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summary: annie, assistant to CEO elijah moore, does everything she can to flaunt her body around the office. she shows skin; she bats her eyelashes; she talks real smooth—and her boss can't help but to notice. when things become too much, too heated, the pair give in, fucking like it's the only thing either of them have ever truly wanted—and maybe it is.
cw: power dynamic, office!sex, semi public!sex, cigar smoking, mentions of alcohol, use of the nword
a/n: i'm back!!!!! thank y'all for being so lovely and understanding. these last few months have been so hectic with graduating and everything, but now i'm free and i'm finna be overloading y'all with shit again :))))). this is inspired by this and this entire interaction (although the full context was in the tags)!! y’all better thank @partylikemajima! i had so much fun with thisss
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Being the CEO of a Fortune 500 company has always been Elijah Moore’s goal in life. He wanted the security of having his position. He wanted the comfortability of knowing how his days would look, being the head and not the tail of a company he and his brother built from the ground up.
He and Elias, the company’s COO, got into the telecommunications business just as the industry began to boom before the recession hit. It gave them cushion during difficult times, and now the company has blossomed into something great. With over 75 million wireless subscribers, an average yearly revenue of $125 million, and 5G coverage over 37% of US land, Elijah was proud of what they’d built together.
Times like this always made him feel reflective and grateful.
The company’s anniversary was coming up in just a few weeks—20 years of Moore Mobile. What once was a figment of his imagination has become a sturdy and ethical business model that provides internet service to some of the most rural areas of the US while taking care of its employees internally.
Elijah stood by the floor to ceiling windows in his office, contemplating over everything: his accomplishments, the work piling up, the celebration in a few weeks, the yearly bonus to his employees. There seemed to not be enough time in the day, but he was grateful for all of it anyway. No matter how fast paced and busy life got, he was still thankful for it.
Across the room, the door rushed open. In a flash of light it seemed, the man’s assistant rounded the side of his desk, sitting down his coffee and even more reports for him to look over. But he couldn’t be annoyed by the delivery because the sight of the woman always eased his mind.
Annie Laveau was hired by his brother in an attempt to get the older twin to calm the hell down. Work had become too much and too hectic for him to not have an assistant any longer; He always preferred to do his work alone, but it wasn't working for him anymore. He'd become way too uptight and way too angry. So Elias joked about hiring the sexiest woman either of them had ever seen to help relieve his stress; And when she showed up for her first day of work, Elijah couldn’t help but to agree.
The woman was beyond sexy.
She had plump dark skin that contrasted well with every outfit she wore. She had thin-rimmed glasses that highlighted the size of her eyes. And her body—man, her body. Every time she walked into his office, Elijah found himself having to clench his jaw or his fists to hold himself together. She was thick all over. The outfits she wore—sometimes too tight at the waist, sometimes too tight at the thighs—made him want to combust.
But it was when she wore low-cut shirts that he really fought to compose himself.
Annie was blessed beyond recognition, and her titties showcased that. Half of the time, Elijah would be daydreaming about laying his head there when he got overwhelmed by work. He'd think about laying his tongue flat against her nipples until she was cumming from the simple stimulation alone. And sometimes he’d even imagine putting other things there, forcing her on her knees, prying her bra off her body, and dragging his thick di—
“Mr. Moore,” Annie grumbled, and by the tension in her tone, she’d been trying to obtain his attention for a while. The man scrambled to his seat, grabbing the cup of coffee and downing a few gulps to get his bearings back. Clearing his throat and forcing his eyes to land anywhere other than her low-cut sweater, Elijah spoke.
“I apologize for that, Ms. Laveau,” he reconciled gruffly. “I was in my own head," he made the excuse, hoping to God she didn't ask what he'd been thinking about. Her gaze turned to a look of amuse as he coughed from embarrassment before speaking again. "How are the reports?”
The woman cleared her throat, rolling her eyes as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She wore a high bun today, something that Elijah imagined himself grabbing ahold to with force. As her hand reached to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose, the man’s eyes darted to her chest like always, captivated and enthralled.
“They look like what we’ve been wantin',” she replied easily, standing at the edge of his desk. She remained professional as always, making sure he was completely caught up on everything. As she shifted her weight to her other leg, Elijah couldn't help but to notice the way her chest jiggled from the impact. “We’re hittin' all our targets on time, and the team is keepin' morale high ahead of the company's anniversary.”
“Good, good,” Elijah spoke slowly, looking up at her with his head tilted back against his chair. His hands crossed at the bottom of his torso as he fought to keep calm. It was the only thing holding himself together. All he wanted was to bend her over his desk. To rip her sweater to pieces since she dared to wear something so revealing. To spank her ass and fuck her titties because there was no way she didn't want this too. But Elijah just continued along like the professional man he was, finding a way to usher her out of the room before he couldn't handle his emotions any longer. “Is there anything else,” he wondered aloud with a raised eyebrow.
He watched the woman look over her notes, crossing off things with a blue pen before her eyes perked up in recognition.
“Yes, actually,” Annie announced, dragging her body closer to him. She invaded his space with ease, setting a stack of papers directly in front of him. “There are a few preparations needed for the party. I’ve taken the liberty to extend invitations to all of our partners and past sponsors. We’ve gotten RSVPs from five and are still waitin' on the others. I also need you to decide what party favors you want…”
Elijah could hardly focus on the words coming out of her mouth. Not when she kept pushing those glasses up her nose. Not when her freshly painted nails were pointing out things on the paper. Not when her breasts were on full display and only inches away from his waiting mouth.
