Forbidden Nights

Evelyn stepped into the sterile, chrome-laced lobby of Sterling & Co., her heart pounding like a kick drum. Her palms were slick with nerves, and she swallowed hard, trying to ease the anxious flutter in her stomach. Today was her first day as an associate at one of the most prestigious marketing firms in the city, a chance she'd earned through relentless hard work and an obscene amount of hustle. She reminded herself that she belonged here, that she deserved this, but her nerves were having none of it. The elevator dinged, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the twentieth floor. As the doors slid shut, she caught her reflection in the polished metal. Her blouse was crisp, her skirt fitting but professional, and her hair was swept up into a neat bun. She looked the part, at least. When she stepped out of the elevator, she was greeted by a buzz of activity. Phones rang, keys clacked, and voices hummed in a symphony of productivity. She was shown to her desk, a small but tidy space with a view of the city, and given a stack of papers to review. She dove in, eager to prove herself. Hours passed, and the office began to quiet as the night crew took over. Evelyn was still elbow-deep in reports when she heard a low voice behind her. "You're new here." She turned to find a man leaning against her cubicle wall. He was tall, his body lean and powerful beneath his tailored suit. His hair was a dark sweep of chaos, and his eyes... his eyes were a piercing blue, like the hottest part of a flame. She recognized him instantly. Alexander Sterling, the firm's CEO, was a legend in the marketing world, and at 40, he was still one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. "I'm Evelyn," she said, extending a hand. "Evelyn Ross." His hand enveloped hers, his grip firm and warm. "Alexander Sterling. Pleasure to meet you, Evelyn." Her name rolled off his tongue like a secret, and she felt a flush rise in her cheeks. "Likewise, Mr. Sterling. I'm just getting started on the Henderson account—" "It's Alex," he interrupted, a slight smile on his lips. "And the Henderson account can wait. It's late, Evelyn. You should be enjoying your first night here, not burying yourself in paperwork." She raised an eyebrow. "And how would you suggest I do that?" His smile grew, a slow, sexy curve of his lips that sent a shiver down her spine. "I have a few ideas," he said, his voice low and intimate. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, and she felt her breath catch. His touch was electric, sending sparks dancing across her skin. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Have you ever fucked in an office before, Evelyn?" he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a bolt of heat straight to her core. She gasped, shocked by his bluntness, but he just chuckled, a dark, dirty sound. "There's something so thrilling about it, don't you think? The risk of being caught, the mix of business and pleasure..." She turned her head to look at him, their faces inches apart. His eyes were dark with lust, and she could feel the heat rolling off his body. She should have been offended, should have slapped him and stormed out. But she didn't. She couldn't. Because the truth was, she wanted this. She wanted him. He kissed her then, a hard, fierce press of his lips against hers. She opened to him, her tongue meeting his in a hot, wet tangle. He tasted like whiskey and sin, and she wanted to drown in it. He pushed her against the desk, his body pressing into hers, and she could feel his cock, hard and insistent against her hip. He broke away, his breath ragged. "Tell me to stop, Evelyn," he said, his voice hoarse with need. "Tell me this is wrong, that you don't want this." She looked him in the eye, her heart pounding in her chest. "I want this," she said, her voice steady and sure. "I want you. And I don't give a fuck if it's wrong." A slow, sexy smile spread across his face, and he reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing the long line of her throat, and she gasped as he leaned in, his teeth nipping at her pulse point. He licked and sucked his way down her neck, his hands rough and demanding as they slid down her body. He spun her around, bending her over the desk, and she moaned as he hiked up her skirt, his fingers tracing the lacy edge of her panties. He leaned over her, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel his cock, hard and insistent against her ass. "Fuck, Evelyn," he groaned, his voice a low growl in her ear. "You have no idea what you do to me." She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, her back arching as he began to move, his thumb circling her clit in a slow, maddening rhythm. He added another finger, stretching her, filling her, and she moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch. He pulled away, and she heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, the rustle of fabric as he pushed down his pants. Then he was back, his cock pressing against her, and she braced herself, ready for him. He thrust into her, a hard, powerful stroke that filled her completely. She cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he began to move, his body slamming into hers. He was rough, demanding, his fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her, and she loved it. She loved the feel of him, the raw, primal power of his body claiming hers. He reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair, and he pulled her up, her back pressing against his chest. He kissed her, his teeth biting at her lips, his tongue fucking her mouth in time with his cock. She moaned, her body trembling as he broke away, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Touch yourself, Evelyn," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Make yourself come for me." She did as he said, her fingers slipping between her legs, finding her clit, swollen and slick with arousal. She began to rub, her body shaking as pleasure coursed through her. He groaned, his cock swelling inside her as he watched her touch herself. "Fuck, Evelyn," he growled, his body tensing behind her. "Fuck, I'm going to come—" She came with a cry, her body convulsing as pleasure exploded through her. He followed, his cock throbbing as he spilled into her, his body shaking with the force of his release. