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.
