The desire had always been there, simmering under the surface, but now it had taken root so deeply inside Estelle that she couldn’t shake it. Every glance from Celeste, every touch, every word they exchanged was like gasoline to a fire that had been smoldering for weeks. It wasn’t just the tension, the teasing. It was more than that—it was need.
Estelle had never experienced anything like this before. She had always been in control, always careful about the people she let in, but with Celeste, that control was slipping. Every thought, every breath was filled with her. The way her eyes lingered a moment too long, the way her voice deepened with possessiveness, the way she moved with the confidence of someone who could have anything she wanted.
And Estelle wanted to be that. She wanted to be what Celeste wanted.
Sitting at her desk across from Celeste’s, Estelle stared at the open file in front of her, the words blurring together as her mind drifted back to earlier moments. The feel of Celeste’s thigh between her legs in the elevator, the heat of her breath against Estelle’s ear, the possessiveness in her gaze. The thought alone sent a shiver through her. It wasn’t just attraction. It wasn’t just physical anymore.
The need was overwhelming, and it consumed her thoughts, her every move. She couldn’t push it aside, couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like if Celeste didn’t hold back. Estelle’s heart raced as she thought about what it would feel like to have Celeste truly claim her—not just with words, but with touch, with an intensity that made her knees weak just imagining it.
But that wasn’t the only thing gnawing at her. There was something deeper underneath all that desire, something she hadn’t expected: love.
The realization hit her like a wave, and her chest tightened. She had been so careful not to let herself fall too far, to keep a wall between herself and Celeste. But now that wall had cracks, and the feelings she had tried to bury were surfacing, overwhelming her.
She had thought this was just lust, a thrilling attraction to her powerful boss. But it wasn’t just about wanting Celeste—it was about needing her. The way Celeste made her feel safe, seen, and challenged all at once. It wasn’t just physical desire—it was emotional. And it terrified her.
Estelle’s fingers trembled as she pretended to type, her eyes flicking over to Celeste across the room. Celeste was focused, eyes on her screen, her posture composed and perfect as always. But Estelle could sense the tension beneath the surface, the same tension that had been building between them for weeks. It was there in the way Celeste’s fingers tapped a little too hard on the keyboard, the way her eyes darkened when they met Estelle’s.
Estelle shifted in her seat, her heart pounding as the realization of what she was feeling settled over her. Love. It wasn’t just attraction or desire anymore. It was something deeper, something she wasn’t sure how to handle.
She had never been in a situation like this before. She might have seemed confident, even experimental to some, but deep down, Estelle knew the truth—she was still a virgin. Twenty-one and still inexperienced when it came to intimacy, despite how she presented herself. She had never been this close to anyone, never let herself get so vulnerable. The thought of letting go, of giving herself to Celeste, both thrilled and terrified her.
Could Celeste even know that about her? Estelle swallowed hard, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over her. Would she even be enough for someone like Celeste? She had always admired Celeste’s strength, her control, her command over everything around her. But Estelle wasn’t sure if she could meet those expectations.
Her heart raced as her mind spun, caught between the fear of vulnerability and the overwhelming need for more. Estelle glanced back at her screen, pretending to focus, but her thoughts were miles away. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier—about the way Celeste had touched her, the possessiveness in her voice when she said “You’re mine.”
Estelle’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, her mind consumed by the thought of what it would feel like if Celeste took her, fully, without hesitation. Her body ached with need, a desire so strong it nearly overwhelmed her. And then, the other feeling, the one she couldn’t ignore any longer—love. She loved Celeste, and the weight of that realization was crushing her.
But what could she do about it? How could she possibly admit that, especially when their relationship was already so tangled? They worked in the same space, shared the same office, and every interaction between them was filled with a tension that could break at any moment. But this wasn’t just about lust or attraction anymore—it was about something far deeper. Something Estelle wasn’t sure she was ready to confront.
Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Celeste, simple but loaded with meaning.
Celeste: Come here.
Estelle’s heart jumped. Celeste was only a few feet away, but the message felt intimate, urgent. She glanced up, meeting Celeste’s dark, intense gaze across the room. The look in her eyes sent a jolt of electricity through Estelle.
Without hesitating, Estelle stood up and crossed the room, her legs feeling weak as she approached Celeste’s desk. Celeste’s eyes never left hers, the air between them thick with tension and unspoken words.
“Close the door,” Celeste said softly, her voice low and commanding.
Estelle’s pulse quickened as she obeyed, shutting the door behind her and blocking out the world outside. It was just them now, the small office space feeling even smaller with the heat between them.
“Come here,” Celeste repeated, her voice sending shivers down Estelle’s spine.
Estelle stepped closer, her heart racing as she stood in front of Celeste’s desk. Celeste’s eyes roamed over her, dark and possessive, and Estelle felt herself tremble under that gaze.
“I’ve been waiting for you to admit what you feel,” Celeste said, her voice a low, seductive whisper. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? The way you react to my touch?”
Estelle’s breath hitched, her body trembling with both desire and fear. She didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know if she had the courage to admit what she had been feeling for so long.
But Celeste didn’t wait for her to speak. She stood up, moving around the desk until she was standing inches away from Estelle, her body radiating heat. Estelle could barely breathe as Celeste reached out, her fingers brushing against her cheek, sending a wave of electricity through her body.
“You want me,” Celeste murmured, her lips so close to Estelle’s ear that it made her knees weak. “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”
Estelle’s heart pounded, her throat dry as she tried to form words. But all she could do was nod, the weight of her feelings crashing down on her all at once.
Celeste’s fingers tilted Estelle’s chin up, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Tell me, Estelle. Tell me what you want.”
Estelle swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she whispered, “You. I want you.”
Celeste’s lips curved into a dark smile, and without another word, she pulled Estelle into her arms, capturing her lips in a kiss so intense it left Estelle breathless. The heat between them exploded, and all of Estelle’s fears, her doubts, her inexperience melted away in that moment.
She didn’t care about anything else—only the feel of Celeste’s lips on hers, the way her body pressed against her with a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.
This wasn’t just about desire anymore. It was about need. And love. And in that moment, Estelle knew she couldn’t deny it any longer.
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