South Asian Girl Pounded by Mediterranean Boss

So I ended up in this whole thing with my South Asian boss dynamic flipping completely upside down, and honestly it started like any other late night at the office—I was the ambitious one, always staying behind to prove myself, and he was the Mediterranean boss who had this way of looking at me that made my skin prickle, you know that kind of intense stare that lingers just a beat too long, and I remember the exact moment the air changed, we were going over some quarterly reports and he came around to my side of the desk to point something out on my screen, his chest brushing against my shoulder, and I could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of his sweat from the long day, and instead of pulling away I leaned into it, and he caught on quick, his hand sliding from the mouse to my wrist, tracing a slow circle before he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze, and I whispered something lame about professionalism but neither of us believed it, next thing I knew he was pulling my chair back and kneeling in front of me, his hands running up my thighs under my pencil skirt, and there was this raw mix of power and surrender that made my head spin—he wasn’t just my boss in that moment, he was this force taking charge, commanding every inch of my attention as he pressed me back against the desk, my papers scattering everywhere, and when he pushed inside me it was like all those weeks of stolen glances and borderline comments finally snapped into place, his grip tight on my hips, his breath hot on my neck as he told me to take it, to not hold back, and I remember the sting of the desk edge digging into my lower back while his rhythm got rougher, more possessive, like he was claiming every bit of the tension we’d built, and I could hear my own moans bouncing off the empty office walls, feeling this overwhelming mix of shame and thrill as he finished with this guttural groan that vibrated through me, and afterward we just stayed there tangled up, him whispering that we shouldn’t have done that but his hands still roaming, and I knew right then that this was only the beginning.