Cassie was out of breath by the time she burst into Steven’s office on the top floor of the old, creaky building. Her pulse was racing and her face was still flushed from her orgasm, as well as the four flights of stairs.

“My god woman you look so damn sexy, how do you do that?”

“Hmmm, well that would be telling.”

“Come here,” he beckoned with one finger as a mischievous grin spread across the whole of his face.

Cassie walked around his desk and he pulled her into his lap and kissed her hard on the lips. She pulled away gasping for air and giggling at the same time.

So this is your office is it? Not half as fancy as I’d imagined,” she glanced around the large room full of dusty boxes overflowing with flyers and posters galore.

It actually looked more like an old newsroom or a 1950’s printer’s office: there was musical propaganda everywhere. Dark old furniture that looked like it had seen better days and old metal filing cabinets lined the walls, piled high with more boxes and papers. There were even posters from productions that had existed years before she was even born.

The pictures on the wall were fascinating. Steven was looking down at her from at least 60 different sized frames, standing beside a famous actor or actress. Cassie was in absolute awe, but she kept that to herself.

“This is my office here, not much chance of a flashy office in an old theatre. One day I’ll take you to my office in the city, my real office. That should leave you suitably impressed beautiful lady.”

He leaned in and kissed her again. She was crackling with sexual tension; he’d had an erection since she had first stepped through his door. Everything about this woman made him tingle with excitement, he didn’t remember anyone having made him feel this way before.



Steven stood up lifting her from his lap and perching her on the edge of his desk without taking his lips off hers.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered into her hair, inhaling the intoxicating smell of her skin. And he meant it.

He continued to place little kisses around her face and neck while running his hands up the inside of her thighs. His hands stopped still when he reached her sex, and he pulled back to look at her.

“Jesus Cass, your leggings are soaked baby, do I make you this Hot?”

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