100 Nights Of Forbidden Fire

　　THE office was unusually quiet that evening, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly as Emma flipped through the last of the files stacked on her desk. Being the youngest intern at Weston & Co. meant she got the grunt work, long hours, endless coffee runs, and staying late to organize documents nobody else wanted to touch. She didn't mind; this was her shot at proving herself.

　　As she got up to walk to the cabinet to retrieve a document, the one blue button holding her jacket together undid itself, exposing her red brassiere and she cussed, looking down at it, admiring her very big tits.

　　"Ahh!" She moaned and used her left hand to do it back. She opened the cabinet, the stillness of the office still clinging to her. As soon as she was done retrieving the document, she went back to her seat, leaving the cabinet open.

　　What she didn't expect was to still feel him lingering in the air. Alexander Weston. The CEO. Her boss. And the reason her pulse quickened every time he passed by. At forty-five, he was untouchable, tall, sharply dressed, and carrying an aura that commanded silence the moment he entered a room. He barely noticed interns like her, but on the rare occasions his steel-gray eyes landed on her, she felt exposed, like he could see right through her professional smile.

　　Emma shook her head and forced her attention back to the papers. He was gone for the day, she told herself. No reason to think about him now. But when she heard the deep sound of footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

　　She looked up.

　　There he was, leaning against the doorway of her cubicle, his tie was loosened, his jacket off, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He looked less like the icy CEO and more like a man who belonged nowhere near an intern at this hour.

　　"You are still here," he said, voice low but carrying easily in the empty room.

　　"I— yes, sir," she stammered, pushing her chair back slightly. "I just wanted to finish these files before tomorrow."

　　He stepped inside, his gaze dropping briefly to the stack of papers before returning to her.

　　"Dedicated. I like that," he walked up to her in deliberate strides.

　　The praise shouldn't have made her flush, but it did. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to look anywhere but at the way he was watching her.

　　"Don't you think it is a little late for an intern to be alone here?" he asked, tone sharper now. Not a reprimand, but not casual either.

　　"I thought everyone else had left," she admitted softly.

　　"I had a few calls," he said, moving closer until he was standing beside her desk. The scent of his cologne, warm, expensive and intoxicating, filled her senses. "And then I saw the light in your office."

　　Emma swallowed hard. The air between them shifted, heavy and charged. He was too close, too intense. Every warning in her mind told her to pack up and leave. But her body betrayed her, leaning ever so slightly in his direction, drawn by gravity she couldn't fight.

　　Alexander's eyes flickered to her huge tits, his eyes piercing the button dying to hold her jacket together, then back to her eyes. The silence stretched, thick with what neither of them dared say out loud.

　　"You know," he murmured, his voice a dangerous invitation, "interns aren't supposed to work this hard… but maybe you are not like the others."

　　Her breath hitched. She could feel it, the line they were about to cross. A line that could ruin everything, but in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to step over it.

　　And when his hand brushed against hers, deliberate and slow, she knew the rules of boss and intern no longer applied.

　　"You aren't saying anything," he said.

　　She swallowed hard.

　　"I— Sir, I—" she stuttered. His hand brushed hers again, but this time it didn't just brush off, it remained, his right hand on her left arm, and she was looking down at it.

　　"What?" He chuckled lightly, "you have nothing to say?" He asked.

　　She nodded, shook her head, nodded again. He laughed at her nervousness. Now, her legs were shaking, and he knew it, he saw them.

　　His hand resting on her arm left her arm, and travelled to her face, her right cheek. He caressed it.

　　"Tell me, how best do you love it huh?" He inquired.

　　She muttered inaudible words and he laughed softly. His voice echoing subtly into the empty corridor.

　　"Emma," he sharply called and her eyes widened. He knew her name! The CEO fucking knew her name! Wow!

　　"S… sir," she spoke up, clearing her throat.

　　"I asked a question," he said and stood, then walked over to the same cabinet, below the one left open by her, he retrieved two glasses and a bottle of half drunk wine, eagerly waiting for her reply.

　　Her eyes flickered as she composed herself to answer.

　　"Well, right here in the office… leaning by the office wall," she gushed and he started out with a scoff, then a short laugh. She instantly went surprise.

　　"Are you being serious right now?" He asked and walked back to the desk, placing the two glasses on it.

　　"Sir?" She called.

　　He laughed as he began filling up the glasses.