It was like this every time she was in his midst. He'd fall off somewhere into a daydream about fucking her over his desk or in the elevator where the risk of being caught added to the heat between them. He wanted her in the worst way, and it was getting harder to ignore it.
On top of being sexy as all get out, Annie was also just an excellent employee. She always made sure his office was ready for him before he got there—window shades open to bring in the sunlight, coffee sitting at the perfect temperature atop his desk. She was always efficient in her work, priding herself on being thorough and precise above all else. And she even went above and beyond to help others with their work and meeting their target goals.
She was a CEO's dream in every facet, and every day he was thankful to his brother for convincing him that she is what he needed.
When he tuned back into her words, Annie was still standing over his shoulder, smelling good and looking even better. Her voice—professional with an air of Creole flair—sent shivers down his spine.
“So, like I said,” she continued, leaning in so close that the scent of her perfume became one with his skin, “I need you to look over these potential vendors for the party. I would ask the financial department, but I know you like to keep a close eye on the money side of things.”
Elijah nodded along to each word, jaw slacking from how good she smelled and how silky her voice sounded against his ear.
“I'll do whatever you need me to,” the man whispered, fighting himself as he bypassed her titties, which were at eye level now, to look her in the eyes. Annie smiled widely down at the man, straightening her posture as she prepared to leave his office.
“Good,” she remarked, tone dipping low and provocative as she hung onto that one syllable. She maintained their eye contact, and the longer their eyes remained on each other, the more her smile turned from polite to something arguably close to seductive. Her back straightened fully, forcing his head to travel higher as she stood above him once again, and Annie let her eyes trail down the front of his body. She took all of him in, head tilting to the side faintly as she hummed in approval before clearing her throat.
Turning sharply on her heels upon meeting his gaze once more, Annie strode over to the office door. Her steps were long, thighs rubbing against each other in her tight pencil skirt, hips switching because she just knew he was looking.
Elijah was convinced that the woman was doing it all on purpose. He had no proof, but he had a feeling. And his gut intuition had never steered him wrong. There was always something in the way she smiled and let her voice croon too confidently. It was something in the way she'd maintain eye contact long enough to force heat to his cheeks and how her blouses revealed just a small bit of her lace bras when she'd move too quickly. It felt intentional in every way.
“I will see you later, Mr. Moore,” the woman announced with a grin. She opened the door, closing it behind her without even giving him time to respond.
Elijah sat back in his chair, body thrumming from having Annie so close to him. He could still feel her, could taste her in the air even. But she wasn’t there. Her last words rung in his ears—Mr. Moore. He loved the way she said it, but he couldn’t stop himself from craving to hear her moaning his first name.
Annie Laveau was unlike any woman he’d experienced before, and something about the way she treated him—getting him all riled up before leaving him with nothing but his own two hands—made his body run hot with desperate need. A need to subdue her. A need to please her. A need to punish her. The longer he thought about it and imagined the woman in various positions all over his office, the more his body responded with blood rushing to below his belt, an attempt to aid his wild mind.
Elijah didn’t fight it.
This had become routine by now: Annie would come in with her body on full display, Elijah would drift off into his mind with unprofessional thoughts about her, and when she’d leave, he’d get himself off to the lingering essence of her in the room.
Elijah’s eyes darted over at the analog clock, debating whether he'd have enough time to do what he needed. It wouldn’t take him long, not with the way her ass jiggled when she walked out his door. The only person who would dare to interrupt him during the work day was Annie, but she told him that she'd be back later. So without further hesitation, the man undid his belt buckle, pulling his pants and briefs far enough down that he could fist his dick without anything in his way.
“Fuck,” he grunted, face screwing up as his right hand firmly gripped his arousal. The ten minutes Annie had been in his office had made him feral for more of her. His mind was so vivid and fresh with desire that he could convince himself that his hand was her titties, dick sliding against them perfectly. With each thrust of his hips, he imagined her with a wide smile—tongue sticking out to swipe at his throbbing tip. With each squeeze of his palm, he imagined Annie pressing her titties closer together, making the hold tighter and the friction more abrupt.
He envisioned her moaning his name, coaxing him to his finish with soft mutters of Elijah off her tongue. The thought was glorious and holy—exactly what he needed to complete a hard day of work.
Elijah’s hips sped up to an uneven pace, chasing a feeling only Annie could give—whether she knew it or not.
~~~~~
Elijah Moore was correct in assuming Annie was doing it all on purpose. From the moment she stepped foot inside his office on the first day, she had the man pinned as someone who needed that release on the daily—a man she could toy with and make cum just by being the pretty little thing that brought him coffee and read off numbers like she owned them.
She quietly adored her effect on him, how he could never keep his eyes off of her for too long, how his mind went blank in the middle of conversations about important things. More than anything, she adored that she could tell he could ruin her, but he wouldn't allow himself to. He'd just watch her day by day, pressure building up until he had to make himself cum to the thought of her.
Annie would be stupid to not realize what Elijah did after she left his office. His usually tense yet stoic demeanor would be replaced with a calm and relaxed version of the man she’d grown to know. Within a thirty minute span of time, he’d be a completely different person just because of an orgasm. It was like magic—a feeling she hoped to give his body with her own two hands someday soon.
