Forbidden Flames: Dangerous Cravings

Chapter 13

Lila’s phone kept ringing loudly on the conference table, her best friend’s name flashing insistently on the screen.

She reached for it with a trembling hand, her body still pressed firmly against Damien’s. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.

“I have to answer this,” she whispered urgently, her voice barely above a breath. “She knows I’m working late and will worry if I don’t pick up.”

Damien didn’t pull away. Instead, he stayed pressed close behind her, his hands still gripping her hips possessively as he looked at her with dark, hungry eyes.

“Answer it,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing against her ear. “But don’t you dare hang up too quickly. Let’s see how well you can keep that professional tone.”

Lila swiped to answer the call, trying desperately to sound normal even though her legs were shaking. “Hey, Sarah. Yeah, I’m still at the office. Just finishing up some work on this big project.”

Damien’s lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck as she spoke, sending electric shivers racing down her spine. His hands slid boldly under her skirt again, pushing her panties aside and stroking her slowly with skilled fingers.

Lila bit her lip hard to suppress a moan that threatened to escape. The contrast between her calm voice and the intense pleasure Damien was giving her made her head spin with overwhelming sensation. “No, everything’s fine. Just a long night, you know how it is with these deadlines.”

Damien’s fingers moved with deliberate, teasing skill, circling her most sensitive spots while she struggled to maintain a normal conversation. The cool air of the office contrasted with the heat building between her legs.

“Yes, I’ll be home soon,” she managed, her voice slightly strained and higher than usual. “Talk to you later. Bye.”

The moment she ended the call and dropped the phone onto the table with a soft clatter, Damien spun her around and bent her over the large conference table.

“f**k, you have no idea how hard it was to stay quiet while you were on the phone,” he growled, pushing her skirt up around her waist with urgent hands.

Lila gasped sharply as he pressed against her from behind, his hardness rubbing teasingly against her. The guilt hit her like a heavy wave, she was letting her boss do this to her right here in the office where anyone could walk in, but the desire burning inside her was far stronger and more demanding.

“Damien… we really shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, even as she instinctively pushed back against him, craving more contact.

“But you want it just as badly as I do,” he said, his voice rough with raw need. “You’ve been wanting this for weeks, haven’t you?”

He didn’t wait for a verbal answer. He entered her in one powerful, smooth stroke, filling her completely. Lila moaned loudly at the intense sensation, the fullness stretching her in the most delicious way.

“s**t, you feel so incredibly good,” Damien groaned, starting to thrust into her with deep, steady strokes that made her entire body move against the table. “So tight. So wet and ready for me.”

Lila’s hands gripped the edge of the smooth conference table tightly as he took her harder. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the empty room, mixing with her soft gasps and his low groans. The cool, polished surface of the table pressed against her upper body, contrasting sharply with the burning heat of Damien’s body behind her.

“Damien… f**k… it’s too much,” she gasped, pleasure shooting through every nerve in her body with every powerful thrust. Her mind was a whirlwind of guilt and ecstasy.

He leaned over her completely, one strong hand reaching around to rub her swollen c**t in firm, perfect circles while he continued pounding into her relentlessly. His breath was hot and ragged against her ear.

“You like that?” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and lust. “You like your boss f*****g you hard on the conference table like this? Taking you right where we have all our meetings?”

Lila moaned uncontrollably, her body responding eagerly even as waves of guilt flooded her mind. “Yes… God, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Damien’s pace increased steadily, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, and more demanding. Lila had never felt pleasure like this before in her life. Every single stroke pushed her closer and closer to the edge, building an intensity and pressure she had never experienced with anyone else. The way he filled her completely, the rhythmic sound of their bodies connecting, the heat of his skin against hers, and the skilled way his fingers worked her c**t, it was all becoming too overwhelming to bear.

“Come for me, Lila,” he commanded, his voice rough and authoritative. “I want to feel you come hard around me. Let go completely.”

Her orgasm hit her like a crashing wave. Lila cried out sharply, her entire body shaking violently as intense, mind-blowing pleasure exploded through her. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around him in powerful spasms as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. It was stronger and more consuming than anything she had ever experienced before. Damien followed moments later, groaning her name deeply as he finished inside her with several strong pulses.

They stayed connected for a long, intimate moment, both breathing heavily in the quiet office.

Lila felt a powerful rush of emotional afterglow mixed with heavy, crushing guilt. She had just let her boss take her completely on the conference table where they held important meetings.

The reality of what they had done was starting to sink in fully, but the addiction to him and the pleasure he gave her was already taking deep root inside her. She felt both deeply ashamed and incredibly satisfied at the same time.

Damien pulled out slowly and helped her stand up on shaky legs. They began cleaning up together, straightening their clothes with hurried movements and picking up the scattered papers from the floor. The room still smelled strongly of their combined arousal and passion.

Suddenly, Damien froze in place, staring intently at the corner of the room with a look of alarm.

“Lila… look up there,” he said, his voice tense and serious.

She turned slowly and saw it, a small security camera mounted discreetly in the corner of the conference room. Its small red light was blinking steadily and ominously.

It had been recording the entire encounter from start to finish.