Tulse Hill Temptation
"Accountant Folashade runs the numbers for Tulse Hill businesses. When entrepreneur Derek's audit gets complicated, their late-night sessions lead to calculations of a different kind."
Derek's business was in trouble—tax issues, cash flow problems, the works. His accountant recommended Folashade, supposedly the best in South London.
She was also the most unexpected.
Professional to a fault—conservative suit, glasses, hair pulled back tight. But nothing could hide those curves. Her thick body strained her office-appropriate clothes, and Derek found his eyes wandering during their first meeting.
"Eyes up here, Mr. Thomas. Your books need attention."
"Right. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Just be focused."
Weeks of intensive work followed—late nights, takeaway containers, growing familiarity. Folashade was brilliant, finding savings Derek never knew existed.
"You're incredible," he said one night. "You've basically saved my company."
"That's my job." She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "But I'll admit, this case has been... engaging."
"The case?"
"The client." Her eyes met his. "You're not like others. You actually listen."
"Maybe I have good motivation."
"And what's that?"
He kissed her answer into her mouth.
Her professional veneer cracked completely. She kissed back with months of hidden desire, her thick body pressing against him across her desk.
"This is so inappropriate," she breathed.
"Do you want to stop?"
"God, no."
Her suit jacket came off, then her blouse, revealing curves that her clothes had only hinted at. Her thick waist, full breasts, and generous hips were a revelation.
"Like what the spreadsheets weren't showing you?"
"Better than any projection."
She pushed him into her chair and straddled him, her pencil skirt hiked up around her thick thighs. The office chair groaned as she lowered herself onto him.
"I've imagined this," she admitted. "Every late night. Every lingering look."
"Same."
She rode him there in her office, surrounded by tax documents and financial projections. Her moans mixed with the hum of her computer, and she came with her hand over her mouth, trying to stay quiet.
"Desk," she gasped. "I want you to take me on my desk."
He swept papers aside and bent her over the polished wood. Her thick backside was perfectly presented, and he entered her from behind.
"Yes! There! Don't stop!"
The desk shook with their rhythm, her calculator falling, her carefully organized files scattering. She came screaming into the empty office, and he followed moments later.
"That's going to mess up my filing system," she said afterwards.
"I'll help you reorganize."
They straightened up, fixed clothes, tried to restore some professional order. But things had shifted permanently.
"This complicates our relationship," she said, putting her glasses back on.
"In a good way?"
"The best way." She kissed him softly. "But my fee just went up."
"How much?"
"Dinner. Tomorrow. And every day until we figure out what this is."
His Tulse Hill temptation had balanced his books and his heart. And Derek was ready to invest in whatever came next.