So with that in mind, the woman showed up every day with her low-cut blouses—because that’s what Elijah seemed to adore most. She’d lean in real close—because that’s when his nostrils would flare at the scent of her skin. She’d bend over real slow when she’d drop something just before departing his office—because she could feel his eyes glued to her ass. And she’d speak his name real clear and proud—because she wanted him to know that she liked the taste of it on her tongue.
Annie moved about the building, checking in with coworkers, printing off reports, refilling her cup of coffee so that her mind was reenergized for the work to come. There was a lot to be done ahead of the company’s 20th anniversary, and she was not going to leave a single rock unturned.
She sat at her desk filing away a few papers, eyes dragging over headers and recipient names as she sipped her coffee with an unbothered flair. Her office wall was fully glass, outlooking the rest of the department, and like always, everyone fought to contain how mesmerized her ease made them. The entire building, from the ground floor to the top, knew the name of Annie Laveau.
She was known openly as the sexy, intelligent woman who got work done like it was the simplest thing ever. People were quick to notice her beauty to the point of mass appeal, but they remained captivated by her personality—tantalizing, alluring, and magnetic.
More than anything though, she was known as one of two people in the entire building that Elijah Moore could stand. His brother was one, and she was the other.
In the middle of her work, a shy, timid knock on the door frame caused Annie's eyes to shift up. She was instantly met with an intern from the financial department. His movements were nervous. His voice was quiet. And his eyes were low, trying to keep himself from choking at the woman's intimidating yet seductive energy.
“H-hi, Ms. Laveau," he stuttered out, fumbling with the items in his hands. "I—I have these reports to give Mr. Moore about the yearly bonuses," he held papers up, shaking slightly as she met his gaze. Annie smiled, forcing him to stutter further. "But—but I, um, I didn’t want to bother him. Could you give these to him...possibly?”
The woman stood on solid feet, taking a deep breath as she closed her laptop. This was a normal part of her job. Everyone was so intimidated by Elijah Moore that they'd rather interrupt her day, stuttering foolishly, instead of going to him themselves. It was always interesting to her how even when they were intimidated by her, they'd rather meet her acquaintance than his. It made her chest warm knowing that everyone in the building could tell the impact she had on the man.
"I've got it, sweetheart," Annie's voice crooned as she moved toward the door. Hand open for the papers, she smiled at the intern before saying her goodbyes and well wishes.
She was immediately brought back to her earlier thoughts—how she knew for a fact that the man couldn’t stop himself from relieving the ache she gave him. As Annie turned toward the end of the hall, a sly grin erupted on her face. With each step she took, she was envisioning what sight she'd be met with. Mr. Moore in the heat of ecstasy. Mr. Moore moaning her name. Mr. Moore with his dick in his hands and her on his mind.
The thought of it was filthy, but she loved it. She loved it enough that when she got outside of his office door at the end of the hall, completely separated from the rest of the office space, she turned the doorknob without knocking.
She walked in without announcing herself.
And she smiled.
Real filthy.
"Oh, shit," Elijah exclaimed as he noticed her standing there, door half way open but her body completely in the room. He rushed to pull his briefs and pants back up over his waist, muttering apologies so frantically that he didn't even notice the way she closed the door behind her. He was fumbling so badly that he didn't even notice the way she walked slowly toward his desk, steps measured and confident. Head high and tilted to the side as she looked down at the tent in his pants.
"Mr. Moore," she tsked, making her voice cold yet amused as she indulged in his mortified gaze. She looked down through her glasses, and her eyes darkened at the way his softened at the sound of his name. "I brought these for you," she announced, laying the papers on his desk. "But, I guess you're busy."
"I—I apologize," he began, words coming out raw as his hands scrambled across the desk to reach for anything, eyes refusing to look at her any longer. He hoped to God that she hadn’t heard him moaning her name, full and without restraint. He'd been in the middle of a heated affair as he tried his best the calm his ache. "I ain’t think anyone was comin' in," he continued to apologize profusely. Shame was settling into his bones. He'd been foolish, and now he was forced to reckon with his actions.
But Annie just eyed him with a dark expression, mind running wild with scenarios as she watched the way he twitched in his pants. Her lack of response was making his body churn with more embarrassment than needed, and when he finally met her gaze again, his breath stopped.
Annie was leaned in real close, titties close to his face as she moved to sit atop his desk directly in front of him.
"You need help with that," she questioned, throwing him a gaze toward the seat of his pants.
The simplicity of it made his body lean forward just slightly. He wanted to cave under her. To have her ruin him and to ruin her back. The thought of it sounded like exactly the thing he needed. Before she came in, he'd been having the hardest time getting there. His hands weren't doing it for him, and all he seemed to want was Annie.
Elijah swallowed his pride as he noticed the genuine look of desire in her eyes. Without being able to formulate any excuse against it, his eyes clouded over as he nodded in response. His mouth had run too dry for words, but Annie understood each one of his needy movements. He clawed at the arms of his chair. He settled his legs nice and wide so that she could see him with ease.
Annie fought against the grin that wanted to crawl onto her face. Never had she wanted a man more than she wanted her boss, and after months of flaunting herself around the office, she was finally getting what she craved.
She straddled his lap quickly, engulfing him once again with her scent. They'd never been as close to him as she was now, and the warmth they created made their heads spin. Annie's skirt slid up her thighs with the assistance of Elijah’s hands, and without pushing their desire aside any further, they engulfed each other in an abrupt kiss.
