No Secrets From a Secretary

To the readers: Yes, the story has erotic scenes and hence the selection of the genre. But this was written more for the plot than the sex. Hope you enjoy the read and I welcome any feedback.

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THE TRYST

New York murmured against the windows, a city winding down but never quite sleeping. On the 42nd floor of a Midtown high-rise, the office lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, the kind that made corners blur and time stretch.

Ravi Mehra stepped in just after 6:30 p.m., the door clicking shut with a quiet finality. His shoulders were set, but his posture betrayed exhaustion. The board meeting had been long, the kind that drained even a seasoned CEO. His tie was already loosened, his collar unbuttoned--rare signs of disarmament for a man who was usually meticulous, composed.

He wasn't expecting anyone to still be in the office.

But Kylie was there.

She rose from the small desk outside his office, the movement smooth and unhurried. She wore a dove-gray blouse tucked into a high-waisted black skirt, her frame slim but undeniably feminine. At 5'6", she moved with quiet poise, her dark hair swept back in a low knot that framed her angelic features--a delicate contradiction to the way her curves swayed ever so slightly as she walked.

"Long day?" she asked gently, her voice as smooth as the silk of her blouse.

Ravi blinked once, surprised, and then offered a tired smile. "The kind that makes you wonder why you ever wanted to be in charge."

Kylie returned the smile, her eyes holding his for a moment longer than necessary.

"I thought you might want this," she said, lifting a small tray with a sleek porcelain demitasse balanced on it. "Double espresso. I know you take it without sugar."

He raised an eyebrow, impressed. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to." Her gaze lingered on his face, then dropped momentarily to his unbuttoned collar. "Besides, you always say caffeine clears your head."

She stepped forward and extended the tiny cup, her fingers brushing against his as he took it. The contact was brief--but not quite. Her touch lingered, soft and deliberate, their skin barely separating.

Something passed between them in that second. Not a spark. A slow burn.

Ravi studied her for a moment, cup in hand. "You know me better than I thought," he said, his voice quieter now.

Kylie didn't look away. "I pay attention."

He took a sip, watching her over the rim. The espresso was perfect. Strong, hot, exactly how he liked it.

She stood close enough for him to notice the faint scent of her perfume--something light, floral, but with a warm finish he couldn't quite place. It suited her. Understated but memorable.

"I figured you might want company before you dive into emails," she said, stepping just a bit closer, casually enough to be deniable.

He set the cup down on his desk, slowly. "You stayed late just for that?"

Her smile deepened slightly. "I stayed because I thought you might need someone tonight. Even if it's just...a quiet presence."

Ravi paused, taking her in. The way she stood, relaxed but watchful. The gleam of intent behind her calm exterior. She knew what she was doing.

And the strange part? He wasn't sure he minded.

"I'm not used to people reading me that well," he said.

Kylie met his gaze, steady and warm. "Then maybe you should let yourself be seen a little more."

The espresso sat cooling on his desk, untouched.

Kylie moved with a grace that was no longer just professional. As Ravi watched her rise from the edge of his desk, she didn't go back to her own seat. Instead, she stepped around him--slow, deliberate--and let her fingers trail briefly along the back of his chair. It wasn't a touch meant to be casual. It lingered.

Ravi didn't turn immediately. He felt her behind him. The warmth of her body closer than it should've been. The silence between them was suddenly thick, charged.

"You've been bottling it up, haven't you?" she said softly, her voice near his ear now.

Ravi's jaw tensed.

Kylie stepped around to face him again, this time closer. She leaned against the edge of his desk--her hips brushing the edge, her skirt riding slightly higher along her thighs. Her fingers played with the top button of her blouse, not unbuttoning it--but drawing attention to it. Testing him.

"I know," she continued, voice low and coaxing. "I've seen it in your eyes. The way they follow me when you think I don't notice."

He exhaled, deep and controlled. "You don't know what you're doing, Kylie."

She smiled--slow and sure. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing."

She reached down and took his tie between two fingers, tugging just slightly--not to pull him closer, but to remind him that she could. That she would, if he gave her room.

"I've watched you walk past me for over a year, pretending I was just another employee. But your hands always tighten just a little when I get too close. Your eyes linger when I leave the room."

