Sophie sat at her desk, typing away, when her boss, Marcus, walked in. He looked stern, but his eyes lingered on her cleavage. She felt warm all over, hoping he couldn't tell how wet she already was.
"Close the door," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. Sophie obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. Marcus moved closer until he towered over her, his breath hot on her neck.
"You've been asking for it," he growled, his hand on her waist. Sophie's breathing hitched as his other hand slid up her thigh. She tried to fight the urge to moan as his fingers found their way under her skirt.
"M-Marcus, we shouldn't be doing this," she protested weakly. But her boss only smirked and pushed her back onto the desk.