Months spent with Annie provoking him had their bodies ready to commit to each other without much thought needed. The air in the office had turn from embarrassment to curiosity to straight pleasure as the woman fumbled with the man's pants. His hands traveled up under her skirt, tugging at the waistband of her panties just to get a feel of the material.
Elijah's pants were pulled back down to his ankles by the time they gave themselves a break from kissing, and Annie immediately settled onto her knees in front of his chair.
"I been waitin' to get you like this, Mr. Moore" the woman admitted, breathing calmly against his flushed skin as she took her time trailing her eyes over his body. She smirked at the way his chest rose and fell in a fast rhythm. She reveled at the way he fought himself to just take her completely. Her own body was humming in need, so desperate that her only wish was to have the man cumming back to back without pause.
Looking down at her, Elijah's eyes were blown, and his head threatened to fall back against his chair.
"Ain't been waitin' longer than I have," he grunted, fisting her bun and pulling her eyes up to his. With his hand holding her close and her hands traveling up and down his length in slow strokes, Elijah guided her lips slowly toward his dick. His tongue darted out to wet his lips at the way she opened her mouth to welcome him boastfully. A moan rumbled at the back of his throat from the way she looked up at him through her glasses.
Annie kissed him smoothly, mouth cooling off his skin with each press of her plush lips to his arousal. The groan he let out at the minimal contact was obscene, too dirty for an office setting where anyone could walk past the doors, but as he watched her tongue begin to lap up his precum, the possibility of getting caught made his heart beat fast with want.
"You taste so damn good," Annie groaned as she swallowed every bit of him that she could get. The feeling of her breath against his skin and the vibration of her vocal cords had his body tensing up. It pulled chuckles from the back of her throat, and she smiled against him. "You so sweet," she whimpered, grinding her knees into floor to ready herself as she took him completely down her throat.
She wasted no more time. The desperate look he wore had her moving at full speed. She finally got to have him the way she wanted, to give his body the pleasure they both needed just as much as they needed air. It didn't matter to her that they were in the middle of an office building and that he was moaning her name like they were in a bedroom. If anyone heard, it was on them; If anyone heard, they'd know just how much Elijah Moore was hers.
The look on the man's face said that he didn't know what to do with the overwhelming amounts of pleasure. He didn't know where to put his hands. He didn't know how to quiet his voice. He didn't know whether or not to thrust his hips in time with her head. Elijah had had so many fantasies about this very moment, but he didn’t know the appropriate way to move forward now that he was in it.
It all felt too good—beyond anything he could have ever imagined or anything he'd had before.
But Elijah was in his head.
He was enjoying the surface level feeling and the knowledge that Annie was the one giving it to him, but he couldn't get past the mental block that keep popping up in his mind.
What if she don't wanna work for me after this, he thought in his head, eyebrows furrowing as he gripped at the arms of his chair. His body tensed up, worry surrounding him for her wellbeing. What if she feels weird about this? What if she feel like she gotta do this ‘cause I’m her boss?
He tried to push that last thought away. Annie was clearly enjoying herself. Her eyes were closed. Cheeks were flushed. Hands grabbing at him and her own self as pleasure ran from his body and through hers.
But he was still lost in his mind.
Annie opened her eyes when the man went quiet, confusion etching into her face and his tense posture and silent demeanor. He'd just been moaning, loud and unrelenting, but now he wasn't making a sound. She continued her pursuit, providing him pleasure that had his body shaking, but she looked up to ensure he was still enjoying himself. When she gazed into his eyes, he was already watching at her, quiet and observant.
They were both trying to read each other. Elijah was trying to make sure she wanted to be fucking him. Annie was trying to make sure he wanted her to be fucking him.
The woman pulled away, halting her movements as she tasked herself with making sure he was ok. But Elijah's right hand went to her cheek before she could open her mouth, holding her steady as they melted into each other's gaze. The connection was too raw for a place of work, but there was no mistaking that there was something honest and needy between them. For months it had been brewing, and they couldn't deny the intensity of it.
Annie decided to break the ice, opening her mouth to ask how he felt, but almost as if the universe was punishing them, Elijah's office phone rang loudly.
Neither of them spoke or moved.
They weren't ready for the bubble to be bursted.
They remained still, clinging onto the seconds together, trying to regain their bearings as Elijah's hands smoothed Annie's hair and as she ran her palm down his calf.
The phone stopped ringing.
Then it blared again.
"Goddamn it," Elijah groaned, moving his eyes to the phone and recognizing the caller ID as one of the company's department heads. He pulled his pants and briefs up, shooting Annie an apologetic look before answering the call. "Elijah Moore speakin'," he grumbled into the phone.
Annie sighed heavily, sinking back onto her calves as she looked up at him. Her chest was still heaving from the hurried nature of her earlier assault. She waited as patiently as possible, knowing he was a man of his work. Her hands sat atop her thighs, glasses framing her face and breasts standing at attention like always. He looked at her, breathing through the heat that still rushed through his system.
"Yes," he mumbled, clearly annoyed. "No, I sent Ms. Laveau to run errands," he looked toward her as the person on the phone mentioned they’d called her office phone without getting an answer. "Mhm," she watched him nod. Elijah reached over toward his computer then as he let out an aggressive huff. "Y'all couldn't handle this yourselves," he wondered aloud, typing quickly. He sent Annie a look that said he was sorry, eyes softening, eyebrows low as he watched the disappointment settle on her face.
