Matt's POV
The sky outside my office window had dimmed into that golden blur between evening and night. The city lights were flickering to life in the distance, casting a quiet glow against the darkening glass. I loosened my tie with one hand, the other stacking the final few papers I'd need to review at home.
The office was quieter now, almost empty except for the low humming of printers, the muffled shuffle of cleaning staff, and the sound of my own breathing. It had been a long, grating day.
My thoughts wandered, more than I liked to admit, to Racheal. The way she looked at Dylan, the way Dylan looked at her. The way the whole thing bothered me in a way I couldn't justify. But that wasn't what I needed to be thinking about right now. Just as I reached for my briefcase, there was a soft knock on my office door.
I didn't look up.
"Come in," I said, my voice tired.
When the door opened and closed again without a word, I finally looked up. Then I froze.
There she was, Zoe Carter.
My lips parted slightly, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat. She stood there like a vision, silhouetted in the faint glow of the hallway light behind her. Long legs wrapped in tight black jeans, her leather jacket thrown over a crisp white blouse. Her hair was tied back in that effortless model-off-duty way that only made her more impossible to look away from.
But her eyes, those sharp, honey-golden eyes, were fixed on me. And the second they crinkled with that unmistakable smirk, my heart punched through my ribs.
"Surprise," she said, stepping in.
I didn't even think, I was already walking around the desk, already pulling her into my arms.
"Zoe," I whispered against her hair, holding her tight. "You're back."
Her arms circled around me as she laughed softly. "Missed me, didn't you?"
"Like hell," I muttered.
It had been nearly two weeks since she left for Milan on a campaign shoot. We had kept our relationship under wraps, not just from the public but from Dylan, her brother, and my best friend.
It wasn't that I was ashamed. Zoe was anything but a fling. She was the first thing I'd felt in a long time. But Dylan... well, Dylan would lose his d*mn mind if he found out I'd been seeing his little sister behind his back.
Zoe pulled away slightly, her hands still on my chest. "You look tired," she said. "And moody. Which means you've been overthinking again."
I smirked. "You know me."
She gave me a knowing glance. "Rough day?"
"You could say that."
She walked over to my chair and sank into it like she owned the place, her legs crossed, her chin propped in her. "Let me guess. Dylan being his usual charming self?"
I evaded the question since I didn't wish to share with her the reason for my moody self, which was about Racheal. I did not wish for Zoe to know about her or to understand the history between us two, as she was a jealous and possessive person.
"Oh, hell. Whatever," she pouted.
I smiled at her polite cursing, instantly thinking of what words I might have uttered in her position. Then she dropped to the floor, and I found myself just standing there, watching her little *ss sway back and forth as she crawled around on the floor. My God, she looked amazing, especially on her hands and knees. That *ss was so cute and s*xy, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
The lust took over because I didn't even realize I fell down on the floor behind her. Fully clothed, I wrapped my arms around her and slipped my fingers into the crotch of her jeans. Zoe gasped and I felt her warm *ss pushing back against me, rolling against my huge erection.
Then she pulled away and turned around to look at me. We stared at each other for several moments, and then she started slowly taking off her clothes. She looked at me with an expression of pure liquid lust as I quickly followed suit, and within a few moments, our mouths were pressed together, tongues entwined as we tore at each other.
I couldn't help gasping with delight as her bra fell away and my hands and lips fell onto her incredible boobs. I stood up as I pulled her up as well.
"I want to f*ck you," I whispered. "Now."
"Sure, you don't have to ask," she sighed.
"I want to f*ck you in the *ss," I whispered.
"Mmm... okay."
I turned her over and she placed both her palms on the desk as she arched her back, pushing her *ss back at me. I spat thickly on my hands as I brought out my c*ck and covered it with saliva, mixing it with her p*ssy juices as I rubbed it on her p*ssy. I ushed a finger up into her *ss, spinning it around and ushing it from side to side as I made the passage wide. Zoe sighed and wriggled beneath my eager touch.
I gripped my wet, slippery c*ck at the base and pushed the head against her small, tight *ss. I watched with fascination as the thick head of my c*ck vanished inside Zoe's *ss and I groaned loudly, unable to contain my excitement. She bucked and my fingers slid up inside her wet p*ssy. She was pushing her *ss, grinding it and lifting it higher and higher as her tight hole swallowed more and more of my c*ck inched into her.
The hot friction turned me on incredibly. It was like my c*ck had been gripped in a hot, fleshy grasp, and I loved it. I pushed once more, hard, and Zoe yelped. I wasn't hurting her, she was moaning and pushing her *ss into me until my entire c*ck was inside her tight, hot *ss.
My skin was flushed against her cheeks, and we were both trembling in pleasure.
Zoe cried. "Yes! F*ck me, yes, f*ck me. Oh, f*ck! F*ck!"
And I did, oh. I did. I grabbed her boobs, letting my sweating body drip onto her as I f*ck*d my c*ck in and out of her gorgeously tight *ss. Her equally tight cheeks made a delectable soft slapping sound every time I thrust into her.
I felt her spasm hard around my long, searching fingers as I dug them deeper into her p*ssy, pressing against walls of her slippery, creaming holes as I f*ck*d her sweet *ss bent sideways but filling two holes at once.
And then it happened.
The door burst open without warning.
My body tensed instinctively, and Zoe turned to face me, her hands covering her boobs just as Racheal stepped into the office. Her presence cut through our intimate moment like a blade. She stood in the doorway, clutching a thick file in her hands, until she didn't.
The folders slipped from her grasp as if her fingers had simply forgotten how to hold on. Her eyes widened when she saw us having s*x. Her gaze darted from me to Zoe, then quickly away. Her expression shifted from surprise to something else. Discomfort, perhaps. Or disappointment; it was hard to tell.
"I—sorry," she stammered, her voice unsteady. "I thought you'd left, I just wanted to drop these off... I didn't mean to interrupt."
She didn't look at me when she said it. In fact, she didn't look at either of us again. She bent down, quickly gathering the scattered documents. She was trying to pretend she wasn't affected by what she'd just walked into.
Zoe remained silent, watching Racheal, but she didn't say a word, which in some ways made the air even heavier.
"I'm done with the files," Racheal added quietly as she placed them on the floor, stacked as neatly as she could manage. Her fingers lingered a second longer than necessary on the edge of the top sheet, and I noticed her knuckles had gone pale.
Then she stood.
Still not meeting my eyes.
"I'll leave you to it."
And just like that, she turned on her heel and left, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft but definitive click.
Silence returned.
Zoe let out a breath first, slow and deliberate. "Well," she murmured, arching a brow, "that was dramatic."
She moved away from me and picked up her clothes. I didn't say anything right away, I turned to put my clothes on.
"She didn't mean to walk in," I said, almost to myself.
Zoe's mouth curved into a sly smile. "No, but she definitely didn't like what she saw."
I shot her a look, not angry but edged with something sharer. "Don't."
She raised both hands slightly, mock-innocent. "Hey, I'm just observing."
After I finished dressing, I walked over to the fallen and picked it up from the floor. The edges were slightly crumpled from the fall, I smoothed them out with a slow hand.
"She's a new hire," I said, not really sure why I was explaining myself.
Zoe stayed quiet.
"She's sharp, she knows better than to barge into my office like that."
"She still wouldn't."
I walked over to my desk and dropped the files.
"Come, let's leave."