Ethan stood there in his office, heart racing from the wild morning with Maria. His pants were back on, but his cock still throbbed a bit from the rush. The door had just clicked shut behind the woman who poked her head in earlier. She was the boss's secretary, Mrs. Elena Vargas, a stern type in her forties. He had seen her photo on the company website, sharp features, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, glasses perched on her nose. But in person, she looked even more striking. Her body was hidden under a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, but the way the fabric hugged her curves hinted at full breasts and hips that swayed just a little as she stepped fully inside.
'Ethan, right? I'm Elena, the boss's secretary. He asked me to check if you're settled in before the team meeting at nine.' Her voice was crisp, professional, like she had no time for chit-chat. She carried a clipboard, her nails painted a deep red that matched her lipstick. Up close, Ethan noticed the faint lines around her eyes, signs of stress or late nights, and a subtle scent of jasmine perfume that made his senses sharpen.
The system's upgrade from earlier, Increased Sensitivity for your partner, hummed in the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside. This objective was about seduction, not jumping straight to bed. He needed to draw her in slow, make her crave it. 'Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you, Elena. Come in, have a seat.' He gestured to the chair across from his desk, flashing a warm smile that crinkled his eyes.
She hesitated for a second, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30 AM. The office outside was still empty, the hum of the AC the only sound. 'I don't have much time. Just need to confirm your schedule.' But she sat anyway, crossing her legs. The skirt rode up slightly, showing a glimpse of her thigh smooth, pale skin that contrasted with her olive tone.
Ethan leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie a touch to look more relaxed. He studied her face, the way her lips pressed together in that stern line. 'Schedules can wait a minute. You look like you could use a break. Long morning already?'
Elena's eyebrows lifted, surprised by the casual tone. 'I'm fine. It's my job to keep things running smooth.' She tapped her pen on the clipboard, but her eyes flicked to his open collar, where a hint of chest hair peeked out. Ethan caught it, his pulse quickening. She was noticing him, even if she tried to hide it.
He stood up slowly, walking around the desk to perch on the edge closer to her. The move brought him into her space, close enough that she could smell his cologne fresh and woodsy. 'I get it. Being the gatekeeper must be tough. Everyone leaning on you, no one giving back.' His voice dropped lower, sincere. He remembered the system briefing in his head: her husband, a busy executive type, had been neglecting her for months. No dates, no touches, just work and silence at home. Ethan could use that.
She shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs. 'It's not so bad. Pays the bills.' But her tone softened, a crack in the armor. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her skirt, pulling it down nervously.
Ethan reached out, not touching her yet, but letting his hand hover near hers on the armrest. 'Bills are one thing. But what about you? When's the last time someone made you feel... seen?' He locked eyes with her, holding the gaze steady. Her brown eyes widened behind her glasses, a flush creeping up her neck.
'What are you getting at, Ethan? This is your first day.' She stood up abruptly, but instead of leaving, she moved toward the window, pretending to look out at the city skyline. Her back was to him now, shoulders tense. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across her blouse, outlining the curve of her waist and the swell of her ass under the tight skirt.
He followed, stopping just behind her. Close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, but not touching. 'I'm getting at the fact that you deserve more than just clipboard duty. A woman like youa smart, put-together shouldn't have to chase attention.' His breath brushed her ear as he spoke, sending a visible shiver down her spine. Elena's hand gripped the windowsill, knuckles turning white.
'My personal life is none of your business.' Her words were sharp, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she leaned forward a bit, her reflection in the glass showing parted lips.
Ethan took the chance, placing one hand lightly on her shoulder. The fabric of her blouse was soft, warm from her skin. 'Maybe not. But I see it in your eyes, Elena. That tiredness. Like you've been carrying everything alone.' He squeezed gently, his thumb tracing a small circle on her collarbone. She didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned back into his touch, just a fraction.
Her husband flashed in his mind from the system's intel dinners missed, beds cold, her needs ignored. Ethan could give her what she craved without a word. 'Tell me to stop, and I will. But I bet no one's touched you like this in a while. Made your skin tingle.'
Elena turned her head slightly, her cheek almost brushing his. 'You don't know me.' But her voice was breathy now, lacking the stern edge. She placed her hand over his on her shoulder, not pushing it off, but holding it there. Her fingers were cool, trembling a little.
'I want to know you.' Ethan slid his hand down her arm, slow and deliberate, feeling the goosebumps rise under his palm. He stepped closer, his chest pressing lightly against her back. Through their clothes, he could feel the softness of her body, the way her breasts rose and fell with quicker breaths. His cock stirred in his pants, pressing against her ass subtly, but he kept control no rushing.
She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting to expose more of her neck. 'This is crazy. I'm twice your age, married.' The word 'married' came out weak, like an afterthought. Ethan leaned in, his lips hovering near her neck, not kissing yet, just breathing warm air over her skin.
'Married doesn't mean satisfied.' He whispered it, his free hand coming to rest on her hip. The skirt material was smooth, and he felt the heat of her through it. Elena's hips shifted, pressing back against him ever so slightly. He could imagine her pussy getting wet, her nipples hardening under that blouse.
'Tell me about your husband. Does he make you feel wanted?' Ethan's fingers traced the seam of her skirt, up toward her waist, teasing the edge without going higher.
