Office Duties Box Set #1(12)

She rounded the corner at the end of the shelving and glimpsed a man standing at the table. His back was turned toward her while he glanced down at what remained of the shipment, but she recognized him almost immediately. Mr. Davies had come to see her early. He heard her tiny gasp of surprise and turned with his dashing smile.

“Good morning,” he warmly greeted.

“Morning.” She couldn’t say it was good, and it seemed things were about to get stickier for both of them.

“I forgot to ask last evening how you were liking your new position. Have you been enjoying yourself?” The question would have been welcomed by Sam if it had come from anybody else. From him, she wasn’t sure how to reply.

“It’s…it’s good. Lots of strange people.” She didn’t mean him specifically, but he cracked a smile.

“I assume you’re referring to your friend, Ms. Slink?” He traced his hand slowly over the large stapler on the table.

“Mostly.” She was starting to feel that strange dizziness in her mind. Even with how far he stood away from her, she could still smell the faint scent of that strange musky cologne he wore. “Was there something you wanted?” The shining look in his eye made her realize how bad her question had been phrased. “Something from the supply room?” Again it was a poor wording. “Like some staplers or something?” That was finally what she was getting at, but he seemed less pleased with her last suggestion than with the others.

“I was curious where the tape was located.” His eyes never turned away from her as he spoke.

“Oh, I can help you with that.” She was only too glad to assist for two reasons. The first was that she actually knew where the tape was on the shelves, and the second was with his item found he would invariably leave her alone. “It’s just right up here.” The tape was located at the back wall of the room around the table. Sam walked around the opposite side from her employer and pointed at the stock. “What kind were you looking for?”

“Whichever will do the job the best,” he vaguely replied as he moved around to her side. She wished he would have kept his distance. Him being this close meant that strange Mars herb strongly wafted into her nose. It made her lightheaded and her body flared up with heat. “Which do you think is the best to work with?”

“I-I’m not sure,” she stuttered as she moved back a little. She was made painfully aware of her tight shirt and skirt. Her breasts squeezed up against her bra and her hips pushed out her skirt, which caused it to hike up an inch or two. “It just depends on what you’re doing.”

“Something the matter?” he innocently asked as he looked at her flush cheeks. “You seem to be catching a fever.”

“N-no, I’m fine,” she argued. She had to get out. Things were getting a little too hot in here. She had to be the responsible adult, or she’d be the one without a job. “Just a little warm in here. Maybe I should leave.”

Sam tried to head for the door but Davies caught her by the arm. She half turned toward him and looked into his eyes. They shined with a longing that dwarfed even her own. His touch flared up her need. Her heart quickened and her breath caught in her throat.

“You look like you would do well to sit down,” he kindly instructed. He led her toward the table and her rear soon bumped into the side.

“Sir, we can’t.” Even she was getting tired of this broken record, but right now it was most important. It was the middle of the day. The office was still crowded with all her coworkers. Anyone could come in here and see them doing it.

“We have to,” he countered as he closed the gap between them. She turned her head to the side. This gave him a clear path to plant soft, sweet kisses along her throat. She groaned, but there was another angle she could play.

“Slinky…will be worried…about me,” she panted through her parted lips.

“Smith has taken care of that,” he whispered against her hot skin. He brushed his lips against her neck and she groaned. “A little forgery and we have a note saying you are gone for lunch.”

“But-”

“Shh,” he interrupted. His hands massaged the ample curves along her wide, plump hips. “We will not be interrupted. No one can hear us in here. It’s just you and me.” He leaned in closer and pressed his manhood against her waist. She gasped at the size of his need. “Besides, it’s too late to stop now.”

She leaned her head back and moaned as he slowly rubbed against her. He was in heat as much as she, but this new torture was exhilarating. His strong hands moved around to cup her butt cheeks and his head lay against her shoulder. He panted into her ear. That only got her going more as she wrapped her arms around him. She wanted to bring him closer. She desperately wanted them to become one. There was only one way they could do that.

