Page 29 of Bossalicious Bad Boy

I oblige, easing another finger into her welcoming warmth, stretching her deliciously. My tongue never falters, working in tandem with my fingers to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. I can feel her inner muscles tightening around me, signaling her impending release.

"Alex... I'm close," she whimpers, her body tensing.

"That’s it," I encourage her, increasing the tempo of my tongue and fingers. "One more time for me."

Clara screams my name as she climaxes, her entire body quivering with the force of her release. The sound of her pleasure echoes throughout the room, a testament to the passion we've ignited together.

As she comes down from her high, I slowly withdraw my fingers and press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before raising my head, meeting her gaze once more. There's a new vulnerability in her eyes, a rawness that speaks to the intensity of what we've just shared.

"Let me return the favor," Clara says softly, sitting up and pushing me into a standing position. Her slender fingers deftly work at undoing my pants, her green eyes never leaving mine.

My pants fall to the ground, and Clara's green eyes lock onto mine, filled with a burning desire that matches my own. Her slender legs wrap around my waist as she pulls me closer, her hands guiding me inside her. The sensation is electric, and I can't help but gasp at the feeling of being so intimately connected with her.

"Alex," Clara moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in the moment. "God, you feel amazing."

I don't respond with words; instead, I begin to thrust, each movement pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. My mind races with the intensity of the situation, but all coherent thought is lost as we become one.

"Clara," I murmur, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the office furniture beneath us. "You're incredible."

"Please, harder," she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clings to me for support.

I oblige, increasing the force of my thrusts while remaining acutely aware of her reactions, ensuring that I'm giving her exactly what she needs. As we continue, I find myself increasingly consumed by the experience, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. The rest of the world fades away, leaving only Clara and me locked in our passionate embrace.

The pressure between us builds with every thrust, our bodies slick with sweat as they move in perfect harmony. I pull Clara closer to me, her nails digging into my back, and I can't help but relish the delicious sting of pain mixed with pleasure.

She gasps, her voice barely a whisper, "I'm so close."

"Me too, Clara," I pant, my heart pounding against my chest as we continue to explore this forbidden passion. Our eyes lock, green on blue, and I can see the pure desire reflected in them.

With one final, powerful thrust, Clara's body tightens around me, and she cries out in ecstasy. Her climax sends me over the edge, and I groan with pleasure, our bodies shuddering together as we find release.

"Clara," I murmur as we collapse onto each other, the aftershocks of our mutual orgasm still reverberating through our entwined limbs. She looks up at me, her green eyes heavy-lidded but shining with satisfaction.

"Alex," she replies softly, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. The intimacy of this simple gesture tugs at something deep within me, and I feel an overwhelming sense of tenderness towards her.

As we sit there, wrapped in each other's arms, I can't help but worry about the consequences of our actions. This forbidden office romance is bound to complicate things, but for now, all I want to do is bask in the warmth of Clara's love and let the world outside our little haven fade away.

13

CLARA

I don’t want to move. I know the gravity of what we just did will soon crash down on us, but right now, I’d rather just ignore it. In this moment, he is no longer the intimidating CEO of the company I intern for, but simply Alex, vulnerable and exposed in a way I never thought I'd see him.

"Clara," he whispers, his voice low and tender as he strokes my hair. "We need to talk."

I nod, biting my lip as I struggle to find words. Our relationship is a ticking time bomb, and we both know it. Yet, we couldn't resist the growing attraction between us, culminating in the passion that unfolded mere moments ago.

"What if someone finds out about us?" I ask, fear tugging at my insides. "The office gossip alone would be unbearable, not to mention the potential consequences on our careers."

"Trust me, I've thought about it too," he admits, his eyes clouded with concern. "But I can't help how I feel about you, Clara. And I don't want to give this up."

"Neither do I," I agree, my heart swelling with affection for this man who has somehow managed to break down my defenses and make me fall so completely and utterly in love with him.

"Then we have to keep this a secret," he says decisively. "At least for now. It won't be easy, but it's the only way."

"Keeping this from everyone will be difficult," I reply, my eyes searching his face for any signs of hesitation. "Can we really pull it off?"

He takes my hand, his fingers tangling with mine. "Together, we can do anything."

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