kiss.
But the urgency was too great for fabric. Stacy's fingers located the small, pearl buttons of Zoe's crisp white polo shirt, tearing through the final two with a speed that spoke of desperation.
Zoe pulled back, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and dark in the dim reflection of the city lights outside the panoramic windows. "Stacy, wait... we're still at your office." Her voice was a ragged whisper of caution.
Stacy silenced her, leaning in close, her breath hot against Zoe's ear. "I don't care," she murmured, the words low and sultry, a promise of lawlessness. "I've missed you so much I can't breathe. And besides," she added, her lips brushing the shell of Zoe's earlobe, "the cleaning crew doesn't come for hours. No one is here but us."
Sealing the protest with a deep, silencing kiss, Stacy renewed her assault on the remaining barriers. The cool office air, perpetually circulated by the central HVAC system, hit Zoe's stomach as the polo shirt was yanked free. Stacy's hands moved behind Zoe, unclasping the delicate lace bra with an expert snap. Zoe braced her arms, hands splaying on the desk for stability, arching her back slightly to offer Stacy better, easier access.
Lost in the taste of Zoe's pulsing neck, Stacy's own clothes began to fall in hasty piles onto the carpet. Her silk blouse first, then her tailored trousers. She stepped back momentarily, her dark eyes locking with Zoe's luminous ones as she reached for the final piece of business formality: the side zipper of Zoe's pencil skirt.
The metal teeth gave way with a satisfying rasp, and the garment slid down Zoe's thighs, pooling dark fabric around her ankles. The twilight outside, streaked with the neon pinks and blues of the financial district, cast a luminous sheen on Zoe's skin. Only a sliver of delicate silk—Zoe's black thong—remained between Stacy and her desire.
Stacy knelt, her own arousal a heavy weight against her. She used her mouth and teeth, not her hands, to bring the delicate barrier down. Kissing the inner curve of Zoe's thigh, she nipped the fabric gently, guiding it down until it was pushed past Zoe's knees.
When the thong joined the skirt in a heap on the floor, Stacy stood up once more, her eyes darker than the night sky, taking in the sight of her girlfriend laid bare on the altar of her power.
Kisses rained down—urgent, wet, and thorough. From the hot curve of her lips to the line of her jaw, trailing down her throat to the hollow between her collarbones. Stacy focused on one taut nipple first, drawing it deep into her mouth, suckling eagerly as Zoe's fingers twisted and clamped tight into the roots of Stacy's hair. A low, primal moan escaped her throat. "Aahhhh...hmmm..."
Stacy worshipped her, switching between the swollen, sensitive tips, applying the perfect balance of friction and wet heat before cupping and kneading the other breast with profound satisfaction.
When she'd had her fill, Stacy descended again, knees bending. She placed her hands on the inside of Zoe's thighs and slowly, deliberately, spread them wide.
She kissed the smooth, warm skin of Zoe's inner leg, working her way up with increasing intensity until she reached the heated, fragrant core of her. The taste was immediately intoxicating: musk, heat, and a powerful, sharp sweetness. Stacy became precise, using the tip of her tongue to map every damp fold, every curve of flesh, savoring the flavor with slow, deliberate licks and nibbles.
When she reached the sensitive bud, Stacy hesitated for a decadent second, allowing the anticipation to build, before gently sucking the clitoris deep into her mouth. Her tongue began a slow, firm circling motion.
Zoe's moans grew louder, unbridled, echoing softly in the huge, quiet office. Her hands, still tangled in Stacy's hair, clenched as her body began to quake. "Ohhh, God, fuck, baby!"
Stacy slid her fingers into Zoe's slick heat, expertly pumping in and out, adding a grinding pressure as she continued the hypnotic rhythm with her mouth. The combined stimulation was immediate and overwhelming. Zoe's hips bucked instantly off the desk, a seismic reaction to the pleasure. She screamed Stacy's name—a raw, primal cry of surrender.
"STACY! Oh yes, Aahhh—Hmmm..." Zoe panted, her body trembling violently, riding the rising wave. "Oh Shit, it's so good!"
Galvanized by the sound of her name, Stacy increased her ferocious pace, never leaving the sensitive peak for even a second. Zoe was utterly lost in the sensations, her vision blurring, her hands tightening into white-knuckled fists as she rode the wave of ecstasy higher.
"I'm so close, baby! Don't stop! Ahhhhh—aahhhh... Oh my god, baby! Aahhhh!"
Stacy felt the intense, shuddering tension in Zoe's thighs, followed by the warm gush of her climax coating her finger. With one final, deep thrust of her tongue, Stacy pulled back and rose to her feet. She stood over Zoe, watching the beautiful, spent ruin she had made—Zoe's chest heaving, her eyes squeezed shut, small, involuntary gasps escaping her lips.
A sly smirk played on Stacy's mouth. She leaned forward, bending over the desk to claim Zoe's wet, swollen lips in a deep, sensual kiss, already planning how to claim her own release.
-
And the hushed silence of the late-night office, usually filled with the low hum of computers and the distant city murmur, now throbbed with a much more primal rhythm. Zoe leaned in, deepening the kiss, a possessive growl rumbling low in her throat as she claimed Stacy's mouth. Their tongues met, tangled, a fierce dance of want and yearning, each drawing the other closer, tasting a longing that had simmered for far too long. Zoe gently, yet irrevocably, guided Stacy back, her hands pressing against the curve of Stacy's lower back.
Without breaking the searing connection, Zoe straightened, rising to her full height. For a breathless moment, the kiss stretched, a dizzying ascent, before Zoe pulled back just enough. Their eyes, dark with molten desire, locked. Stacy's gaze, wide and hungry, glittered with an unspoken plea, an anticipation that made Zoe's own blood sing.
