Zora left her silent office and beelined for the elevator that was at the very end of an extensive hallway. Except for the humming of the many lights over her head, the space was quiet. As usual, she was the last person to leave work, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The clicking of her heels on the tiles reminded her that she'd forgotten to change into her sandals. Not wanting to go back, she rolled her eyes at the heels and unhurriedly adjusted the strap of her laptop bag and switched the stack of files to her other hand.

Although she'd had a long and exhausting day, Zora was in no hurry to get home. Daniel had made it perfectly clear this morning that he'd rather stay at his mother's house than listen to her speak about her boring day. His loss, because her day had been fantastic!

What he didn’t know was that she knew he was at the apartment of his mistress, Ingrid Teal. She'd known about them for quite some time. Even Zora had to admit that Ingrid was a fine choice.

She'd never felt the pain of his infidelity because the love was never there to begin with. But in its place, she'd become a better her and continued to have affairs of her own.

Glancing over the mountain of paperwork that she'd embraced, Zora placed her chin on the files and reached out a hand to press the silver elevator button.

But before the doors could be parted, she felt it. That knowing feeling you get when someone was watching. She slowly spun around but saw nothing. Yet, goosebumps caressed her soft skin.

She pressed the button several times and prayed for it to open. Someone was watching her, and she knew who it was. It was only a matter of time before he announced himself. He enjoyed playing this cat-and-mouse game with her.

He was stealthy and knew how to make himself invisible in plain sight, thanks to his training in the military.

When the elevator finally arrived, she balanced the straps again and stepped inside.

“Let me help you with that," his voice said from behind her, and she almost dropped the files.

"Holy fuck! You almost scared me to death!"

"That was never my intention, Zora. My apologies." He took the files from her hands without another word, then pressed the button as if the files weighed nothing.

Cooper Archer. The bane of her existence. He was also her private investigator. His father, Cooper Archer II, had held the contract with them for thirty years. But two years ago, he'd retired, leaving his twenty-nine-year-old son as his successor.

Standing at six-nine, Cooper was the epitome of every woman’s sexual desire, and he knew it. His hair had long since passed its time to visit the barber, but for some reason, his facial hair was groomed!

He knew exactly what his presence did to the women and some men in this building, but this charmer ignored them all and gave one woman his undivided attention. Her!

To the best of her knowledge, his desire for her started about a year ago, at her yearly company retreat. His lingering glances she ignored. The unnecessary conversations she shot down. The gifts she never opened. Then, one day a few months ago, as she poured a cup of coffee, he entered her office to drop off a file that she'd been waiting on for two weeks.

One minute he was beside her desk relaying a message sent from his father, and the next, he was beside her adding cream to her coffee, and they were conversing as if they were long lost friends.

“You smell incredible, Zora. What is that scent? Burberry Goddess?” he whispered and delicately pressed his lips on her bare shoulder.

When he pulled her against his erection, a gasp escaped her lips, and she found herself leaning against his chest. It was there she should have stopped him. Instead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him rubbing on her derriere.

His warm breath on her skin interrupted her straying thoughts, "I want to be the reason you touch yourself at two AM, Zora," then he was out the door. The breath she never knew she held caught in her throat as she gripped the cup.

The coffee was long forgotten as she felt her skin burn where his mouth had lingered. His words had burnt a hole in her memory for hours.

As she lay in bed alone that night, she tossed and turned, her thoughts still on Cooper. Daniel was out of town on yet another one of his "business trips."

Without thinking, she removed her panties, lubricated two of her fingers, and ever so slowly opened her legs and did as he'd suggested at exactly two AM. Which brings her back to the elevator.

She should have known that Cooper wouldn’t give up that easily. He wasn't the type.

As if he'd read her mind, he turned and watched her for a second, then smiled. "Did you have fun last night?"

Zora gasped and took a few steps back until her body touched the cold materiel. And yet she held her breath.

"Damn it, Zora, exhale! I would not be the reason you die tonight."

It was only then that she exhaled and took a couple of deep breaths.