“Please,” she softly whispered.

“Please what?” His tone was husky and harsh. He ground in harder against her. His soft lips laid gentle kisses behind her ear.

“Please do it.” She didn’t know what else he wanted, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted him to take her, to use her so they could both get what they wanted.

“Show me you want it.”

To say she was disappointed when he backed up was an understatement. For his side he looked like he wanted to pounce on her, to make her his repeatedly. There was something he wanted proven, though. Some evidence of her conviction to him. A sacrifice on her part for the pleasure he would give. Sam instinctively knew what to do as she lifted her arms up to her chest. She slowly began to unbutton her shirt. She was teasing them both, but again this was delicious suffering. Her breasts enjoyed the new freedom as they swelled out with each new bit of air. She let her shirt drop to the table and her breasts were only kept from their full potential by her bra. She slowly, aching slowly, reached back and undid the clasp.

The bra only came loose, it didn’t fall. She smiled wickedly at her partner.

“Are you satisfied?”

His eyes were eager and hungry. They never looked away from her luscious breasts. They went up and down in her slow quests for air. “Not yet.”

Now it was her turn to watch. Her breathing quickened as he took off his coat. He unbuttoned his shirt just as slowly. Each opened to a new muscle covered in a film of sweat. He was perfectly made, not too muscular nor too thin. His perfection made her want him even more. He grinned when he noticed her hungry eyes. He stepped forward and again wrapped his arms around her. She was thrilled when their naked skin brushed against each other. He pulled her bra straps over her shoulders and the whole thing fell between them and down to the floor. His roaming hands moved up to cup those swollen mounds in his heated fingers. He teased the pert nipples and pushed the firm mounds together. She groaned and he grunted. They were both enjoying his fun.

She could tell his self-control was waning as his lips pressed harder against her neck. He ground faster against her hip. She herself was getting impatient as her skirt rode up over her waist. Her wet panties slid down with all the grinding and she helped it along with her hand. They dropped to the floor and her partner unfastened his belt. She gasped as he knocked aside some items on the table and she was lifted onto the top. He turned to face her and his feral eyes made her heart beat faster.

He pulled her toward him and pushed himself inside. He groaned at the velvet feel or her hot, wet walls and she gasped at his size. He couldn’t help his smirk as he began pushing in and pulling out. His movements were tantalizingly slow. Enough to satisfy them both, but not enough to achieve the end they both desired. She moaned and whimpered for him to move faster, but he didn’t heed her plea. He kept the same wonderfully slow pace, but she was having none of that. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her.

They both groaned at the feel of one another. She squeezed him with her burning walls. He grunted and pushed harder into her. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him. They were as close as they could be, but she wanted more. She wanted them to reach their peak together, to reach that sensual plain as one.

She started pushing harder against him as they began to dance to a faster tune. Her breaths came out in quick gasps as he grunted with each push. They moved faster and faster, she could feel it coming. She threw her head back and moaned her delight. Her mate delighted in her sounds as he pumped harder and deeper. She flung her back back as she felt the end coming, and shouted to the still air as she clutched onto the back of his head.

“Yes! Yes!”

Her walls folded tightly over him and his eyes shot open. He jerked into her one more time and his body stiffened. He spilled deeply into her, and she rejoiced. Then he collapsed against her and she had a hard time keeping from falling back. His arms were still tightly wrapped around her and he was buried deep inside her. His breath came out in pants as they lay like that for a few minutes.

Regretfully that could not last forever. Her body grew colder and his manhood limp. He reluctantly pulled out of her and slowly set her feet down onto the floor. She was still dazed from the experience, and neither of them spoke a word. Davies was dressed very quickly, and he graciously handed her her clothes as she mechanically put on each one. Since she was still feeling lightheaded, Sam was grateful for the help. When she was roughly prepared to go out into the world decently attired, he escorted her to the door.