She tried not to let it sink too deep; It was unlike the persona she maintained at work, so she smiled at him, using his thighs to assist her in getting off the floor. She pulled her skirt down to an appropriate, office length, and she leaned into his body, landing a kiss to the side of his neck.
Elijah’s breath caught for a moment, wanting so badly to end the call and get back to what he'd been doing. Now that he was successfully interrupted, he realized how stupid his earlier worries had been. Annie obviously wanted him as bad as he wanted her, and he'd allowed his mind to get him caught up. She planted another kiss to his ear, lingering there just to pull a groan from his throat. He successfully played it off, grinning up at her slightly and returning to his phone call. His voice was rough and tight was frustration.
All he wanted was her.
Annie walked out of his office the way she always did: with the knowledge that he was watching. Her hips rolled slowly, legs long and confident; And just before she opened the door, she fixed her bun, pushed her glasses up her nose, and sent him a tempting look over her shoulder.
"Hopefully you'll get to cum soon, Mr. Moore," she whispered, giggling at how she could see how blown his eyes were from afar.
~~~~~
Weeks passed of Elijah and Annie pretending like nothing had happened. They hadn't done it completely on purpose. The call the man received in the middle of their affair had thrusted them both into a shit load of work in order to prepare for the 20th anniversary.
From then on, it had been long meetings and longer hours, trying to make sure everything was in order from the catering for the celebration to the employee bonuses. It had been an arduous process that left them little room to think and even less room for pleasure.
But the day was finally here:
The 20th anniversary party.
Annie walked into the venue with her head high and on a swivel as she checked over table arrangements and name placements. She wasn’t going to let one thing go wrong tonight. The food was going to be amazing. The drinks were going to be delicious. The music was going to be superb.
She wanted to anticipate every possible outcome, so she made sure to run through every worse case scenario.
If there was an issue with the DJ's music, it was all saved to a thumb drive. If there was an issue with the sound system, there was a live band in the front of the venue just in case.
If there was an incident with the food, the catering company was told to make twice what was expected.
She was serious about every part of her job. She'd booked the venue for two days before the event and two days after so they could decorate and clean up at their leisure. The party favors had been brought over the night before instead of the day of so it was less of a hassle. She had things planned to the tea: when the twins would arrive, when speeches would start, when the venue would turn into the club that the younger brother yearned for.
As she walked the edge of the large room, eyes darting across the various workers moving about the space, Annie smiled to herself, feeling accomplished. She bathed in all of her hard work, but she wasn't ready to let herself rest yet.
She looked down at her watch, clipboard resting in her left hand, a walkie-talkie in her right. Just ten minutes before showtime, she thought. Forcing herself to breath, Annie leaned against a table and shut her eyes for two seconds.
Her body was beginning to shiver at the possibilities the night brought. This would be her first real chance to breathe after all the work she put in to make the night happen, and at the front of her mind was Elijah Moore—the man who for some reason refused to give her brain a break.
Annie had been thinking about him more consistently since that day in his office, getting lost in day dreams when she should've been working. She wanted to finish what they had started, and somewhere in her body lingered with the feeling of his hand holding her face as she looked up at him, softer than she ever thought he could be.
It was dangerous—a connection that probably shouldn't be formed, but she didn't care enough to cut things off or to stop herself from craving him the way she needed.
When Elijah arrived at the venue, his heart was pounding in his chest. He had high hopes that the night would go well and that people would have good fun, but that wasn't his main concern. His sole worry was that if he looked at Annie for too long he'd end up bending her ass over a bathroom sink or against a hallway wall.
As cool and reserved as he had tried to portray himself to be, the man had been shutting down ever since her mouth was on his dick and he was unable to get what he wanted. He had fantasies about her lips against his skin, and he sent up prayers for the opportunity to have her again.
No matter how much he tried to relieve his own need, his hands were nothing compared to the woman's. He could still envision that smirk on her face—the way she dragged her tongue along his tip, the way she looked over her shoulder before leaving him to his phone call.
For weeks, as they worked in close quarters, he couldn't stop himself from glancing over at her and imagining taking her the way he wanted. She still wore tight skirts, and those ungodly low-cut shirts had his blood pressure rising to the point of absolute worry.
He was shoulder to shoulder with his twin as they entered the foyer of the venue. Both brothers looked like complete copies of each other besides Elijah's scowl and Elias' sly grin. They both wore their signature colors in similar suits. The younger one had suggested it, going so far as to find Elijah’s attire because he needed them both looking sharp for their big night.
Elias being the COO meant he was usually the face of things. Their employees were familiar with him, comfortable joking around and telling him things they needed around the office. He ensured operations ran smoothly by encouraging the staff. Elijah being the CEO meant events like this were the only times people really interacted with him on a personal level. Besides the fact that he was naturally quiet, he was normally in his office with Annie on his mind.
"You ready to see her," the younger twin cackled, looking at the way his brother's jaw twitched, eyebrows shooting up less than a millimeter. Elijah didn't even have to tell Elias what had happened between him and Annie. When he saw him later that day, Elijah was more tense than usual, barking orders in a way he had given up since the woman became his assistant and eased some of his high strung tendencies. And when Elias schemingly brought Annie's name into the conversation, Elijah immediately reacted: His jaw worked—like it was doing now; His eyebrows moved slightly—like they always did when Annie was the topic of conversation.