She swallowed hard, her reflection showing flushed cheeks. 'He... he's always working. Late nights, trips. We barely talk anymore.' Her voice cracked, vulnerability slipping through. She turned in his arms now, facing him. Up close, her eyes were dark pools, lips full and slightly parted. Ethan cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing her lower lip.
'That's not right. You deserve someone who sees how beautiful you are.' He leaned in, their foreheads touching. Elena's breath mingled with his, hot and ragged. Her hands came up to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.
'You're trouble, Ethan. First day and already...' She trailed off as he tilted her chin up, their lips inches apart. The tension hung thick, electric. He could feel her pulse racing under his fingers.
'Trouble that feels good.' He closed the gap, but not for a full kiss, just a brush of lips, soft and lingering. Elena gasped, her body melting against him. Her breasts pressed into his chest, full and heavy, nipples poking through the fabric like hard peaks. Ethan's hand slid to her lower back, pulling her closer so she could feel his growing hardness against her belly.
She moaned softly into his mouth, her tongue darting out to taste his lips. 'God, it's been so long since anyone... touched me like this.' Her hands roamed up to his neck, pulling him in for more. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding together slow and wet, exploring. Ethan savored her taste minty from gum, with a hint of coffee. He nipped at her bottom lip, drawing another whimper.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down her jaw, to her neck. 'I want to make you feel alive, Elena. Every inch of you.' His hands gripped her hips firmer, thumbs rubbing circles over her hipbones. She arched into him, her thigh slipping between his legs, brushing his cock accidentally or not. The friction made him groan low in his throat.
'We can't... not here.' But her words lacked conviction as she ground against him subtly, her body betraying her need. Ethan's fingers found the buttons of her blouse, undoing the top one slowly. The skin underneath was creamy, a lace bra peeking out black, sexy, not what he'd expect from her stern exterior.
'Just a taste.' He kissed the newly exposed skin, right above her cleavage. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the valley between them inviting. Elena's hand tangled in his hair, holding him there. 'Your mouth... feels so good.'
He unbuttoned another, his lips following, sucking lightly on the swell of her breast. She smelled like jasmine and woman, her skin hot under his tongue. 'Tell me what you want, Elena. Whisper it.'
'I want... your hands on me. Everywhere.' Her voice was husky now, eyes half-lidded with desire. She reached down, her palm pressing against his bulge through his pants, squeezing gently. 'You're so hard. For me?'
'All for you.' Ethan captured her mouth again, the kiss turning hungry. Tongues battled, teeth clashing lightly. His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers tracing her thigh up to the edge of her panties. He felt the damp heat there, her arousal soaking through. 'You're wet, aren't you? Thinking about what I could do to you.'
She nodded, biting her lip. 'Yes. God, yes. My husband never... he doesn't care anymore.' Tears glistened in her eyes, but lust overpowered them. Ethan kissed them away, soft and tender.
'Let me care. Just for today.' He hooked a finger in her panties, pulling them aside slightly, but stopped teasing, not entering. His fingertip brushed her slick folds, making her buck. 'Feel that? That's what you do to me.'
Elena's knees weakened, and she gripped his shoulders. 'Ethan, please... more.' Her free hand unbuttoned his shirt halfway, nails raking down his chest, over his nipples. He hissed in pleasure, his cock straining painfully now.
They moved like that, bodies pressed together, hands exploring boundaries without crossing into full sex. He backed her against the desk, lifting her slightly so she sat on the edge. Her skirt hiked up, thighs parting to let him stand between them. Ethan's hands cupped her breasts through the bra, thumbs circling the hard nipples. She arched, head falling back, exposing her throat.
'Suck them,' she begged, voice raw. He obliged, pulling down the lace to take one nipple in his mouth. It was dark pink, pebbled and sensitive. He licked, sucked, grazed with teeth gentle bites that made her cry out softly. Her pussy ground against his thigh, seeking friction.
'You're so responsive. Like your body's been waiting for this.' He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Elena's hands fumbled with his belt, but he caught them, kissing her palms.
'Not yet. This is about you.' Though his cock ached, the seduction was building her up, making her desperate. The system upgrade would make it explode later, but now, it was pure tension.
She pouted, but smiled a real one, not stern. 'You're different. Sweet, but naughty.' Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. They rocked together, dry humping through clothes, her wetness seeping onto his slacks.
The clock ticked toward eight. Elena glanced at it, reality creeping in. 'The meeting... we have to stop.' But she didn't let go, her lips finding his neck, sucking a mark there.
Ethan groaned, hands sliding up her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. 'One more kiss. Deep.' They devoured each other, bodies trembling on the edge. Her moans filled the room, muffled against his mouth.
Suddenly, a knock echoed from the door sharp and insistent. Elena froze, eyes wide. 'Shit, that's Mr. Hargrove. Early today.'
Ethan stepped back, adjusting her blouse with quick hands. Her lips were swollen, hair mussed, cheeks flushed. She looked ravished, beautiful. 'Go. But this isn't over.'
She smoothed her skirt, grabbing the clipboard. 'No, it's not.' With a last heated glance, she slipped out, leaving him alone, cock throbbing, mind reeling.
But as the door shut, the system chimed: 'Seduction successful. Sensitivity upgrade primed. Next objective: Claim Elena fully during lunch. But watch out her husband just called the office, suspicious.' Ethan's blood ran cold. How would he navigate that?