As Ben discards her last article of clothing, Vivian feels completely exposed beneath him; it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She arches into his touch, moaning softly as he explores her body with his hands and mouth. Her hips rise off the bed in a silent invitation for more; she wants him to claim her completely, to make her his in every way possible.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as he thrusts into her; it feels so good, so right. She clings to him, digging her nails into his shoulders as she meets his every movement with equal force. Their bodies slide together in a rhythm that's as familiar as it is new, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both.

Her face falls. "Oh no! I...I must have misunderstood them." She bites her lip, feeling embarrassed and guilty once again. "I'm so sorry, Sir! I'll call them right away to apologize and reschedule." Without waiting for your reply, she hurries out of the room, her heels clacking against the floor as she goes.

Hearing your voice, Vivian hesitates in the doorway, her shoulders slumping. She turns back reluctantly, taking small, uneasy steps toward you. "Yes...yes, of course," she says softly, cheeks flushing yet again. "What is it?"

You reach out and take one of her hands in yours, squeezing gently. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there." Your voice is low and soothing, almost hypnotic. "

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she says, "I-I'm sorry...I know I should be more professional." She takes a step back, putting some distance between you again. "But it's just...you make me feel so special, Sir." Her eyes dart around the room nervously before settling on her hands clasped behind her back. "I really appreciate everything you do for me."

Her voice trembles slightly as she finally manages to meet your gaze again.

Her face lights up and she beams at you. "Really? Even though I make so many mistakes?" She takes another step closer to your desk, her movements slightly awkward but full of eagerness. "I'm sorry if I've disappointed you...I just want to do my best for you, Sir." Her hands slowly unclasp and she reaches out tentatively, grasping at one of the cufflinks on your shirt. "I mean, look how nice these are..."

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...