Elias had laughed at his brother then, finding it humorous, but if anyone understood the older twin, it was him.
"Calm down, nigga," he soothed, patting him on the shoulder as they walked through the main interior doors. "We gon' have a good night, and you gon' get yo' freak on or whatever."
Applause erupted as the crowd saw the pair entering. Elias smiled brightly. Elijah nodded his head at familiar faces, but his eyes were looking for one person. The room was dense with people—employees, partners, sponsors—but he only cared about finding Annie.
The crowd fanned out as Elias joined them, and that's when he finally saw her.
Annie stood near the front of the venue, hair down and in wide-swooping curls that he wanted to run his hands through, deep blue dress molded to her body like it was made for her alone, head down as she analyzed her clipboard like she was in the middle of an office and not at a party for all of the company's hard work—which included hers.
The way his favorite color hugged her curves made the man want to tear it from her body, and he found himself fighting to take a deep breath as he crossed the room to stand before her.
"You look beautiful, Ms. Laveau," he cleared his throat, startling her slightly and making her turn to him fully. Like always, the woman’s chest was barely covered; Her cleavage was far more bold in this setting. Out of the office, she took the time to make sure everything from her plush breasts to her sharp collarbone was dusted in a light layer of glitter. It attracted the man’s gaze successfully as he wondered whether that was something that required being rubbed into her skin.
His mind slipped away as he imagined Annie: wearing nothing but a sheer bra and panties, squirting glittery lotion into her delicate palms, and rubbing it into her skin with a soft moan at the feeling of it hitting her body.
He wanted so badly to touch her, to squeeze her softness, to lick that glitter off her chest, but he pushed it away, convincing himself briefly that he could behave for a few hours. Clearing his throat, shifting his stance, and straightening his tie, Elijah tore his gaze away for her body.
When their eyes met, Elijah's worries came back at full force. It felt like they were the only ones in the room, back in his office and on the verge of something reckless. He could see flashes of a few weeks ago in his head, and Annie could too.
She was just better at hiding her need.
Annie took in his attire after stepping the slightest bit closer. Elijah wore a royal blue, three-piece suit, a color similar to her dress. Every inch of it fit his body perfectly, fabric falling over his muscles like water.
"Thank you," she spoke confidently, raising her head up to meet his eyes as she straightened her posture. "You look good yourself," she complimented, biting her bottom lip as the man flexed his muscles involuntarily.
"You did a wonderful job with everything," he pointed around the room but only looking into her eyes. It was true though. Annie had ensured that every part of the event was the way it was. Everything ran through her before final approval, and they were standing within the fruits of her labor. Elijah pointed next to her hands filled with things. "You off the clock right now," he commented, tone definitive, "so you can put that clipboard and walkie-talkie away."
"I'm just makin' sure everything is in order," the woman rolled her eyes, pulling the clipboard back as he attempted to reach for it. A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth, but she saw it. It was uncharacteristic but appreciated.
"Yea, sure,” he huffed in amusement with a roll of his eyes. He nodded slowly, bringing his attention back to her body in a way that made her knees feel weak. He started to walk away and into the crowd, throwing a comment her way first. “Just make sure you leave some room for a li’l fun later.”
After thirty minutes of making sure things remained in order and as she had intended them to be, Annie decided to listen to her boss’s comments. She wanted to have a good night. She wanted fun, and that’s why her eyes kept dragging over to where the man stood.
Elijah was near the open bar, nursing a glass of whiskey as he talked numbers with someone who was hoping to do business. His arm was propped against the bartop. His posture was loose for a change, inviting but only in a way Annie could notice. He faced her, almost as if he wanted her to have her eyes on him.
And Annie waited with patience, sipping on her own glass of wine as one of her coworkers ranted about something she didn't care much about. Something about the holidays or some new lunch spot she wanted to try next week. Every now and then, Annie would hum to show she was trying her best to listen, but Elijah had all of her attention.
He was right there. So close yet so far.
She just needed him to finish his chat. To acknowledge her in some way. To meet her gaze across the room.
And her wishes were finally granted as the man departed from the bar.
His eyes locked on hers immediately, tuning everyone else out and commanding her to follow him without having to say a word. He slipped out into a random hallway, stride slow and quiet because no one was paying attention to him anyway. He moved with purpose, knowing she'd answer his call, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist.
The hallway was dark. Too dark.
Annie could barely see a thing at first. She was worried that she’d taken a wrong turn—maybe he hadn’t slipped back here—but then she saw the flicker of a lighter near the back wall of the hallway. Her eyes finally adjusted to the dark as she walked toward the burning embers of the man’s cigar.
Her dress dragged against the soft carpeting under her feet, cushioning her too eager steps.
“Glad you finally let yourself stop workin’,” he growled, deep brown eyes meeting hers. The low tone of his voice warmed just beneath her skin. “Thought I was gon’ have to drag you back here myself,” he commented with a huff. Annie chuckled, holding the man’s gaze with an earned confidence.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the image of that in her mind: Elijah throwing her over his shoulder and muttering punishing words into her ear.
“I go where I want to, Mr. Moore,” she resigned otherwise, her tantalizing professionalism swirling around the two of them. The truth behind her words caused him to laugh deep in his gut.
He stepped forward, pushing off of the wall where he’d found home.
