[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 360: Naughty in the Office

~Zayn’s POV~

I smirked, tilting my head. "And what’s wrong with them knowing my man is making love to ?"

"It’s work hours, Zayn."

"Then co work on ."

A dark, playful smirk tugged at his lips. "You’ve beco incredibly naughty lately."

"You love it, don’t you?"

"I’m certainly not complaining," he admitted.

Before he could change his mind, I rose and circled the desk, slipping between his legs. I took his hands away from the papers and leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a deep, consuming kiss that carried both desire and affection.

Evric pulled back from the kiss just enough to grab the intercom. His voice lowered into a firm, commanding growl. "Jas, listen carefully. I’m occupied. No files, no interruptions, no one enters my office until I say so. Got it?"

"Understood, sir," ca the muffled reply.

The click of the intercom was the last thing I registered before Evric’s hands gripped my waist, pulling close. The files lay abandoned, strewn across the desk, as the sharp professionalism of the office lted away, leaving only silk, skin, and the magnetic heat of a man who was entirely mine.

Our tongues tangled in a hot, desperate dance. The kiss was deep and frantic, our breaths hitching as the friction between us spiked. I could feel his hardness pressing urgently against , a silent testant to how much he wanted .

Evric’s fingers worked quickly, fumbling with my remaining buttons until my shirt fell open.

He trailed a path of fire down my neck and across my chest with his lips, finally capturing my nipple in his mouth.

A sharp moan escaped , echoing against the office walls. Evric instinctively moved his hand to cover my mouth to muffle the sound, but I pulled his hand away, wanting him to hear every sound he pulled out of .

He groaned, his suction intensifying until my toes curled, the pleasure so sharp it was irresistible.

With shaking hands, I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a hurried clatter.

I made quick work of his trousers, finally freeing his length from his silk boxers. Evric did the sa for , his eyes dark with a primal hunger.

Our hands found each other at the sa ti, fingers wrapping around our lengths, stroking in a synchronized, punishing rhythm. Pre-cum leaked, coating our palms as we leaned into each other, breathing the sa air, our bodies trembling with the sheer intensity of the buildup.

We kept kissing, our mouths never parting for more than a second as we worked each other toward the edge. Finally, the tension snapped. We both ca hard, a ssy, shattering release that left us gasping.

In a mont of raw, intoxicated intimacy, we tasted each other, sharing the salt and heat of our climax until we were both slumped against each other, hearts hamring in unison.

Evric let out a long breath, likely thinking we were done, but the fire in hadn’t been fully extinguished. I stood up on shaky legs, turned around, and gripped the edge of his mahogany desk, leaning forward. I hooked my fingers into my trousers and pulled them down, exposing myself to him in a clear invitation.

"Zayn," he rasped, his voice thick and uncertain. "Are you sure, babe? Here?"

"Please," I whispered, looking back at him over my shoulder with hooded eyes. "I want you inside . Right now."

Evric didn’t need another word. He stood up, shucking his trousers completely, his shirt still partially tucked in, giving him a look of disheveled power.

He moved behind , his hand coming down to rest on the entrance of my back. He used his fingers to prep , his touch firm and knowledgeable, making whimper against the wood of the desk.

He leaned down, slicking himself before he guided his length to my entrance. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed inside. I let out a choked moan, my fingers clawing at the desk as I felt him stretching , filling completely. He didn’t stop until he was buried deep, his chest heaving against my back.

"Fuck, babe," he growled into my ear, his hips beginning to move in a slow, possessive grind that made my knees buckle.

"Don’t stop," I pleaded, my head falling back against his shoulder as I lost myself in the rhythm. "Please, Daddy... make cry for it. Make beg for more."

The force of his thrusts was relentless, each one driving so deep it felt like he was touching my very core. Heat and pressure consud , and with every movent, it was as if he were claiming every part of , leaving nothing untouched, nothing unclaid.

"You’re mine, Zayn," he gasped, his voice a raw, primal rasp. "Rember this. Rember that I’m the only one who can take you like this."

He gripped my hips with both hands, his fingers bruising my skin as the sound of our bodies colliding, a rhythmic, wet slap, echoed loudly throughout the silent office. I was a ss of moans and pleas, one hand white-knuckled against the mahogany desk while the other reached down to stroke my own aching length in ti with his movents.

Suddenly, with one smooth, powerful motion, Evric swept the remaining files off the desk. He turned around to face him, lifting up and seating on the edge of the desk before driving back inside with a force that stole my breath. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

We stared into each other’s eyes, our gazes locked in a silent, intoxicated conversation. His hips moved with a frantic, desperate speed now. "I’m close, Zayn... I’m going to co inside you," he groaned, his neck cords straining.

"Do it," I sobbed, my head tossing back. "Empty everything inside . Please, I want all of you."

With a final, powerful thrust that felt like it reached my heart, Evric shuddered, his heat flooding into . At the sa mont, my own orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave. I trembled violently, crying out as I ca, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Kiss !" I gasped. "Evric, kiss !"

He crushed his lips to mine, swallowing my moans as our release finally settled into a thrumming, heavy afterglow. He didn’t pull out imdiately; instead, he slumped against , burying his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged.

"That was amazing, baby," he whispered, kissing my chest. "Thank you." He eventually pulled away and hugged tight, his voice a low, steady vow. "I love you so much, Zayn."

"I love you more, Evric," I replied, my voice shaky but certain.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, the world outside the office doors completely forgotten. Finally, Evric pulled back with a small smile. "We should probably clean up, love."

I reached my arms out toward him, feeling lazy and loved. "Carry ?"

He chuckled and lifted easily into his arms, carrying into his private washroom. We cleaned each other up with tender touches, the intensity of the sex replaced by a sweet, quiet intimacy. Once we were dressed and he had refreshed us both with a spray of his expensive cologne, he looked at . "What do you want to eat before the drive? I’ll order anything."

"You choose," I said, sinking back onto the sofa. "I’m too exhausted to think."

Evric made the call, then returned to his desk to finish the last of his urgent work while we waited. When the food arrived, we ate quickly, sharing quiet smiles across the table. Neither of us cared if the staff had heard us; in this room, only we existed.

Once the last file was signed, we left the office behind. We headed ho, grabbed our packed bags, and loaded them into the car. As the driver pulled away from the curb and started the long journey toward the hospital, I leaned my head on Evric’s shoulder, ready to face the storm ahead with my haven by my side.

Evric shifted slightly, resting his hand on my knee. "Did you ssage era..."