Late Nights at the Office

The office was quiet after hours, just the hum of computers and the rustle of papers as I worked on the project due in the morning. Across the conference table, Ryan loosened his tie and shot me a tired smile. We had been at it for hours, surviving on coffee and takeout. As the clock neared midnight, I realized I enjoyed this—being here with him, even under deadline pressure. I caught Ryan watching me as I stretched my arms above my head, trying to ease the stiffness. "What?" I asked, smiling. He shook his head, "Nothing... I was just thinking how amazing you are." My cheeks warmed at the unexpected compliment. We both knew we made a great team, but something in his gaze hinted at more than professional admiration. I decided to take a chance. "I couldn't have done this without you," I said softly, walking over to his side of the table. My heart was pounding. Ryan stood up, our proximity sending a spark through me. "We make a good pair," he murmured. Before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, kissing me back with a hunger that took me by surprise and sent heat pooling in my belly. Within moments, papers and laptops were pushed aside. Ryan lifted me onto the table, scattering pens onto the floor. I giggled at the absurdity of making out in the conference room, but his lips on my neck quickly drove away any protest. "Is this okay?" he whispered, hands resting at my hips. "More than okay," I breathed, pulling him closer. Our clothes came off in a frantic blur—his shirt buttons popping, my skirt hiking up around my waist. Ryan’s strong hands gripped my thighs as he positioned himself between them. I gasped when he entered me right there on the table. The combination of the risqué location and months of buried attraction made it all the more thrilling. I wrapped my legs around him, biting back a moan as he began to move. Each thrust rocked the table beneath me, our files and office supplies tumbling to the carpet. We tried to stifle our cries, mindful of the empty office beyond the glass walls, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Ryan captured my moans with his mouth, kissing me deeply as we raced toward climax. It didn't take long—my back arched and I clung to his shoulders as ecstasy washed over me. He followed with a low groan, trembling in my arms. For a moment we just stayed like that, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine. Then Ryan chuckled softly. "I never thought finishing a project would end like this." I laughed, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off his brow. "We should work late more often," I teased. With one more sweet kiss, he helped me down from the table. We dressed slowly, exchanging shy smiles. The big project was almost done, but tonight we had started something even more exciting—and it wasn’t going to end at the office.