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then he pulled out, and she turned to face him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He kissed her, a slow, gentle press of his lips against hers, and she melted into him, her body soft and pliant against his. He pulled away, a small smile on his lips, and she felt a flutter of uncertainty in her stomach. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He looked at her, his eyes dark with promise. "Now, Evelyn," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "We do it again." He hadn't planned on seeing her again so soon, but there she was, across the dimly lit nightclub, her body swaying gently to the low throb of the music. Alexander watched her from the shadows, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, highlighted by the soft glow of the club's mood lighting. She was wearing a dark red dress that clung to her like a lover's embrace, emphasizing every dip and swell of her figure. Her hair was down, a cascade of dark waves that fell to her mid-back, shimmering under the strobe lights. He could still feel her, like a phantom touch on his skin. The memory of their encounter in his office was burned into his mind, a constant reel of heated skin, desperate moans, and the tight, wet clench of her body around his. He had meant what he said then; he wanted to do it again. And again. And again. Until they were both exhausted and sated, their bodies limp and their lungs heaving. But he knew better. He knew the dangers of mixing business with pleasure, knew the risks of getting involved with an employee. He had seen it go wrong too many times, had witnessed the destruction it could cause, both professionally and personally. And yet, here he was, his cock hardening at the mere sight of her, his body aching to feel her again. Evelyn turned, her eyes scanning the crowd, and he stepped back, letting the shadows conceal him. He wasn't ready to approach her yet, wasn't sure he could trust himself to be near her without touching her. But as if drawn by a magnet, her gaze found his, and her eyes widened in surprise. A slow smile spread across her face, and she began to move towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. He watched her approach, his heart pounding in his chest, his body tense with anticipation. "Hello, Alex," she said, her voice low and sultry, barely audible over the music. She stepped closer, her body inches from his, and he could feel the heat radiating off her, could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of her perfume. He didn't respond, just looked at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, her dark eyes fierce and passionate, her lips curved in a knowing smile. He wanted to kiss her, wanted to feel her lips part beneath his, wanted to taste the sweetness of her mouth. Instead, he reached out, his hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her towards the dance floor. She followed without resistance, her body pressing against his as they began to move to the music. It was a slow, sensuous beat, and their bodies melded together, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his hard planes. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips grinding against his, and he hardened even further, his cock throbbing with need. He slid his hands down her back, his fingers splaying over her ass, pulling her even closer. She gasped, her head falling back, exposing the long column of her throat. He leaned in, his lips pressing against her pulse point, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. She moaned, her body trembling in his arms, and he knew he was lost. He couldn't resist her, couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her. He wanted her, needed her, with a desperation that bordered on insanity. But he also knew that this was dangerous, that they were playing with fire. He pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body shaking with the effort of controlling his desire. "Evelyn," he said, his voice hoarse with need. "We can't do this. Not here, not ever." She looked up at him, her eyes dark with confusion and lust. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I mean that this is a bad idea," he said, his voice firm. "I mean that I'm your boss, and you're my employee, and this... this can't happen." She stepped back, her body tense, her eyes flashing with anger. "You didn't seem to have a problem with it last night," she snapped. He shook his head. "Last night was a mistake," he said, even though the words tasted like ash in his mouth. "A moment of weakness. It can't happen again." She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face. Then she stepped closer, her body pressing against his once more. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, could see the pulse fluttering in her neck. "Tell me you don't want me," she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Tell me you don't want to fuck me right now, right here on this dance floor. Tell me that, and I'll walk away." He looked at her, his body aching with need, his cock throbbing with desire. He couldn't tell her that, couldn't lie to her like that. Instead, he grabbed her hand, pulling her off the dance floor, leading her through the crowded club, past the flashing lights and the throbbing music, past the writhing bodies and the clinking glasses. He led her to a dark, secluded corner, his body pressing hers against the wall, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and lust, her breath coming in quick gasps. "I can't tell you that, Evelyn," he growled, his voice low and fierce. "I can't tell you that because it would be a lie. I do want you. I want to fuck you right now, right here against this wall. I want to feel your body tremble beneath mine, want to hear your screams of pleasure in my ear. I want to bury myself so deep inside you that you can't tell where you end and I begin." She moaned, her body arching against his, her hips grinding against his cock. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers, his tongue fucking her mouth with a desperation born of raw, primal need. He slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers pushing aside the thin fabric of her panties, feeling her hot, wet, and ready for him. She gasped, her body bucking against his touch, and he knew he had to have her. Had to feel her, had to be inside her. But not here, not like this. Not against the wall of some filthy nightclub, where anyone could see them, could catch them. He broke away, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body shaking with need. "Not here, Evelyn," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Not like this." She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, her lips swollen from his kisses. She nodded, her body trembling with the same need that consumed him. "Then take me somewhere else," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Take me somewhere and fuck me, Alex. Fuck me like you promised." He looked at her, his body aching with need, his cock throbbing with desire. He knew this was a bad idea, knew that he was playing with fire. But he also knew that he couldn't resist her, couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her. He took her hand, leading her through the crowded club, his mind already racing with the possibilities of the night ahead. He knew he was taking a risk, knew that he was putting everything on the line for this. But he also knew that he couldn't resist her, couldn't deny the passion that burned between them. And so, he led her out of the club, into the cool night air, ready to face whatever consequences may come. Evelyn stepped into Alexander's office, the dim lighting and the floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the city's sparkling night skyline creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and exhilarating. She had been in his office before, but never like this. Never with the weight of their shared secret hanging in the air, never with the anticipation of what might happen next making her heart race. Alexander was standing by the window, his back to her, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He turned as she entered, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. He didn't speak, just looked at her, his gaze roving over her body like a physical touch. She felt her skin heat, her body responding to his silent appraisal. He set his glass down on the desk and moved towards her, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. She stood her ground, her chin lifted, her eyes locked on his. She wasn't afraid, wasn't intimidated. She was ready. Ready for him, ready for this. When he reached her, he didn't touch her, just stood there, inches away, his breath mingling with hers. She could smell the whiskey on his breath, could see the subtle lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, but she held back, waiting for him to make the first move. Then, finally, he did. He reached up, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. He leaned in, his breath hot on her skin, and she could feel the tension in the room ratchet up, the air crackling with anticipation. When his lips finally touched hers, it was like a spark igniting a flame. She gasped, her body pressing against his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips. She moaned, her body melting against his, her knees threatening to buckle. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, his body hard and unyielding against hers. She could feel his cock, already hard and insistent, pressing against her stomach. She ground against him, her body aching with need, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He broke away, his breath hot on her skin, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Fuck, Evelyn," he murmured, his hands sliding down her body, gripping her hips, pulling her against him. "What are you doing to me?" She didn't answer, just pulled his head down to hers, her lips finding his once more. He kissed her back, his body pressing hers against the cool glass of the window. She gasped at the contact, her body sandwiched between the cold glass and his hot body. He ground against her, his cock pressing against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned, her head falling back, her body arching against his touch. He leaned in, his lips trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her pulse point. He slid his hand down her body, his fingers finding the hem of her dress, slipping underneath, tracing the lacy edge of her panties. She gasped, her body bucking against his touch, her hands gripping his shoulders. He looked at her, his eyes dark with lust, his voice a low growl. "Is this what you want, Evelyn?" he asked, his finger slipping inside her, her body clenching around him. "You want me to fuck you right here, right now?" She nodded, her body trembling with need, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Yes," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse with desire. "Yes, I want this. I want you." He growled, his body tensing against hers, his fingers moving inside her, his thumb circling her clit in a maddening rhythm. She moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch, her hips grinding against his hand. Suddenly, he stopped, his body tense, his eyes dark. He pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her arousal. He looked at her, his expression fierce, his voice a low, possessive growl. "If we do this, Evelyn," he said, his voice like thunder, low and rumbling. "If we do this, you're mine. No one else's. You understand?" She looked at him, her body aching with need, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Alex. I understand." He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers, as if looking for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. Then, he nodded, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Good," he said, his voice a low, sexy drawl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Because I don't share, Evelyn. And I intend to have you. All of you."