He calls his home office his cave. Not just because it sits in the basement of his house, tucked away to the patio in his backyard under his deck, but because it is the only place where he can breathe. Through the double pane glass door, he could see the warmth of sunlight dancing through the dried leaves of summer.

Upstairs, heavy footsteps drifts like a ghost through a life he no longer recognizes. In this space, though, he can work, hide, and indulge his secrets.

This morning, though, even the cave isn’t enough. Oh, how dry ideas and inspiration could be. A client’s impossible request glares at him from the screen. His coffee has gone cold. His body aches from too many sleepless nights. He rubs his eyes, wondering what will break first—his patience, or his will.

Then come a set of familiar footsteps from the open backyard. Soft, deliberate. A sound that pierces the cave’s silence and cuts through his fatigue like a blade.

She appears in one of the glass sliding doors. His neighbor. The only bright, forbidden thing in his life right now. Her black wavy hair spills over a pink cardigan, the denim shorts hug her curves. White sneakers. Vanilla perfume. She smiles, and for a moment, he forgets to breathe.

“Good morning,” she says softly with that irresistible smile. Instantly, the cave brightens even more.

She locks the sliding door and perches on the edge of his desk, setting down a small pack of chocolates. The foil rustles like a promise. “Rough day?”

His lips twitch into a hungry grin. “You have no idea.”

She slides a piece of chocolate between her delicious lips, small brown eyes glinting as she leans closer. “Want some?”

He rolls his swivel chair in front of where she sits and leans in, catching the piece from her mouth with a kiss. Their tongues meet, melting the chocolate between them until its dark sweetness slides down their throats.

“Better than coffee,” he murmurs against her lips.

Her laughter is soft but electric. She slips another piece onto her tongue and draws him closer. The chocolate smears at the corner of her mouth; he traces it with his thumb, then licks it slowly, his gaze darkening, as his other hand caresses her sun-kissed thighs.

“God, you taste sinful.”

Sinful. Just like the amount of calories that the luscious bar adds to her body.

She tugs her cardigan loose, exposing the curve of her breasts beneath her top. With deliberate mischief, she presses a square of chocolate just above her cleavage. The heat of her skin softens it; a bead of sweetness slides lower.

He lowers his mouth to her chest, licking the trail before taking the softened aphrodisiac between his teeth. She gasps at the contrast—his hot breath, the cool sweetness, his tongue tracing the path it leaves.

“Are you going to eat all the chocolates this way?” she whispers.

“Every last one.”

He hurriedly takes off his shirt, and she completely unwraps herself from her cardigan as they both giggle.

She reaches for another piece, rubbing it along her neck before swinging a leg over his lap, straddling him on the chair. He embraces her as he always desires, devouring her neck, his beard catching the sticky treat. His breath gets more ragged as she presses herself onto him, her heat and wetness making his shaft swell, and he is losing his mind. She stays still in her denim shorts, contracting in slow, teasing pulses as she moves her hips onto his throbbing cock.

But he has work to do. So reluctantly, his legs push the swivel chair as they lip-lock back in front of his monitor, fighting this crazy obsession with his sweet young neighbor.

“I don’t mean to disturb you,” she teasingly whispers as she peels the foil even more so she can smudge more of this delectable bar onto his shoulder and his neck.

The client’s urgent request is now just at the corner of his mind, as he grips the arms of his chair, forcing himself to the task at hand. Eyes on the monitor while nibbling her shoulders, he tries to move the mouse with one hand, as the other one trails her spine. He has always been a professional and he never misses a deadline. Yet, this gorgeous soul touching his skin is simply shaking his work ethic. And still, she is all he craves.

“Finish your work, babe, I will take care of you,” she whispers as she kisses and bites his neck, smudging more of this bittersweet indulgence onto his chest and licking and tasting every corner, every mole, every scar. With each lick, she feels his shaft growing harder, and so she unbuttons his denim pants, traces the man protruding beneath his boxers, and teases its head with her index finger in soft, gentle circles.