“Glad to know you want this like I do,” he admitted, voice cracking with a sweetness he wasn’t used to yet, but he didn’t back away from it. He let the heavy honestly settle in the air. He took a pull off his cigar, turning his head away from the woman as he exhaled. “What a hit?” The question was intimate. The hallway was dense with smoke, curling around their mix of lust and truth.
Annie brought the cigar to her face. She wrapped her glossed lips around it, staining the dark brown tobacco leaf in a way Elijah found beautiful and sexy all at once. Inhaling, she maintained their eye contact. She didn’t waver. Barely blinked. And as she exhaled, she did it right in his face.
“We gon’ fuck in this hallway or not, Mr. Moore,” she asked before taking another pull. Her nails looked too good holding the cigar. Her lips wrapped too easily around it. Elijah’s body heated quickly with desire as she continued to speak, her eyes lowering as the smoke warmed her from the inside. “‘Cause I been waitin’ too long to have you in my mouth again.” She giggled at the flash in his eyes. Stepping closer, her chest pushing against his, Annie moved to put the cigar on the tray in his hand. “I think I want my bonus in the form of your body against mine, sir.”
That was all the man needed to hear before he was moving fast, sitting the ashing cigar and tray on the floor, turning her around, and pushing her chest into the wall.
“The way you move around my office like you own it,” he commented gruffly, fumbling with the fabric of her dress as he engulfed her neck with kisses, “you been doin’ that shit on purpose?” He didn’t need an answer. The clarity came from the way her ass pushed against his pelvis, searching for his swollen dick beneath the fabric.
“Always,” she giggled, looking at him over her shoulder. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth teasingly. His hands were on her ass under the dress, tugging at her panties, but there was still restraint between his eyebrows. “We don’t have long,” she reminded, turning her body just the slightest bit away from the wall. The shift was small, but it had a grand effect on the energy in the lust-clouded hallway.
Annie’s chest flashed at her boss, glittered titties shining in his eyes. He couldn’t help himself but to fall in line with what her body was screaming. He wasn’t drifting into a daydream any longer because his fantasy was playing out right in his midst.
Baring his teeth, Elijah turned the woman to face him forcefully, causing a gust of air to escape Annie’s lungs as she giggled. He shoved the top of her dress down, pulling the thin sleeves over her shoulders along with her bra straps.
“Elijah,” she gasped, holding the back of the man’s head as he dove into her chest, tasting every bit of her dark skin. He growled uncontrollably at how the taste of her and the sound of his first name sent a litany of pleasure through his body.
All he wanted was to hear her moan his name, to fuck her titties and have her crying out for more.
He sucked her nipples like it was his job, and he’d just clocked in. He started fast, overtaken by greed from the way the glitter dazzled in his eyes, but as he slowed down, he realized he could pull more moans and whimpers from her.
He dragged his tongue over her left nipple, holding her breasts up to his mouth, pushing her back into the wall, and hunching over to get his fill. Annie shivered each time Elijah breathed real deep, crying out for more, hips fighting to stay still. One hand remained behind his head, holding his neck as her fingers toyed with his hair, nails scratching along his skin. The other hand held one of her titties up to his greedy mouth, feeding him.
Annie’s boss looked up into her eyes as he sucked hard. His pupils were large, eyes wet as he devoured her like she was his first meal in days. If you’d told her months ago that she’d end up in the position, it would take some real convincing for her to believe it.
Elijah Moore was demure. Quiet. Reserved.
But there in the hallway—where anyone could see—he was anything but that.
Here, he was ravenous. Loud with his groans of praise. Liberated as he swallowed the honeyed taste of her.
His eyes darkened as she moaned his name again, and he halted his greedy mouth.
“I’m gettin’ what I want this time around,” he demanded, looking into her eyes as his rough hands remained tethered to her chest. His tone was dense. Cadence slow and shattering.
The feeling of his thumbs working over her swollen, wet peaks did just as much to her body as his mouth had. Annie’s head landed against the wall at the slower pace of it all. Her chest heaved from her enjoyment.
“Mr. Moore,” she moaned, fingers tangling in the lapels of his suit.
“What you want from me, Ms. Laveau,” he grumbled against her pulse point, voice dipping into a chuckle he didn’t fight to let out. He rested his head against her shoulder, breathing in her scent, feeling her heart thump hard inside her body.
“I want you to stop actin’ like we have all night,” she fought, pulling him impossibly closer. She looked down at her watch, rolling her eyes at the face of it. “Speeches start in thirty minutes,” she added, remembering her strict itinerary for the event, “and I need you to not look like you been face deep in my dress.”
“So bossy,” he laughed deeply, pulling his hands away from her breasts. His gaze met hers again, and laughing at the serious face she wore, Elijah began to drag her dress up over her thighs.
“You know I like efficiency,” she remarked, breath picking up as his rough fingers met newly freed skin.
“Even in this,” he questioned, throwing her a look she didn’t know how to answer to just yet. "Even here?" She’d be lying if she said yes. If she said no, it wouldn’t be completely true either. She liked things done with order—logical, precise, and practical. She knew the risks associated with fucking her boss. It wasn’t practical, and it made no sense, but she wanted it anyway. She was also well aware of where they were: in the middle of a dark hallway with her chest exposed at the company’s anniversary party. It wasn’t logical, but she couldn’t fight the need to give in.
She just wanted her boss to give her whatever he wanted—however he wanted. Anything beyond that was none of her concern.