A slow, deliberate push, and Stacy found herself sinking into her plush office chair, the executive leather cool against her skin. A soft gasp escaped Stacy's lips as realization dawned. This chair, usually the throne for her corporate directives, the silent witness to spreadsheets and strategic meetings, was now about to become the stage for a very different kind of work. A flush crept up her neck, a delicious tremor of illicit excitement.
Their eyes, twin pools of glinting desire, sparked with insatiable hunger. Zoe's lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk, a primal satisfaction evident as she gazed down at her CEO, now seated beneath her, a captive queen waiting for her pleasure.
Zoe leaned in again, a predatory grace in her movement, her mouth descending hungrily. Her arms flanked Stacy, hands gripping the sturdy armrests of the chair, effectively caging her. Stacy was pressed back, her spine arching slightly into the supple leather, no room for retreat, only surrender. Her hands, still trembling, remained tangled in Zoe's hair, holding on as if to an anchor in a raging storm of sensation.
Zoe's lips traced a fiery path from Stacy's mouth, along her jawline, down the sensitive curve of her neck. Each soft nip, each lingering lick, sent shivers through Stacy's frame. A sigh, almost a whimper, escaped Stacy's mouth as Zoe's hands finally left the armrests, gliding with exquisite slowness over Stacy's torso before cupping one breast, the firm, warm weight filling Zoe's palm as she continued to pepper kisses along Stacy's collarbone and shoulders.
"Mmmph..." A soft moan, thick with building pleasure, rumbled from Stacy's throat, confirmation of Zoe's mastery.
Zoe obliged, making her way lower, her mouth leaving a moist trail of fire. She found the swell of Stacy's breasts, sucking hungrily at one, teasing the taut peak with her tongue while her other hand kneaded the companion mound. The hardened nipple peaked instantly, drawing a soft gasp from Stacy. Zoe swirled her tongue around it, then took it fully into her mouth, a small, rhythmic suck, a gentle tugging that made Stacy's hips buck involuntarily against the chair.
The escalating heat emanating from Stacy was palpable, a silent invitation Zoe was eager to accept. With a subtle shift of her weight, Zoe knelt before her, pushing the office chair back slightly into the dimly lit space. She gently, deliberately, spread Stacy's legs, exposing the silk-clad thighs that trembled with anticipation.
Stacy bit her lower lip, her chest heaving, her eyes now closed in exquisite agony and longing, waiting for Zoe's next move. Zoe paused, a silent question in her gaze. Stacy, understanding, shifted slightly forward on the chair, her body eager, craving better access.
Zoe leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Stacy's lips once more, a silent promise. Then, with a breathy sigh, she trailed her kisses down, down, over Stacy's stomach, her skilled fingers softly caress Stacy's body, creating a pathway to the core of Stacy's hunger.
The first brush of Zoe's tongue against Stacy's clit was like an electric shock. Stacy gasped, arching violently, her body bucking in immediate response. Zoe didn't hesitate, she latched on, sucking with a fierce intensity that transcended mere physical pleasure. Each deep pull, each slick swirl, was a testament to the longing, the days of unspoken desire, the raw ache of missing Stacy's touch while she was away.
As Zoe's tongue quickened its pace, a frantic rhythm that sent shivers directly to Stacy's core, Stacy's breath hitched. "Oh God! I love that, baby!" The words tore from her, raw and unguarded.
Zoe's hands found their way to Stacy's lower back, pressing her gently but firmly forward, deeper into Zoe's hungry mouth. Stacy's core met Zoe's, a perfect, liquid connection, the exquisite pressure and taste overwhelming. One of Stacy's hands gripped Zoe's hair, a desperate anchor, while the other found purchase on the head rest of the chair, knuckles white.
"Ahhhhh...Ahhmmm" Stacy's moan deepened, a guttural sound of pure ecstasy as Zoe's tongue now delved further, tasting the forbidden depths within. Zoe didn't let up on the clitoris, a simultaneous, dual assault of pleasure. Then, with predatory precision, she slid two fingers inside, a silent declaration to give Stacy the same dizzying satisfaction she had given her. She began a slow, deliberate thrust, each movement perfectly timed with the relentless play of her tongue on Stacy's clit.
Stacy was spiraling, completely drunk on the intoxicating heat, her free hand finding her own breast, cupping and kneading it, adding to the whirlwind of sensation. Then, Zoe paused the thrusting, her fingers finding a specific, aching spot within. She held them there, applying slow, teasing pressure, each slow stroke building an unbearable crescendo.
"Oh shit! Baby! Ohhhhhh!" Stacy cried out, her voice cracking with the intensity.
Zoe felt the subtle tremble of Stacy's body, knew she was impossibly close. She accelerated the strokes, her tongue a frantic blur against Stacy's clit, pushing her over the edge. In a matter of heartbeats, Stacy convulsed, her hips arching violently off the chair.
"Zoooeee! Aahhhh!" Her name was a desperate, primal scream as she shattered, waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over her, leaving her breathless and utterly spent.
After a long, shuddering moment, Zoe pulled away, her lips finding Stacy's swollen ones. Their kiss was soft now, tender, full of shared warmth and lingering satisfaction. Stacy, still gasping for air, returned the kiss, her eyes fluttering open to meet Zoe's.
A tender smile bloomed on both their faces, a radiant glow in the dim office light. The air still thrummed with the fading echoes of their passion. A few minutes later, limbs heavy but spirits light, they slowly, reluctantly, redressed, the silk and leather feeling both familiar and utterly transformed. Hand in hand, they left the office, leaving behind the hushed space now forever etched with the memory of their stolen, incandescent pleasure.