The Vault Affair

I stepped into the cool, air-conditioned lobby of the bank, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The hunky bank manager who had been assigned to assist me greeted me with a charming smile. “Ms. Vivian, pleasure to help you with opening your safety deposit box today.”

I smiled back, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the way my pulse quickened at the sight of him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. I followed him to the elevator, hyperaware of his presence beside me.

We descended into the bowels of the bank, alighting in the heavily fortified vault. Racks of safety deposit boxes stretched out before us. The manager led me to mine and slid in the key. “Here we are. Let me know if you need anything else.” He stepped back, giving me space to open it.

I lifted the lid, pulling out the contents. Inside was a stack of documents and a small velvet box. As I opened it, I gasped. It was exquisite. A diamond bracelet, glittering in the fluorescent lights. I looked up and caught the manager watching me with an admiring gaze.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “You look good in diamonds.” His voice was low, almost a purr. I felt a flush creeping up my neck.

“Thank you,” I said, slipping on the bracelet. It felt cool against my skin. I stood up and turned to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer. “You know, I think I’ll have to make a withdrawal.”

His eyes darkened with understanding. “Of course, Ms. Vivian. How much would you like to take out?”

I stepped closer, trailing a finger down his chest. “I’m not talking about money. I think you know exactly what I want.”

He groaned and in one swift motion, backed me up against the safety deposit boxes. His lips crashed against mine in a hungry kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers fisting in his hair. He kissed a trail down my jaw to my neck, where he nipped lightly.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you walk in,” he growled against my skin.

“Then take it,” I breathed, tugging on his tie. “I need you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In a flurry of clothing, we undressed each other, mouths never leaving skin. I pushed him back onto a pile of cash bags and straddled him.

“Fuck, look at you,” he panted, drinking in the sight of me atop him, naked and wanton. “Dripping wet and ready for my cock.”

I ground down on him, gasping at the feel of his hardness against my aching center. “Give it to me. I need you inside me.”

With a growl, he grabbed my hips and thrust up into me. I cried out, hands scrabbling at his shoulders. He was huge and hard, filling me so perfectly. I began to ride him, my breasts bouncing with each movement.

“That’s it, baby,” he gritted out. “Take what you need. You feel so fucking good.”

I rode him harder, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the vault. The pile of money beneath us crinkled with our movements. I could feel my climax building, tightening in my core.

“I’m close,” I whimpered, nails digging into his chest.

“Come for me,” he commanded, pounding up into me. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

I shattered with a scream, my walls clenching around him. He followed seconds later, spurting deep inside me with a guttural moan. I collapsed against his chest, both of us gasping for air.

After a moment, he lifted me off him and tugged me beside him onto the pile of cash. We lain there, sweat cooling on our skin, listening to the soft rustle of the bills beneath us.

“That was…” I trailed off, searching for words.

“Incredible,” he finished with a grin. “Definitely worth the risk of getting caught.”

I chuckled and kissed him. “Anytime. I think I’ll be needing to make frequent withdrawals from now on.”

He groaned at the innuendo and pulled me close, his hands roaming over my curves. “I’ll make sure to service your account personally. In fact, I insist on it.”

I smiled against his lips, knowing that this was only the beginning of a very illicit and very satisfying banking relationship.