Her leg brushed his knee as she shifted again, crossing one ankle over the other, making her skirt slip up just enough to show a sliver of bare thigh.

"Don't," he said quietly, eyes locked on hers, his control visibly thinning. "You don't know the things I've had to suppress."

"I do," she said, and leaned down slightly, close enough that her breath warmed the side of his cheek. "Because I've had to suppress them too."

Ravi turned his head slowly, meeting her eyes from inches away.

"Say it," Kylie whispered. "Tell me I haven't imagined it. Tell me you've thought about me. About what you'd do if you let go--just once."

His voice cracked a little, like something deep inside him had splintered. "I've wanted you from the start, Kylie. Every time I've closed my door, it's because I didn't trust myself not to let you in."

Her lips parted just slightly, breath catching--not from surprise, but satisfaction. Her fingers moved, not toward his face, but to his hand resting on the armrest. She let hers settle on top of it, sliding between his fingers. She didn't grip. She simply existed there--warm, real, undeniable.

"I don't want you to pretend anymore," she said. "Not tonight."

Ravi looked down at their hands. Then up at her.

And this time, he didn't pull away.

Kylie didn't wait.

She stepped between his legs, close enough that her skirt brushed his knees again--but this time, she didn't stop. She placed one hand on the armrest beside his, the other lightly at the back of his neck. Her thumb grazed the line just beneath his ear, slow and careful, like she was reading him through touch.

Ravi tensed--but he didn't pull away. His breath hitched, and when he looked up at her, there was something raw behind his eyes. Something cracked open.

"Kylie..." he murmured, but it wasn't a warning.

It was a surrender.

She leaned in--just close enough for her lips to ghost his cheek, her breath hot against his skin. Then, in one fluid motion, she moved to straddle his lap. Her skirt rode up as she settled, thighs framing his, her body fitting into his like it was meant to. She didn't rush. Her hands rested on his chest, grounding him.

His own hands hovered for a moment, caught in the hesitation of a man who'd forbidden himself this for too long.

She tilted her head, mouth just inches from his. "It's okay," she whispered. "I want this. I want you."

That was all he needed.

Ravi exhaled, shaky and full of hunger. His hands came to her waist--tentative at first, then firmer, fingers digging into the softness of her blouse as he pulled her closer.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he breathed.

"I do," she said, rocking her hips slightly against him. "And I want you to stop pretending you don't feel it too."

Her lips met his--not a kiss, not yet--but a warm press to the corner of his mouth, soft and suggestive. His head leaned back slightly, eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

Then she kissed him.

It was deep from the start--not tentative, not testing. She kissed him like she'd been waiting for this moment, replaying it in her mind a thousand different ways. Her mouth claimed his, slow at first, then more demanding, her fingers sliding into his hair as his hands finally roamed her back, her hips.

Ravi groaned into her mouth--a low sound, unguarded. His restraint melted beneath her touch, years of self-denial pouring into the way he kissed her back, the way he held her like he couldn't quite believe she was real.

When they broke, just for breath, his forehead leaned against hers. His voice was rough, honest.

"I've wanted this so badly it scared me."

Kylie smiled, breathless, lips swollen from the kiss. "Then stop being scared."

Her hips shifted again, deliberate. He was already rock hard beneath her, and she felt it--the way his body responded instantly. She held his gaze, her hand sliding to the top button of his shirt.

"Let me take care of you tonight," she whispered. "No guilt. No boundaries. Just this."

And this time, Ravi didn't hold back.

Ravi's eyes darkened.

Something inside him flipped the moment she whispered "No guilt. No boundaries." It wasn't just desire anymore--it was possession. Permission. Years of restraint collapsing under the weight of raw want.

His grip tightened on her waist--no longer hesitant. He stood in one powerful motion, lifting her effortlessly off his lap and onto the desk behind her. Papers scattered, the espresso cup tipped and rolled to the floor. He didn't care. Neither did she.

Kylie gasped, legs parting instinctively as he stepped between them. The change in him was immediate--controlled rage turned hunger. His mouth was on hers again, but this time the kiss was rough, deep, a claiming. He kissed her like he was punishing himself for waiting so long.

