Late Night Encounter

Emma had been working late, her office the only room still lit up in the otherwise empty building. She was bent over her desk, poring over spreadsheets, when she heard the distinct click of the door handle turning. She looked up, her heart pounding as she saw Jake, the handsome security guard, leaning against the doorframe.

“Still at it, huh?” Jake said, his voice low and husky. “You know, they say working too hard can be bad for your health.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “And what do they say about security guards who make house calls?”

Jake pushed off from the doorframe and walked towards her, his cock already hard and pressing against his uniform pants. “They say we’re good at providing… extra services.”

Emma felt a flush of heat between her legs. She stood up, her chair rolling back with a soft squeak. “Is that so?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake was close now, his body almost touching hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell his musky scent. He reached out, his hand cupping her ass, squeezing gently. “I can show you, if you’d like,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Emma’s breath hitched. She turned to face him, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. “Show me,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Jake’s hands were on her ass again, lifting her onto the desk. He pushed her skirt up, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, his fingers slipping inside her pussy.

Emma moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. She reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle in her haste. She finally got it undone, his cock springing free, hard and ready.

“Suck it,” Jake commanded, his voice gruff with need.

Emma licked her lips, her eyes locked on his cock. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip. She took him into