~Alessia~
I woke up with a secret smile, my body still humming from last night. Lorenzo had been so gentle, yet so intense, making my first time something I'd never forget.
In every touch, I felt alive in a way I hadn't before.
But at Morano Holdings, I had to lock those feelings away. We had a deal... no strings or slip-ups at work--which I knew it's just a matter of time. Soon, I would make him fully mine, both at home and at the company.
I wore a fitted peach dress, smoothed my hair, and headed to the office, determined to keep things professional as agreed.
The morning buzzed with activity. I organized Lorenzo's schedule, took calls, and prepped for a team briefing. When he walked into the conference room, his charcoal suit hugged his frame perfectly, and those eyes flicked to me.
I looked away, focusing on my notes, but my skin prickled under his gaze.
During the briefing, he spoke with that commanding tone, but every time our eyes met, heat sparked low in my belly. It was torture, pretending nothing had changed.
"You're doing well, Alessia," he said after the meeting, his voice low as we walked back to his office. "Focused... I like that."
"Thanks, Mr. Morano," I replied, keeping it cool, though my pulse raced. "Just doing my job."
His lips twitched, like he knew I was fighting the urge to say more. "Good, and keep it that way."
The day dragged on with emails and several meetings. By late afternoon, I needed to grab files from the storage room, so I went inside, the door clicking shut behind me.
Moments later, it opened again, and Lorenzo stepped in, his presence filling the small space.
"What are you doing here?" Shocked, I asked in a low tone, clutching a folder.
"Checking on you," he said, stepping closer. "You've been too perfect today, makes me wonder what's going on in that tiny head of yours."
"Well," I smirked, setting the folder down. "Just following your rules, Ren. No office affair, right?"
His eyes darkened, and he closed the distance, pinning me against the shelves. "Say that again," he murmured, his breath hot on my neck.
"Ren…" I whispered, and his lips crashed onto mine. I moaned softly, hands gripping his tie as he pressed himself against me, his hardness shown through his pants.
His fingers slip under my peach below the knee dress, tracing my panties, and finding me already wet.
"Alessia," he growled, tugging my panties aside. His fingers teased my folds, circling my clit with slow strokes. "So ready for me."
I gasped, legs trembling as I gripped the shelf. "Ren… we're at work."
"That's the thrill, isn't it?" he whispered, sliding one finger inside me, curling it just right.
My hips bucked, chasing the pleasure as he added another, pumping steadily, his thumb grazing my clit.
"Tell me you want this."
"I want... you," I moaned, my voice shaking as he worked me higher, my body clenching around his fingers.
His kisses trailed down my neck, teeth grazing my skin, making me whimper. I was so close, the edge teasing me, when he pulled back, licking his fingers clean, eyes locked on mine.
"Delicious," he said, smirking. "We'll finish this later."
I panted, adjusting my dress, my body aching for more. "You're cruel," I muttered, half-laughing.
"Part of the deal," he said, straightening his tie. "Now, let's get back before someone notices."
We tiptoed out of the storage room, my legs still shaky.
As we returned to the office, I smoothed my hair, hoping no one could tell. But then, Sarah, a chatty colleague, stopped me in the hall, her eyes narrowing playfully.
"Alessia, you okay? Your hair's a bit… messy," she said, grinning.
My heart stopped, heat flooding my cheeks as I stammered, "Oh, just… bumped into a shelf in the storage room."
Her innocent question made me panic... had she seen something?
★★★
~Lorenzo~
I sat at my desk, reports spread out, but my mind wasn't on numbers. Earlier in the storage with Alessia... her soft moans, her tight warmth, kept replaying and making me lose control.
She'd confessed her feelings, and I'd pushed back, sticking to our deal. But her words and touch were chipping away at my walls I had closed five years ago.
I glanced at her across the office, typing diligently, her peach dress hugging every curve. Fuck, I was in trouble.
"Mr Morano," she said, breaking my thoughts, "you've got a merger meeting in New York tomorrow. I've booked flights and a hotel. Need me to prep anything else?"
I relaxed my back, staring at her. "You're coming with me. For two days, you'll handle notes and logistics."
Her eyes widened, a flicker of excitement passing through them. "Me? In New York?"
"You're my assistant, so it's part of the job."
"Got it, Mr. Morano." She nodded, a small smile tugging her lips.
But my focus split between work and the memory of her body under mine last night, and I needed it again.
I kept it professional, but as she brushed past my hand, handing over files for tomorrow, my cock twitched.
Our deal was supposed to keep things simple, but I realized nothing about Alessia was simple...
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That evening, as I finally got back home, Alessia sat on the couch with her legs tucked under, scrolling her phone. I loosened my tie, watching her.
She'd changed into a soft silk camisole and shorts, her skin practically glowing under the living room blue lights. My restraint was hanging by a thread.
"You're staring," she said, smirking over her phone. "Breaking your own rules?"
I crossed to her, towering over the couch. "You're making it hard to follow them, Alessia."
She stood, closing the distance.
"Then don't," she whispered, her hand grazing my chest. Her scent... vanilla, hits me hard.
I grabbed her wrist, pulling her against me. "Careful what you ask for." My voice was rough, desire burning through me.
"Show me," she challenged, eyes blazing.
I didn't hesitate. I lifted her onto the couch, her legs wrapping around my waist as I kissed her, hard and deep. Her tongue met mine, eager, as I yanked her camisole off, revealing her naked breasts.
I cupped them, thumbs teasing her hard nipples.
"Ren... please," she moaned, her hands fumbling with my belt. I helped her, pulling my pants, my cock springing free. She reached for it, stroking slowly, her touch sending shocks through me.
"You're killing me," I muttered, pushing her shorts down. Her panties were soaked, and I groaned, pulling them off.
I spread her thighs, settling between them, and teased her clit with my fingers, circling slowly. Her hips bucked, her moans filling the room.
"Ren… more," she begged. I thrust two fingers inside her, curling them, hitting that spot that made her cry out.
"Like that, baby girl?" I asked, pumping steadily, her slickness coating my hand. She nodded, breathless, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I brought her to cloud nine, her body trembling, but I stopped short, pulling out.
"Not yet," I said, kissing her deeply as I positioned myself, sliding into her with gentility.
Her tight pussy gripped me, and I groaned, moving with controlled thrusts, savoring every second.
She matched my rhythm, her moans driving me wild for forty minutes, but I pulled out just as I felt my release build, spilling on her thigh.
We collapsed, panting, her head on my chest. "That was… intense," she whispered, her voice soft.
"You have no idea," I said, kissing her forehead, trying to ignore how much I wanted to hold her closer.
But as she drifted to sleep in my arms, my phone buzzed on the table. An email from the finance team about a minor audit issue with personal expenses.
My jaw tightened, knowing this could mean scrutiny, and I didn't need that now...