His hands roamed now with purpose--palming her thighs, sliding up her skirt, rubbing on her wet panties, moving it aside and shoving his middle finger in her quickly followed by a second finger, while gripping the back of her neck with the other hand as if anchoring himself to the moment.

The pace of his fingers in her quickned, moving in and out. "You've been driving me insane," he growled against her lips. "The way you walk past my office. That skirt. That mouth."

Kylie moaned as he nipped at her lower lip, his teeth dragging across it before crashing back into her with even more force. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, grinding against the fingers, adjusting her position to let his hardness pressing between them.

"I wanted you to notice," she whispered, breath ragged. "I wanted you to lose control."

He pulled his fingers out, licked her juices. His hands now reached for the buttons of her blouse, popping them one by one with sharp, impatient movements. When he spread the fabric open and saw the soft lace beneath, he froze just long enough to take it in. Then his hands were on her again--cupping, lifting, thumb brushing her nipple through the fabric until she gasped, arching toward him. His tongue hungrily onto her lace, popping her beautiful tits out and biting on the nipples. The animal in Ravi was unleashed.

His voice was low, almost threatening. "You've imagined this, haven't you? Bent over my desk, crying my name."

"Yes," she gasped.

"Say it."

"I've thought about it every night. I've touched myself thinking about you--this--your hands, your mouth--"

Ravi spun her around before she could finish, pushing her down onto the desk. Her cheek pressed against the cool surface as he kicked her heels apart with his foot. One hand stayed on the small of her back, keeping her pinned; the other slid up her thigh beneath her skirt.

"You have no idea what you've unleashed," he murmured behind her, breath hot against her neck.

Kylie moaned at the dominance in his tone, the way he took her--owned her now without hesitation. She arched her back, offering more, wanting more.

"Then show me," she whispered.

And Ravi did.

Kylie's breath caught as Ravi pressed her down against the desk, his body flush against hers from behind. She felt the heat of him, the pressure--his restraint completely burned away. One strong hand spread across her lower back, holding her in place, the other sliding up her thigh with purpose, claiming every inch of her.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You have no idea how long I've imagined this," he murmured. "What your skin would taste like. What your body would sound like when I finally touched you like this."

His hand slipped beneath her skirt, and she arched against him with a soft, trembling moan, her hips grinding into the desk. Ravi's breathing was rough now, his control fraying with every second. She could feel the strength in him, the size of him pressed against her, hard and relentless.

He didn't rush--he measured her. Drew his fingers along her curves slowly, then with increasing intensity, learning every response, every shiver and gasp. Kylie was pliant beneath him, her body a map he read with urgency and reverence, her breath stuttering as he found the spots that made her tremble.

When he finally entered her, it was deep, consuming. Kylie cried out--his name, a sound she'd rehearsed in her fantasies but never like this. Never this real, this raw. Ravi's grip on her waist tightened, anchoring them both to the moment as he began to move, deep strokes that echoed with everything he had held back for years.

There was nothing polite about it. It was feral. Need-driven.

His rhythm built quickly, forceful and rhythmic, their bodies colliding in time with the creak of the desk and the harshness of their breathing. He buried his face in her neck, biting back groans, his voice strained and hoarse.

"You feel--god--Kylie..."

She reached back for him, fingers clawing into his hip, trying to draw him even deeper. "Don't stop," she panted. "Take everything, Ravvvviiiiiii."

He did.

The room pulsed with the heat of them, sweat forming between skin, her blouse slipping down one arm, his shirt half open. He reached forward, one hand sliding up her stomach, between her breasts, over her throat--never choking, but holding. Possessing.

And then it started to break--the rhythm turning erratic, breath ragged, her moans higher, tighter, his voice a growl in her ear.

She came first, gasping, her entire body seizing under him, back arching, legs trembling as she cried out his name--half prayer, half release.

Ravi followed almost immediately, burying himself fully, his body tensing hard as he let go, his lips against her shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the heat and the sound and the impossible depth of it all.

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence--just their panting, her body still twitching beneath his, his weight heavy and warm against her back.

He kissed her spine. Once. Gently.

Then again.

This time, it wasn't possession. It was gratitude.

And something deeper.

