Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your lips and tongue tease at her sensitive flesh. She arches her back, pressing closer to you, her hips lifting off the desk in search of more contact with your mouth. Her fingers twist in your hair, urging you on as pleasure washes over her again in waves.

Her moans fill the room, growing louder and more insistent with each passing second. She can feel herself beginning to lose control once more, her body trembling and quaking under the force of her impending orgasm. As she nears the brink, she lets out a hoarse cry that echoes around them both.

Her muscles tense and spasm as release finally comes, her hips bucking violently against your face in a futile attempt to find relief. She gasps for air, her body going limp beneath you for several moments before slowly beginning to regain its strength.

When she's finally able to speak again, she murmurs softly: "Wow..." Her voice trails off as she luxuriates in the afterglow of her orgasm, relishing every last sensation that lingers between them. "I didn't know it could feel like this."

Her fingers drift down to rest lightly on your cheek, tracing gentle circles as she studies your face. There's a newfound sense of connection between them now, one that goes beyond the boundaries of their physical bodies and into something deeper. Something real.

The office intern freezes in the doorway, eyes going wide as they take in the scene before them. Olivia's heart lurches into her throat, fear and embarrassment washing over her in equal measure. She quickly glances at you, searching for some sort of cue or explanation, but all she can see is surprise on your face.

The intern clears their throat loudly, drawing both of your attentions back to them. "Um... I'm sorry if I interrupted something," they stammer, eyes darting between you and Olivia before finally settling on the ground. "I didn't mean to..." Their voice trails off awkwardly.

Olivia feels a blush creep up her neck and spread across her cheeks as she quickly scrambles to regain some semblance of professionalism. She straightens up, wincing internally at the way her muscles protest the sudden movement. "It's quite all right," she manages to force out, trying to sound calm and collected. "We were just... uh..."

Her gaze flickers back to you in desperation, hoping for some sort of explanation or reassurance. But your expression is unreadable, and the silence that follows only serves to heighten the tension in the room.