Thrill of Temptation

The inevitable outburst

Simon stood there for a moment, completely stunned, his eyes wide in surprise. His jaw tightened, the muscles working as he fought to keep his composure.

Simon stood frozen for a second, clearly surprised to see her. He hadn’t expected to see her here. After all, she never came to her father’s office. His eyes widened, but then his expression settled into something more guarded. His jaw tightened as he took in the situation, clearly processing what had just happened.

He cleared his throat and replied, his voice calm despite the shock. "I work here," he said, his tone steady, though she could tell there was still a trace of surprise in his voice.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You what?" she demanded, her voice rising again. "You work here?"

His tailored suit hugged every muscle of his fit frame, drawing Olivia's gaze up and down his body. She stared at him, confused, but as her gaze lingered, she realized she was feeling something else. She’d never seen him so up close. She took in his sharp features and intense dark eyes, a sudden surge of desire washed over her. Her cheeks flushed as she was unable to deny the intense s****l attraction between them.

Simon glanced around at the colleagues in the office, who were all watching them, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and surprise. The tension was palpable, and Simon could feel the eyes on them.

Without missing a beat, he reached out and took her arm, guiding her away from the curious stares. "Let’s go somewhere private," he said, his grip firm but not harsh.

Her arm stiffened under his touch, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she shot him a furious look, every step they took to the side office only deepening her confusion.

As he led her to his office, Olivia shot him a furious look. "What is going on here?" she muttered under her breath, still unable to process what she was seeing. When they reached the door to his office, Simon stopped and Olivia saw the plaque on the door. "Simon Reed," it read. "

What the f**k is going on here, Simon Reed ?", she asked again, her voice laced with sarcasm and anger.

Simon’s office was immaculate, almost unnervingly so. Not a single paper was out of place, and the dark wood desk was arranged with precision. The walls were bare except for a few minimalist art pieces. No personal touches—no photographs, no memorabilia. Just a perfectly ordered, emotionless space.

Olivia stood there, her gaze darting around the room, taking it all in. It felt cold, clinical even, and it made her uncomfortable.

Simon’s eyes darkened, his gaze never leaving Olivia as he took a step closer. “Still don’t get it?” he said, his voice low and taunting. I work here.”

She stared at him, confusion washing over her. “You knew who I was at the club,” she said, disbelief in her voice.

Simon didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he replied, his tone calm but with a hint of something deeper. “I knew who you were.”

Olivia’s anger started to rise, her hands clenched into fists as she tried to control the frustration building inside her. She took a step forward, her voice sharp with distrust and frustration. “And what happened between us... was it because I’m his daughter?”

Simon remained composed, not flinching. He stepped closer to her, his gaze hard and intense, as if he was trying to read her every thought. His voice dropped, low and measured, with an unmistakable tension hanging in the air. “No, it wasn’t because of that.”

Olivia frowned, her pulse quickening as she waited for his answer. “Then why? Why did it happen?”

He moved even closer, his proximity making the air between them thick with something unspoken. His eyes darkened slightly, his voice taking on a huskier edge. “It f*****g happened because when I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you... about claiming you as mine. About f*****g you. About tasting your cunt. … You’re everything I’ve ever wanted... and I couldn’t resist it.”

His words hit her like a rush of desire, a potent mix of surprise and lust. Olivia's wetness grew as she felt the intensity of his words pulsating through her body. She could feel the heat between her legs, the electric tension crackling in the air.

Simon leaned in closer, his voice now dripping with seduction. "Believe me, Olivia, it was all because of you. Only you."

Simon’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he looked at Olivia, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver through her.

“I didn’t want it to be like this. To want you as much as I want you... it’s maddening. It’s not something I planned, not something I can control.", his tone raw and unfiltered.

Olivia's breath caught in her throat as Simon's words sent shivers down her spine. She could feel her n*****s hardening beneath her thin top, aching to be touched.

"f**k," she whispered, her voice husky with need. "What are you doing to me?"

Her soft whisper was laced with a throaty growl, her voice dripping with primal desire.

Olivia's desire reached a boiling point, her hand gripping his shirt and yanking him towards her. Their lips collided in an urgent kiss, tongues swirling in long-awaited passion.

Simon's strong fingers traced along her body, pushing down her pants to reveal her soaked cunt through the damp fabric of her panties.

"I'm finally giving you what we both want," he moaned, his hard d**k pressing against her damp core.

"f**k, you're so wet for me," he growled into her mouth, setting off a wave of primal desire within them both.

Olivia moaned wantonly, grinding herself against Simon's hand. "Please," she whimpered, "I need more."

He plunged two fingers deep into her sopping cunt, making her cry out in ecstasy.

"f**k, you're so tight," he groaned, pumping his fingers in and out at a frenzied pace. “You have no idea,” he muttered, his voice rough and unsteady. “I’ve wanted this so f*****g much. It’s been driving me insane.”

Olivia clawed at his back, her hips bucking wildly. "Oh god, don't stop," she panted. "f**k me with your fingers."

Simon curled his fingers to hit her g-spot as his thumb rubbed furious circles on her c**t. Olivia screamed in pleasure, her p***y clenching around his digits.

"That's it, baby," Simon urged.

"Come for me," Simon demanded, his voice husky with lust. He increased the pressure on Olivia's c**t, feeling her whole body tense beneath him.

Olivia's back arched over the desk, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "f**k, f**k, f**k!" she cried, her p***y spasming around Simon's fingers. Her juices gushed out, coating his hand.

Simon didn't let up, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of her quivering cunt. "That's it, squeeze my fingers with that tight little p***y," he growled.