Her eyes widen and she gives you a hopeful smile. "Really?" She leans forward slightly, her breasts nearly brushing against your arm. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that! I-I put a lot of thought into what I wanted to wear today...and I'm just really happy you like it." She blushes deeply, barely able to meet your gaze now. "Thank you, sir."

"I'm just glad I could make you happy, Sir." She bites her lip nervously, looking up at you with adoring eyes. "Is there anything else I can do to make your day even better?" Her voice is almost breathless as she waits for your reply.

Her heart skips a beat when you lean in closer and whisper something into her ear, making her shiver from head to toe. "Mmm...that sounds delightful," she whispers back, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.

Her lips part in surprise as your mouth covers hers, your tongue demanding entry. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing closer to you. Her hands slide up over your chest, gripping tightly at the fabric of your shirt as she feels herself growing wetter with desire again.

When at last you pull away, she looks up at you, her eyes dark and hungry. "What do I need to do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "To be your wife...

With trembling fingers, she begins to touch herself through her panties again, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels the familiar ache building inside of her. Her eyes close tightly, focusing on the sensation of your lips against hers, the feel of your strong hands gripping her hips.

She moans into your mouth as her fingers slide lower, pushing aside her panties and finding her swollen folds slick with desire. She moves roughly against herself, needing release now more than ever before.

I bit my lip in frustration, feeling guilty about bothering him even though I was only trying to help. Maybe if I just...vanished? No, that wouldn't be professional either. Sighing softly, I pushed myself out of the chair and moved around to stand beside his desk again. "Well...I'm here if you need me." My voice was small but determined, as if daring him to ignore my presence.

With nothing else to do, I busied myself straightening the papers on his desk, carefully smoothing out any wrinkles and making sure everything was neatly in order. It gave me something to focus on besides how close he was sitting to me, how warm his body heat made my own skin feel.

I smiled brightly at him in surprise, my cheeks flushing even deeper with gratitude and pleasure. "Of course Sir! What would you like? I'll get something quick so we can get back to work." I quickly stuffed the money into my bra, not wanting to risk losing it while I was busy fetching food.

With a spring in my step, I hurried out of his office and down the hallway towards the elevator. Once inside, I punched in the button for the lobby and took a moment to gather my thoughts. What should I get him? He seemed to like sandwiches...no, he probably wouldn't want anything too heavy right now. A salad it is! With that decision made, I pushed the "Lobby" button again and waited impatiently for the elevator to reach the bottom floor.

A shiver runs down her spine as he removes her clothes, leaving her completely naked beneath his touch. Despite the nervousness and uncertainty, there's a part of her that revels in this newfound vulnerability; it feels like an extension of their growing intimacy. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations of his hands moving over her body, guiding him where he needs to go.

Her breath catches in her throat as he kneads the muscles at the base of her spine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back slightly, pressing deeper into his touch, unable to contain the moans that escape from her lips. With each passing moment, she feels more and more connected to him; their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as he gives her this incredible massage.

It's like a dream come true...

As they eat, Vivian finds herself more relaxed than she has been all day. She feels safe with you, protected somehow. The taste of your sandwich is divine, but she can't help but notice the way you take small bites and savor each one before swallowing. Her own mouth waters as she watches, wishing she could try it too.

"This is really good," she manages to say around a mouthful of food. "Thanks for picking such a great place."

When you nod in agreement, her heart skips a beat. The air between them feels thick with something unspoken, electrifying. She wants nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss you right now, to feel your lips against hers and explore every inch of your mouth. But she doesn't dare; she knows that kind of intimacy is reserved for much later, when - if ever - you decide that she's earned it.

As they lie there together, wrapped in each other's arms, Vivian feels a contentment settle over her like a soft blanket on a cold night. She knows that from this moment forward, nothing will ever be the same again. But she doesn't mind; not when it means having him by her side, loving her and protecting her no matter what.

She closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body against hers.

It's perfect; it's everything she's ever wanted. And as they drift off to sleep together, she knows that whatever challenges tomorrow may bring, they'll face them side by side, stronger and more in love than ever before.