If I Can’t Have Him, No One Will

Office Visitor

An hour after reaching his office desk, a gift is sent to Ben by an unknown person.

He stared at the package on his desk, curiosity gnawing at him. Who could have sent this? The lack of a name or note only deepened the mystery. Was it a colleague playing a prank, or perhaps someone from his past trying to reconnect? As he weighed the possibilities, excitement mingled with apprehension—he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected gift might change his day in ways he hadn't anticipated.

He examined the mysterious gift on his desk, a sense of intrigue growing. Could it be from his wife? She loved surprising him. He pulled out his phone, ready to call her, his mind racing with possibilities. What if it was something meaningful? As he dialed, a mix of excitement and uncertainty flooded him—he hoped she’d reveal the secret behind this unexpected gesture.

With multiple calls, Simbiana didn't pick up the calls.

3 HOURS LATER AFTER RECEIVING THE GIFT

Camila glided into the office with a confident sway, her heels clicking softly against the floor. With a playful smile, she leaned against the doorframe, letting her gaze linger on him. Her presence filled the room, and she took her time, moving closer with an air of casual intimacy, every step deliberate and enticing.

“Hi Handsome” she greeted him

Ben is so pleased to see Camila.

As they sit together, she takes a deep breath, her heart racing. “I have to confess something,” she says, a hint of excitement in her voice. “The mysterious gift you received? That was from me. I wanted to surprise you and see how you’d react.” Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, waiting for his response.

As he held the mysterious gift in his hands, a mix of curiosity and excitement washed over him. He couldn’t help but smile, wondering who had thought of him in such a special way. The element of surprise ignited his imagination, making him feel appreciated and cherished. For a moment, he felt like anything was possible, and that thought alone filled him with warmth.

In the quiet of a late afternoon, Camila found herself alone in the office with her crush, Ben. The dim lighting cast a warm glow, and the hum of the city outside faded into the background. As she playfully leaned over his desk to point out a project detail, she could feel the electricity between them. With a teasing smile, she brushed her hand against his, her heart racing. It was the perfect moment to delve into a light-hearted conversation, hinting at her feelings and inviting him to share his thoughts. The ultimate question hung in the air: would he leap with her?

Ben and Camila found themselves drawn together as the workday ended. The tension had been building for weeks, and now, with the door closed and the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating their faces, it felt electric. As Ben leaned closer, Camila could feel her heart racing. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and, with a daring look in his eyes, pulled her gently toward him. Their lips met in a heated kiss, the world outside fading away as they surrendered to the moment, ready to explore their connection further.

He professes affection while he glamours her body and whispers to her ears, pulling apart her undies and making love and clothes disperse in the office room.

Shock stung her into a quivering mass of pleasure when he captured one of her hands and fed it down to the velvet-smooth thickness of his p***s, then urged her to stroke it between her legs.

“ I slid my thigh between her warm ones. Damp heat ground into my muscle as she clamped down and rolled her hips with a small helpless groan.

"That feel good, honey?" She was mostly shadows, and I itched to turn on a lamp so I could see her properly. But that would mean stopping, and I wasn't willing to let her go. I relied on touch, running my fingers along her arm, up to her neck, where sweat dewed on her skin. "You like riding my thigh?"

"Yes. Yes." That word again. Best word ever.

Her lips tickled mine as she panted, her sweet s*x working in a little circle. I cupped her cheek and ate at her mouth as she took her pleasure. I'd been wanting to give it to her for so long. So f*****g long. Her hands found my chest and slid down, mapping their way along my torso. It was nothing in the scheme of things, but that simple exploration, the way she whimpered and gasped into my mouth, sent licks of heat over my skin. When her slim hand reached my c**k and squeezed me through the barrier of my boxers, a groan tore from me. I shuddered, so close to coming from a furtive grope in the dark it would almost be funny if I weren't so worked up. "Take it out," I rasped, flexing my thigh, knowing she'd feel it. I needed her hand on my bare skin. "Please. "Deftly she stole beneath the waistband and wrapped her fingers around my needy d**k, giving it a firm tug. Then I was the one whimpering and gasping, f*****g into the clasp of her hand because it felt so good. Sweet relief, hot pleasure.

I leaned back against him, my hair splayed out across his hard chest, my head resting on his shoulder, my throat exposed.

"You feel so good," he said, his breath hot on my neck.

It was pornographic, the scene we made. Me with my knees up close to my chest, my legs spread, his fingers still working on me. Somehow the fact that he was still wearing his jeans, that I could only see the outline of his knuckles through the thin cotton of my underwear, only made it feel more so. But it was a vulnerable position, too, the way I was so open to him, the rasp of his voice in my ear. When I came it was so sudden it surprised me, my body clenching around his hand even as I grabbed his wrist, holding him there until the last of the aftershocks rippled through my body.

Finally, his hand skated back up over me, leaving a streak of wetness on my n****e from where he'd been inside me. I watched Sam's profile from under my lashes. The way his mouth parted as he rubbed that wet n****e with his thumb, the way he bit down on his lower lip.