I am ruined in my love for her.
My belt buckle hits the carpeted floor with a dull clang. I push my boxers down my legs and take myself in hand.
She presses back into me and I groan.
“Fuck me,” she hisses and I smile into the skin at the back of her neck. Sliding my hand up her body to cup her breast, I push into her. She bends until she is flat against the desk.
“Like this?” I nuzzle into her ear, moving slowly.
“Yes,” she cries and somewhere in the back of my mind I remember that we need to be quiet, but I’m just not sure I care anymore.
Our last time here was desperate and confused. I want to erase that. I want this memory to be the one we think of for years to come when we think of Office Sex.
This time, every touch, every place our bodies come together, is about pleasure, yes, but also about trust. It’s about love.
I want to keep teasing her like this but the wet heat of her, hugging me, is too much. The way I am so much taller than her and yet, like this, we fit together perfectly. I have to let go. I bend my knees, roll my hips, and fuck her in earnest. My hands on her hips hold her in place as she grips the sides of her desk. I watch the side of her face, her eyes wide open, staring but unseeing, her mouth caught in a silent scream.
My skin is so hot, too tight. I’m going to come so much sooner than I want to.
Like she can read my mind, she spreads her legs wider and I slip my hand between them, finding her clit still slick and swollen. I roll my fingers over her, my orgasm barrelling down my spine, and somehow, mercifully, she’s coming, too. Squeezing me tighter while she lets out one final cry.
Corrine lies on the desk, her breathing slowing. She shudders as I rub one hand up her back and slowly pushes up, her back against my front.
She is wet down her thighs and sticky where we’re joined together, and becomes even more so as I slowly pull out of her. But she laughs, resting her head against my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her middle, looking over her shoulder at the way her breasts push up as her back arches.
“Thank you,” I whisper, biting into the skin at her neck.
She moans, softly. “For what?”
“For letting me fuck you at work,” I say with a small laugh.For letting me fall in love with you.
Her eyes close but her smile stays and I bury my face in her hair. I know that if I were to smell my skin, hours from now, I would still smell like her.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Richard’s voice is a whip cracking through our post-sex haze.
Chapter 40: Wesley
I pull my pants up around my hips with one hand and wrap my other arm around her body, turning us so that she isn’t completely exposed to him.
“I—Richard. This—” Corrine sputters. “I thought you left.”
“I came back,” he snarls.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” I say, feebly, over my shoulder. Even as I say it, I know it’s pointless.
This isexactlywhat it looks like.
“Really? Because this looks like my executive is getting fucked over her desk by her intern,” he snarls. His face is the color of blood. Spittle flies across the room.
“Richard, I can explain,” she says, stepping away from me and pulling her blouse around her body. Corrine’s voice trembles and even I know that was the wrong thing to say.
“I’m in love with her,” I blurt. She tenses in my arms. Richard only shakes his head, disgusted.
“Don’t say another word.” He points at us. “Both of you, get yourselves cleaned up and be in my office in two minutes.” He shakes his head, anger and revulsion clear on his face, before he turns and walks away.
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her, putting my hand on her back.
“Like hell it is,” she mutters, pulling away from me and dashing tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She scans the floor for more of her clothes.
