“I’ve thought about it,” Audrey murmured. “Those afternoons when we were sitting in here drinking tea? I was thinking about it.” She popped another button. “I imagined kneeling between your legs while you sat behind your desk, unraveling you while you tried to keep a straight face in case anyone walked by.”
Another button.
Another gulp from Michelle.
Audrey kept going. “I imagined bending you over your desk from behind. I’m not really a fan of the whole ‘sweep everything onto the floor’ scenario that you see on TV, because ... what a mess. But this might be my favorite scenario of all: fucking you while you’re perched on your desk, all buttoned up, looking so professional, sountouchable.”
“I ... oh god.” Michelle’s thighs clamped around Audrey’s hips.
Audrey was doing her best to respect Michelle’s wishes and stay in the present, even in her thoughts. But the reality was, she’d had dozens—if not hundreds—of illicit fantasies about Michelle at her desk over the years. And now that it was actually happening? Audrey was so turned on, her body was overheating.
The next button sprang free, fully revealing Michelle’s breasts and the black lacy bra she’d told Audrey about. It was on the simple side,nothing overly revealing, which Audrey was coming to realize was Michelle’s style. She didn’t wear showy lingerie. Michelle’s underwear was practical but pretty, and it made Audrey weak at the knees.
She traced a finger over the lace fringe between Michelle’s breasts, and Michelle hissed out a breath, her thighs tightening around Audrey’s hips.
Audrey popped the next button.
“Audrey,” Michelle begged, hips shifting restlessly.
“Almost there ...” The next button took her nearly to the waistband of Michelle’s pants. Audrey tugged, untucking the silky material of her blouse from her pants, and then she trailed her fingers up and down Michelle’s stomach, loving the way her muscles clenched beneath Audrey’s touch. “I’m going to have to leave the blazer on, though.”
“If you must.” Michelle shifted, pressing her hips against Audrey.
“Oh, I must.” She popped the button on Michelle’s pants, then lowered the zipper to reveal black lace-edged panties. She leaned in to whisper in Michelle’s ear. “Are you wet?”
Michelle’s whimper was answer enough. “Yes,” she managed in a shaky voice.
Audrey paused, thinking through her next step. She wanted to get Michelle out of her pants, but it kind of ruined the moment if she let Michelle get down from the desk. Right now, they were caught up in a perfect desk-sex fantasy, and Audrey didn’t want to break it with a mundane “Hop down for me so you can take off your pants.”
So, she improvised.
“Hands on my shoulders,” she told Michelle.
Michelle complied without question, her fingers gripping Audrey’s shoulders eagerly.
“Now hold on to me, and let me take as much of your weight as you can, okay?”
Michelle’s brow wrinkled for a moment before she caught on, and then she wrapped her arms around Audrey’s shoulders, hanging on to her. It wasn’t the sexiest move, but somehow it still felt sexy as fuck asAudrey gripped Michelle’s pants and underwear, sliding them down her legs in a fairly smooth move ... until they met her shoes.
Everything got caught in a bunch at Michelle’s ankles, and they both broke into spontaneous laughter before Michelle kicked, sending her clothes to the floor. She repositioned herself on the desk, now naked from the waist down, and if this wasn’t the most erotic image in the world ...
Michelle sat with her hair impeccably done, her blouse unbuttoned, still wearing her bra and her blazer ... and nothing else. Audrey took a moment to appreciate the image before her.
She was appreciating something else too. In her fantasies, she’d never had to think through logistics. Clothes had magically disappeared, and every position had worked the first time. She never would have imagined shared laughter while Michelle kicked off her pants, but somehow it made this moment more real, moreintimate, and that made it even better.
“You’re spectacular,” she whispered, trailing one of her hands from Michelle’s stomach down to her knee and back up, this time slipping into the space between her thighs. Michelle gasped, her hips jerking as Audrey’s fingers found the copious wetness waiting for her there.
“Shh,” Audrey cautioned as she pressed a finger against Michelle’s clit. “You have to be quiet. God, you’re so wet for me. I fuckin’ love it.” She kept her own voice pitched just over a whisper, too low for anyone’s ears but Michelle’s.
Michelle released a shaky breath. “Audrey,please.”
“This moment always ends the same way in my fantasy ...”
“How?” Michelle whispered.
“With you coming against my tongue ... sitting right here on your desk.”
“Yes,” Michelle hissed. “Please.”