Why was this elevator taking so long to get to the parking lot? Instead of stabbing her finger repeatedly on the button like her intuition begged her to, she clamped her legs together and bit the inside of her mouth.

“Oh, and by the way, good morning, Boss,” he said in that smooth-as-butter voice.

Finding herself again, she tilted her head and lifted her eyebrow. Cooper chuckled and glanced at his wristwatch, “It is after midnight, my dear,” he reminded her.

She cleared her throat and glared at him, only to find his focus never wavered, “Do I need to remind you again that we are just colleagues, Mr. Archer?”

The corners of his mouth turned up as his eyes blazed with unbridled desire, “So we’re back on a last name basis, Zora?”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, yet not a sound emerged.

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Two days later was her forty-fifth birthday. Her family and colleagues had all bought some amazing gifts and wished her a happy birthday. But her husband? Nothing. Not even a kiss. Although she'd expected it, she was still disappointed.

After the discussion that they’d had three months ago, she thought that he’d remember. But as usual, he’d forgotten. Zora needed to get out of the house because eventually, she knew he'd find something, anything to make an argument.

So, she packed a fruit basket, then went to the bathroom. As she existed, he cornered her and demanded to know where she was going dressed like that and who she was meeting.

Zora’s eyebrows snapped together, and she glared at him. Then, she pushed past him and grabbed her handbag. She ignored his startled expression and kept on walking until she sat in her vehicle. Her dress was flashy. Just a simple emerald green floral printed dress with a deep V-neck line. She'd paired it with cream sandals, and she'd worn three gold chains.

An hour later, she was parked in the garage at work. Before she’d had a moment to exit the vehicle, he called. Against her better judgment, she picked up and immediately regretted it.

Zora didn’t know how long she’d sat there staring into space after the call ended, but the next thing she knew, Cooper was there, standing beside her car. In a daze, she watched him open her door, unlock the seatbelt, and scoop her into his arms, giving her a moment of comfort that she hadn’t felt in years.

He hugged her body while the other hand smoothed her curly, bronze hair as if she were his child, and he whispered, "It's ok," over and over until she’d stopped shaking.

When he released her, he took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and gently dabbed her eyes. Careful not to ruin her makeup.

"What are you doing here? Are you following me?" She held her breath and waited on his reply.

He didn't seem offended by her question. In fact, he looked amused. "I can't tell you that, Zora. It's confidential."

She squinted her eyes at him and then cleared her throat. “Anyway. I’m sorry that you had to witness me at my worst. Or overheard that conversation,” she muttered and took his handkerchief to wipe the area where her tears had made a wet spot. Thank God her makeup was waterproof.

“We’re all human, aren’t we? So, think nothing of it.”

Zora looked at Cooper, really looked at him, and smiled. “Your parents must be so proud to call you their child,” she praised, resting her hands on his chest.

“I’m sure hearing it again wouldn’t hurt them,” he replied and smiled, never taking his eyes off her.

A sudden gust of wind blew, and she shuddered. The protector that he was, he pulled her against him and briskly rubbed her arms.

“A dress is the wrong garment for this windy weather, Zora,” he reprimanded and continued to share his warmth.

But she didn’t reply. Instead, she pushed her body against his and rubbed her cheeks on his shirt. He smelt delicious. Then she looked up at him and licked her lips, about to say something. Zora watched as his eyes followed her tongue and felt his arms tighten around her.

The tension sizzled between them. Not only had his arms tighten but his breathing had also escalated. At the back of her mind, she was thinking that this needed to stop, but she didn't want it to. In the end, she made a decision and took a step back.

“Thank you again Mr Archer. But I must be going. I've got a lot of paperwork that needs to be completed.”

“Anytime,” he replied and took a step back.

Zora didn't know why she did it, but it happened. She reached up onto her toes and kissed his cheek, but missed, and their lips collided. A second later, his lips moved, and he returned her kiss.

It wasn’t the pecks that Daniel used to give her either. No, no, no. It was that wet, noisy kiss that made her heart beat triple time and made her pussy thump. Their height difference made it all the more worthwhile.

