Mike’s office was quiet, the soft hum of his computer the only sound in the room. He sat at his desk, eyes scanning a report he could barely focus on. His thoughts kept drifting—back to the bathroom, to the restaurant with Diana, to the whisper at his door last night. Karen had become a constant in his mind, a shadow draped across every corner of his life.
A soft knock broke his concentration.
Before he could even answer, the door creaked open.
Karen stepped in, shutting the door behind her with a quiet click. She wore a silk robe that barely covered her thighs, the neckline plunging low. Her hair was tousled like she had just gotten out of bed, and her lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
“I knocked,” she said casually, walking toward him. “But I guess you were too deep in thought.”
Mike shifted in his seat, his heartbeat quickening. “Karen, what are you doing?”
“Checking on you,” she said, rounding the desk. “You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
She sat on the edge of the desk, her leg brushing against his arm. Mike leaned back slightly, trying to create space between them, but she moved in closer. Her hand slid up the back of his neck, fingertips light, teasing.
“I’ve missed our little moments,” she whispered.
“Karen, this isn’t—”
Before he could finish, she straddled him.
Mike froze. Her thighs wrapped around his, her robe riding up to reveal lace underwear. She sat firmly on his lap, her heat pressing down on him through his trousers. The pressure was electric.
She began to move—slow, grinding motions that sent fire shooting through his core. Mike inhaled sharply, clenching the arms of his chair.
“Karen…” he warned, but his voice was hoarse, weak.
“You can tell me to stop,” she said, her breath hot against his ear. “But your body says something else.”
She rocked harder, her hips grinding into him with deliberate rhythm. Mike's mind screamed for control, but his body—his body betrayed him. He grew harder under her, the friction making it nearly impossible to think.
Her hands pressed against his chest, her breath heavy. Mike groaned under his breath, biting down a moan as her movements intensified. She leaned in, her lips grazing his neck.
“Say the word,” she whispered. “And I’ll make you forget everything.”
Mike’s hands hovered near her waist, shaking. He was so close. His trousers felt like they were about to burst. One more second, one more grind, and he would give in. He could feel himself at the very edge—
A loud knock.
They both froze.
Karen’s breath caught in her throat. Mike’s heart thundered.
“Mike?” Diana’s voice called from outside. “Are you in there?”
Panic surged through him.
Karen quickly slid off his lap, fixing her robe in one swift motion. Mike straightened himself, struggling to steady his breath and calm his pulsing arousal.
“Y-Yeah!” he called, voice cracking. “Just finishing something.”
Karen smirked, backing toward the door. “Saved by the wife,” she teased under her breath.
She slipped out of the room silently. Mike sat frozen, staring at the door, every nerve in his body on fire.
He had almost lost control. Almost.
And the worst part?
He didn’t know if he wanted to stop it the next time.
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