“Fuck the picture,” he growls, tossing the mouse aside.

His hands quickly unclasp her white lacy bra, cupping her soft big breasts, pushing them together, and sucking both of her nipples into his mouth. Moaning, she drops another chocolate into her cleavage, and his teeth catch it on his tongue, letting it melt right there as he pushes one breast into his mouth again and nibbles her nipple. She bites her lip because she knows she can’t moan aloud.

More excitedly, she unbuttons her denim shorts. As she tries to stand, he bites her nipple and she gasps. Another low chuckle escapes his lips. Now he lets her stand and helps her push her shorts down.

They share languid kisses even more. More of the chocolate foil scatters on the floor.

Her mind races. She has always been a good girl, but not today, just like the other days with this man. She has never felt so wanted like this. And even more now with his favorite flavor on her skin.

So her tongue follows her heart, licking the chocolate from his pecs, down his stomach, until she finds his cock, now more erect, glistening with more sweetness. She wraps her mouth around him, sucking and licking until he is coated in spit and chocolate alike, groaning as her tongue cleans him slow and rough, as the side of her breasts send tingling sensation on the hair of his legs. 

His breathing grows deeper. So, before he reaches the edge, he quickly lifts her up and bends her forward over his desktop and pulls down her lacy panties, now pooling on her feet. Papers scatter, the mouse clatters to the floor. One hand on her back, and the other onto the chocolate bar, he smears a melted piece along the curve of her ass, pressing it until the molten sweetness streaks and drips. Her needy folds get watery as her pulse quickens.

“Look at this,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “The perfect confectionery canvas.”

Then his tongue traces her skin—licking, biting, devouring—until her ass carries his teeth marks and her thighs shake with the effort of holding still. She squeals when his mouth lingers lower, when he kisses and licks every chocolate-smeared inch of her velvet folds, when his hunger blurs into worship.

She gasps his name, fingers digging into the ruined desk. “God… you’re going to eat me alive.”

“That’s the plan,” he growls, sliding into her from behind.

She cries out as his cock fills her honeyed sanctuary, hot and sticky from chocolate and spit. His thrusts are deep, unrelenting, her body jerking against the desk with each one. Chocolate smears on his chest, smears on her back, streaks across the chair, but neither cares. The cave is now an altar to cocoa, lust, and hurried gasps.

Her shaky thighs tremble, clenching around him with every brutal thrust, while his fingers circle her bud in relentless pulses that blur pleasure into madness. Each slam of his hips drives her harder against the ruined desk, papers sticking to her sweat-slick skin, cocoa smearing into patterns no artist could ever paint.

She whimpers, half-giggle, half-sob, biting her lip to silence the scream clawing out of her throat. He bends over her, mouth hot against her ear, growling, devouring, as if he’ll never stop.

Then, with one final thrust that steals her breath, the delirium crashes through her—her orgasm shatters over his cock, violent and molten, her body clenching and quaking as if it will never let him go. His roar follows, low and raw, as he spills into her, heat flooding her core, their cries tangled and smothered in chocolate-stained kisses.

The cave shakes with it—ruined desk, broken chair, melted sweets, and two bodies consumed by their obsessive feast.

She laughs softly, leaning her forehead to his. “You’ve made a mess of your desk again.”

He smiles, still catching his breath and pulling her back to his embrace. “We’re going to need a new chair.”

She turns, meets his eyes in awe. Then she licks a streak of chocolate from his chest again, her hips still rolling lazily. “And maybe a new box of chocolates.”

He presses a kiss to her mouth, tasting cocoa and her. “You’re my fix. Better than coffee. Better than anything.”

There is a buzz in his monitor again. He reads what the client says.
"Please send the revision in 30 minutes."

He closes the messaging app, and kisses her soft lips once more. They breathe each other in, passion rising again, and not stopping.