“I love the taste of your lips on mine,” he said between kisses and pulled her even closer. “Do you know how many times I’ve envisioned kissing you, baby?” he admitted.

Before she knew it, his lips were on her neck, and she was grabbing his nape to pull him nearer. The sounds of their moans ricocheted in the car park as they found refuge in each other’s arms.

With the agility of a cat, Cooper spun her around, pushed her against the vehicle, and trailed kisses along her body.

“Oh, fuck, Cooper, don't stop,” Zora muttered when she found her voice.

Unable to support her weight, her legs wobbled as she reached behind her and gripped his pants for support. But nothing could prepare her for what he did next.

Dropping to his knees, Cooper removed her underwear and pocketed it. The next thing she knew, his hot tongue was on her asshole, and she was bent over, touching her toes as he lapped her wet pussy. This man had her screaming his name for what felt like hours.

Breathless, he stood and pulled her into a kiss. "I need more of you, Zora. So much more," he whispered when they came up for air. “Can you feel what you do to me, baby? I’m putty in your hands,” he muttered and placed her hands on his erection.

She took his lead, unzipped his pants, and without a second thought, squatted and licked his dick from his balls to the crown.

"Mmm, fuck, your mouth feels amazing," he groaned. "Don't stop. Right there, baby. You're gonna make me cum."

She chuckled and took him in deeper and deeper, until her lips connected with the base. God, he tasted and smelt like she could do this forever.

"My pussy is so wet right now, Cooper. Wet and pulsing," she admitted, then continued to suck him.

"I need to be inside you, Zora."

She removed his dick from her mouth and bit her lips.

"Your eyes are saying yes. Now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

Zora stood on wobbly legs and opened the back door. "Yes. Get in."

He climbed in and slinked his arm around her waist, and she straddled him a second later. When she slid down his dick, both of their breaths hitched. His from her tightness and hers from finally feeling full.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, while he sank his fingers into her hips, and they moved in tandem. Zora squeezed her pussy walls and rode him. Each time she felt him getting harder and harder, and she loved it. She rode him until her thighs burned as he thrust into her mercilessly.

Never had she felt this way. Ever. One minute, she was hot and seeing stars, and the next, he was talking her through her fifth orgasm.

"Cooper, oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cummingggg," she screamed, and gripped his shoulders, riding him faster as they watched his dick go in and out together.

"Fuck, you're taking me like a good girl, Zora. Such a good girl. Say my name like you mean it, baby. And don't hide your moans, I want the world to hear your beautiful cries. Cries that only I can summon."

She was past caring who heard or who saw them as she screamed.

"FUCK ME HARDER, COOPER. FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG DICK. OH FUCKKKK! I want you to fuck me until my body shakes and my throat is sore."

He looked at her and smiled, "Now that's better, because I want you to remember tonight."

He switched position, and before she knew it, she was on her back.

"I need you to open those beautiful legs wider for me because I'm nowhere near finished with you. I'm going to fuck that attitude right out of you."

And that's exactly what he did to her for the next fifteen minutes. Her throat was sore, and her legs felt like they didn't have bones. Even better, she couldn't speak. He'd reduced her to murmurs and moans.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered while he rolled his hips and left his mark on her neck. A mark she'd discover hours later as she was fucked in front of a mirror.

"I can't," was all she could mumble as she took his every thrust.

"Exactly. Knees. Now!"

Zora didn't have a chance to brace herself because the moment she opened her mouth, he was shooting his cum down her throat.

"Shhh," he whispered, "take it all. You deserve it for being a good girl."

This man made her feel compelled to do as he wished, something no one has ever been able to do. Zora took every drop of what he offered and smiled. But he wasn't done.

"Turn around, I'm not done with you," he said and kissed her lips.

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The next morning, through the fuzziness of sleep, she felt the penetration of a tongue so deep between her legs, her soul shook.

"Mmmm. Oh, Cooper." With her eyes begging for more and her honey dripping on his tongue, Zora knew she'd found her peace. A peace they both had been searching for.