　　"I meant wine. How best do you love drinking?" He asked and her mouth fell open in an 'o'.

　　She stuttered, her lips wobbling in shame.

　　He laughed again.

　　"Anyways, forget it!" He snapped, handling her a glass. "Here."

　　She slowly took it.

　　"Thank you," she said. As she raised her glass to her mouth to take a sip, the button undid again and this time, it exposed her breasts. Damn! They were so huge.

　　Alexander's eyes widened in shock.

　　"Wow!" He exclaimed, nodding his head in concurrence.

　　Emma smiled, she liked the expression she saw him display, and she made no attempt to do the button, she left her jacket open, leaving her breasts open as well for her boss to see.

　　Then as if on impulse, she deliberately spilled her drink on the floor.

　　"Oops!" She mouthed and quickly got up to get the tissue paper. And when she did, Alexander didn't even know when he exclaimed a "damn!" Her bum was already spilling out through her mini skirt.

　　Emma just laughed, enjoying the display. She got back with the tissue, tore a reasonable amount and slowly dropped it on the spilled drink, then she began using her heels to clean it up.

　　Alex watched her as she did, looked at her legs from the heels up to where her skirt stopped, even in the dimly lit room, her legs were reflecting clean. He licked his lips, still sipping from his glass.

　　"Are you sure you can clean that, standing?" He asked.

　　She smiled.

　　"Um, no," she said and immediately knelt down, making her bum face him. Alex nodded. She tore out more tissue and began wiping the floor clean with it, inviting him over with her curvy huge bum.

　　As she continued turning around, cleaning, her skirt inched higher with every movement, teasingly revealing the curve of her thighs, and the glimpse of lace beneath.

　　Alex immediately dropped his glass, walked over to her and took a stand in front of her, his arms folded as he watched her clean. She looked up at him and laughed, and he laughed too.

　　She continued cleaning until she got to his legs and she stopped, slowly looking up, her eyes paused at his dick, it was already bulging out of his trousers.

　　She smiled as she quickly dropped the tissue.

　　"Oh my God!" She exclaimed as she took it in her hands.

　　He smiled.

　　"Yeah, what you have done to me," he said in a whisper, unfolding his arms and unzipping his trousers. Then he slowly began walking backwards, as he took out his throbbing length, it was thick and long.

　　"Wow!" She gasped, crawling and following him, until he got to the wall and stopped, leaning against it and she smiled, stuck out her tongue and took him in her mouth. Damn! He was rigid and hot.

　　He put his hands into his pockets and she began sucking and sucking at his dick, holding onto it with her hands.

　　He held onto her hair as she continued sucking his dick, moaning as she did.

　　"Aww. Fuck!" She exclaimed.

　　"You love it, yeah," he whispered.

　　"Hmmm. I love it," she replied between sucks.

　　She took his dick down to her throat and took it out again, simmering it with her sputum, then she used her right hand and rubbed the sputum all around it as though she was massaging. He moaned out.

　　Emma smiled satisfactorily, she made her CEO moan.

　　Then he placed his left hand on her head, held onto it and began thrusting in and out of her mouth, her perky heavy breasts moving in rhythm of the thrust.

　　After a few minutes of pleasure, he took his dick out of her mouth and gave her his balls to suck, and she took them whole in her mouth, sucking.

　　Then, he stood her up, and pinned her to the wall, raising up her left leg. He tore off her panties and slowly pushed his dick into her wet pussy, and they both moaned out. The pleasure was giving, it was fire and it was lit.

　　As he thrust in and out, he reached out for her breasts and began fumbling with it, caressing and roaming his hand all over. She moaned out so loud, her voice ringing out into the quiet hallway of the building.

　　As he moved into her with slow deliberate thrusts, it went from slow to fast, and then wild. She turned her head and planted her lips on his in a wild kiss, then she turned back and bent over a little, giving him her huge curvy bum to penetrate, and damn, he increased his pace, thrusting in and out.

　　After another round of pleasure, he brought her leg down and held her neck with his left hand, while her hands rested on her jacket as she tore it open, moaning as she did. He kept thrusting in, and she kept moaning. His hand left her neck and went to her breasts, he began fumbling and caressing those perky watermelons again. She moaned out in pleasure.

　　Just then, they heard a door close shut in the distance, and they stopped in their tracks, looking at each other.

　　"You… expecting anyone, sir?" She asked.

　　"No, come on," he replied and continued.