Jenna adjusted the hem of her pencil skirt nervously as she stepped into the sleek, glass-walled lobby of the tech startup. The high heels she wore clicked sharply against the polished floor, echoing in the vast, modern space. She clutched her leather portfolio tightly, her palms damp with sweat. This interview was a big deal—a chance to break into the industry she’d been dreaming about for years. She had prepared meticulously, rehearsed her answers, and even researched the company’s CEO, Malcolm Grant. But nothing could have prepared her for the man himself.

As she approached the reception desk, a deep, resonant voice called out from behind her. “Jenna Carter, I presume?”

She turned, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing there was a man who could only be Malcolm Grant. He was tall—easily over six feet—with broad shoulders that strained against the fabric of his tailored suit. His skin was a rich, deep brown, his eyes sharp and penetrating. His presence was commanding, overwhelming, and for a moment, Jenna forgot how to speak.

“Y-yes, that’s me,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Malcolm’s lips curled into a faint smile, and he extended a hand. His grip was firm, engulfing hers completely, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her arm. “I’m Malcolm. Welcome. Let’s head to my office.”

Jenna nodded mutely, falling into step beside him as he led her through the bustling open-plan workspace. She tried to focus on the interview ahead, but her thoughts kept straying to the way he moved—confident, assured, every step purposeful. His cologne was subtle but intoxicating, a mix of cedarwood and something spicy that made her pulse quicken.

When they reached his office, Malcolm gestured for her to take a seat in one of the plush chairs facing his desk. She perched on the edge, back straight, trying to project confidence. Malcolm, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease. He leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes studying her with an intensity that made her squirm.

“So, Jenna,” he began, his voice smooth and deliberate. “Tell me about yourself.”

She launched into her rehearsed spiel, but Malcolm interrupted her almost immediately. “No, not your résumé. I’ve already read that. Tell me about you. Who are you? What drives you?”

The question threw her off, but she recovered quickly, diving into a more personal narrative about her passion for technology and her determination to succeed. Malcolm listened intently, nodding occasionally, but his gaze never wavered. It felt like he was seeing straight through her, peeling back layers she didn’t even know she had.

When she finished, there was a long pause. Malcolm steepled his fingers, his expression unreadable. “Interesting,” he said finally. “But I think there’s more to you than you’re letting on.”

Jenna’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice faltering.

Malcolm leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “You’re holding back. I can see it in the way you talk, the way you carry yourself. You’re cautious, reserved. Why is that?”

She hesitated, caught off guard by his insight. “I… I just want to make a good impression,” she admitted.

Malcolm’s smile widened, and there was something predatory in it now. “Oh, you’ve made an impression, Jenna. Believe me. But I think it’s time you let go of that restraint. Let me see the real you.”

Before she could respond, he stood and rounded the desk, coming to stand in front of her. Jenna’s breath hitched as he loomed over her, his presence filling the room. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“You’re nervous,” he said softly, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “But you don’t have to be. I’m not going to hurt you. Unless, of course, that’s what you want.”

Jenna’s mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest. She should have been alarmed, should have pulled away, but something about his touch, his voice, kept her rooted to the spot. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered.

Malcolm chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes, Jenna. You’ve been curious. You’ve wondered what it would be like to let go, to give in to your desires. And you’ve never been with a man like me, have you?”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she shook her head mutely. Malcolm’s smile softened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Then let me show you.”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight to her core, and before she could think, his lips were on hers, sealing her fate. The kiss was raw, hungry, and Jenna felt herself melting into it, her hands clutching at his arms for support. Malcolm’s tongue slipped past her lips, exploring her mouth with a possessive intensity that left her dizzy.

When he finally pulled away, Jenna was trembling, her pulse racing. Malcolm’s eyes burned with desire as he looked down at her. “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.

She obeyed without hesitation, her legs unsteady beneath her. Malcolm’s hands moved to her waist, sliding down to grip her hips as he pressed his body against hers. She could feel the hard outline of his arousal through his slacks, and a whimper escaped her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.”

Jenna’s head spun, her rational thoughts drowned out by the heat coursing through her veins. She felt his hands move to the hem of her blouse, tugging it free from her skirt before sliding it up her torso. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

“Malcolm…” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips finding hers again. “Just let go, Jenna. Let me take care of you.”

Her blouse slipped over her head, and she felt the cool air of the office against her skin as Malcolm unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped, arching into his touch.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Let me see how much you want this.”

Jenna’s hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Malcolm chuckled, low and dark, as he helped her, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it aside. His chest was broad, muscular, and Jenna’s fingers traced the lines of his abs, marveling at the sheer power of his body.

Malcolm’s hands moved to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it pool at her feet. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her body, and Jenna felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. “So perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.

Before she could respond, he knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh. Jenna’s breath hitched, her fingers tangling in his hair as he nipped and kissed his way up, stopping just short of where she needed him most.

“Malcolm, please…” she begged, her voice barely audible.

He grinned up at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Please what, Jenna? Tell me what you want.”

She hesitated, her cheeks burning, but the need in her body was too strong to ignore. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want to feel you.”

Malcolm’s grin widened, and he stood, his hands moving to the waistband of her panties. “Good girl,” he purred, sliding them down her legs. He pressed her back against the desk, his body pinning her in place as he kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body.

Jenna’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her body alive with need. She felt Malcolm’s hand slide between her thighs, his fingers brushing against her slick folds, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his touch.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Please, Malcolm, I need you.”

He chuckled, low and dark, as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his slacks and boxers down. Jenna’s eyes widened as she saw him, thick and hard, and her breath caught in her throat. Malcolm grabbed her hips, positioning her on the edge of the desk, and leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Jenna nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

Malcolm’s eyes darkened with desire, and he thrust into her, filling her completely. Jenna cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his pace slow and deliberate at first, then increasing in intensity. The desk creaked beneath them, and Jenna’s moans echoed in the office, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was the feeling of him inside her, the way he filled her, stretched her, made her feel things she’d never felt before.

“That’s it, Jenna,” Malcolm growled, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. “Let go. Give yourself to me.”

Jenna’s mind was a blur of sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Malcolm’s pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he drove into her, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped.

“Malcolm!” she screamed, her body shuddering as she came, her nails raking down his back. He growled, his own release surging through him as he thrust into her one final time, his body trembling with the force of his climax.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling. Jenna’s heart was still racing, her mind reeling from what had just happened. Malcolm pulled away slightly, his hands cupping her face as he looked into her eyes.

“How was that for a first impression?” he asked, his voice low and husky