Instead of telling the truth of what she felt, Annie pulled the man into a kiss. Her nails clawed at his jaw, her fingertips dented his dimples. The pair moved violent and erratic, grabbing at each other like they were scared the other would disappear.
Elijah successfully brought the woman’s dress up her body, settling it at her hips as he struggled with his own pants. The sound of his belt buckle reverberated through the hallway, making the woman gasp against his mouth before he even managed to pull himself out of his pants.
“Ain’t even got the chance to feel you yet, and I already know you finna wreck my mind,” her boss cooed against her skin. His voice had turned into something sweet that neither of them could deny any longer.
Annie’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing his head back to her neck as he stroked his dick and breathed her in. He needed to settle his heart before he ended up falling into her harder than he expected he would. They had developed something too close, too sweet, but there was no turning back now.
Annie pulled her panties to the side, hooking one leg up over Elijah’s thigh as he began to tease her folds.
“Shit,” she breathed, holding on as they both shivered. “You got me so wet.”
“Mhm,” he nodded into her.
The man sank in little by little. The first inch caught them both off guard. The pressure was intense but the feeling of them connecting—raw and passionate—made them press forward for more.
Annie’s head stayed glued to the wall, face toward the ceiling as Elijah set a steady pace—not too quick, and nowhere near too slow. He took her through there, groaning in her ear about how good she felt, about how he wanted as much of her as she wanted to give.
“You feelin’ good,” he asked, wanting to double check, always wanting to ensure she was ok.
“Yes, sir,” she cried, beginning to rock against his body, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Her warmth was making him feel dizzy. The way she hiccuped with each stroke made him go harder. The CEO brought his attention back to her chest, seeking out any opportunity to give her the most pleasure possible.
“God,” Annie groaned, watching as the man returned to his post, mouth on her stiff peaks, eyes on hers. “Just like that, Elijah,” she encouraged. His stroke quickened, and he grumbled from deep in his throat. Annie’s nails were back in his hair, tugging him the slightest bit away so she could see his eyes better. So she could see his tongue work.
“Say that shit again,” he demanded, hands on her ass and pulling her down onto him.
“Elijah, baby,” she whimpered, finding it hard to keep up the eye contact. She felt exposed in a way she could only experience him. The feeling of his eyes on her in the office is what she felt now, but absolute ruin was added into the equation. She moaned his name like it was the only word she knew, and he responded with a faster pace.
They didn’t have long.
People would notice them gone.
Elias was probably looking around the room in search of his brother.
But they tuned all those thoughts out.
The only thing that mattered was each other. The way Annie was moaning. The way Elijah’s eyebrows were scrunched up as he devoured her body.
His hips snapped, following the higher pitch in her voice. Their limbs were tangled, bodies desperate for the other.
When the woman’s climax approached, it was quick, forcing her back to arch into him and her hips to stop the rutting she’d been doing. Elijah listened, easing her through it as his own body fought to hang on.
When they came, they came together. Annie was quiet, face locked up in her pleasure, eyes screwed shut. Unable to move, speak, or moan, Annie allowed the effects to wash over her, delight melting into her skin. Elijah was the opposite. Where Annie was quiet, he was loud, moaning without restriction because it just felt that damn good. Where Annie was still, Elijah was unable to stop moving, pelvis still rocking into hers as he brought both of them down from the high.
The hallway returned to quiet, the sounds of laughter and music from the main room of the venue wafted around them. They were both stilled, Elijah still tucked inside of her as they breathed each other in.
It was a feeling neither of them were used to, a calm they hadn't expected to feel. Not like this. Not tangled together against a wall. Not at a party for a company they both belonged to. Not as a boss and his assistant.
They took it all in. Quietly.
Then when it was time, Annie was the first to speak.
"We should be gettin' back," she murmured unconvincingly. Her hands still clung to his broad shoulders, not ready to let go but knowing it was inevitable. "You have to do your speech soon," the assistant reminded, forcing a groan from Elijah. His face was rested in her neck. His lips were pressed against her pulse. He had no intention of moving, but he knew it was necessary.
They parted with a sharp hiss. Annie's hip ached from where her leg had been hoisted up over his, and the emptiness she felt made her crave more of him already. Adjusting himself, Elijah watched as Annie fixed her dress, pulling a compact from her handbag to fix her makeup.
“I wanna see that glitter on you in the office from now on,” he decided, leaving no room for objection. Annie grinned slyly, looking up at the man through her eyelashes.
“You won’t end up gettin’ any work done, Mr. Moore,” she attested, knowing how much truth was in her words. Her breath caught as the man moved to stand in front of her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The way he easily made her flustered pissed her off, but she let it happen anyway, face heating up below the surface as he looked over her body like he couldn't wait to ruin her again.
He spoke low, the vow crawling up the back of his throat, coaxing a moan from the back of Annie's. It was definitive, a tone the CEO reserved only for business.
And Annie was his now.
“I’m tryna put work in another way,” he insisted, and Annie just nodded, biting her bottom lip to remind herself that they had somewhere to be.
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a/n: 9,500 words! i hope y'all enjoyedddd! talk to me!
Nigerian (Igbo; don't ask which state I'm sorry😭) Adora from She ra and the Princesses of Power because why not. And the last image was the original look that I started but decided to not slack on the necklace and added the necklace and a few extra here and there's. ^^✨🇳🇬
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