The office was dim again, save for the city lights flooding in through the glass. The storm of heat and motion had passed, but the air still shimmered with the aftershock.

Ravi stood behind her, one hand resting on her hip as he kissed her shoulder, slower now. Their breathing was returning to normal, but their pulse--at least his--was still erratic.

Kylie straightened slowly, adjusting her skirt with fluid grace, as though she hadn't just been undone on his desk. She turned to face him, smoothing her blouse back over her chest, buttons still undone, lips still swollen.

She met his eyes with that same calm fire. "Take me to dinner."

Ravi blinked, surprised--not by the request, but the sudden shift. "Now?"

She nodded, buttoning the top of her blouse without looking down. "There's this spot I've been wanting to go to."

He smirked, reaching for his shirt. "Let me guess. Some quiet candlelit place with overpriced wine?"

Kylie stepped closer again, but this time it was teasing. Her fingers slid his tie back into place, tightening it for him as she spoke.

"No," she said. "A private club in SoHo. Discreet entrance. Long leather booths. No cameras. A red door with nothing on it but a brass number seven."

Ravi froze.

His hands stopped mid-button. His brow creased--subtly, but not subtly enough to escape her gaze.

Her eyes gleamed. "You know it, don't you?"

He said nothing.

Kylie leaned in, lips grazing his ear. "I've seen you go in. Twice in the last three months. You always arrive alone. You never stay long."

Ravi took a step back, eyes narrowing--not in anger, but in disbelief. "How the hell do you know about that place?"

She smiled. "Let's just say you're not the only one who can keep secrets, Mr. Mehra."

There was something electric in the silence that followed--Ravi recalibrating everything he thought he knew about her. The balance of power, once skewed, was suddenly even. Maybe tilted.

"You've been watching me," he said, voice low.

"I've been learning you," she corrected. "And now that I've got your attention, I want to see what you're like when you're not pretending to be someone you're not."

He ran a hand through his hair, still half-wrung from the intensity of what they'd just done, but now--fascinated. Drawn in even deeper. "You want me to take you there? That's not exactly a place for first dates."

Kylie raised an eyebrow. "This isn't exactly a first date, is it?"

Ravi let out a low laugh, full of disbelief and something darker. "You're dangerous."

She tilted her head, fingers brushing the lapel of his jacket. "And you like that."

He stepped closer again, the air between them taut with a new kind of tension--curiosity, challenge. He reached for her hand.

"Fine," he said. "Dinner at Seven."

She grinned. "I'll wear black."

Ravi turned to grab his blazer when he heard the soft click of a cabinet drawer sliding open.

He glanced over his shoulder--and paused.

Kylie stood beside her desk, pulling a sleek black dress from a hidden compartment, one he'd passed a thousand times without ever noticing. The fabric shimmered faintly, minimal and unmistakably designed to turn heads. She laid it across her chair with practiced ease, then began to undress--without hesitation, without shame.

Ravi watched--eyes narrowing, breath caught in his throat. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders. Her skirt followed, pooling at her feet. She was backlit by the city skyline, skin kissed by golden lamplight. The curve of her hip, the elegant arch of her back--everything about her was deliberate.

She didn't look at him as she slipped into the dress. But she knew he was watching.

And that was the point.

It clung to her like second skin, cut high on the thigh and low on the back. She zipped it up halfway, then turned to face him, eyes glittering.

"Don't you think this is more appropriate for where we're going?" she asked.

Ravi didn't respond right away. Something in his chest had gone still--tight. His arousal hadn't faded, but beneath it, something more complicated began to stir.

Kylie wasn't just confident. She was calculated.

She handled his calendar. His emails. His expense reports.

And suddenly, his mind began to race.

Does she know about the hotel bills? The third card under the LLC name? The gifts that never made it home?

She managed his financial statements every quarter. Reviewed reimbursements. Had full access to discretionary line items he'd thought were buried under layers of corporate ambiguity.

How long has she known? What else has she seen?

She smiled at him as she smoothed the dress over her hips. "You always think you're the one reading people, Ravi. But you leave a bigger trail than you think."

The tone was playful--but the message was pointed.

He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. "You planning to use that knowledge for something?"