"Did you know," he asked, leaning over me, one hand on the desk, the other sliding slowly down my back, "that we specifically had the architect put in glass walls to deter people from fucking in the offices?"
"I did not know that, though it seems like a good call to make." Having him that close to me was starting to make me a little distracted. His hand was sliding lower and lower.
"You probably don't want your employees fucking in the office, do you?" I asked. His hand was at the waistband of my skirt, and he slowly worked his hand under the wide band. I inadvertently spread my legs a little wider. He smirked against my neck. "I can't believe anyone would be so unprofessional and, frankly, have so little control that they just had to screw in plain sight when anyone could walk in." I tried to not sound so needy, but his fingers were under my panties now. One. Two. Three. They started to slowly stroke me, and I gripped the desk.
"Yes," Mace said, "but some offices, like yours actually, now that I think about it, have things like a plant or bookshelves that conveniently block the view from unsuspecting bystanders."
"It is very convenient," I gasped as he stroked me, teasing my clit.
"But since you're up here, let's talk about how your organizing is going," Mace said, his tone annoyingly casual for what he was doing to me.
"What?" I asked, clamping down a moan. My hips rocked into his hand. I tried not to look like I was in the middle of a workplace affair with my boss. Though there was a large plant and a couple of chairs blocking the bottom half of the glass wall, someone walking by could still see inside.
"Did you create the snack survey?" Mace asked, his tone professional as his hand did naughty things to me. I felt his fingers play in my opening, and I closed my eyes, tipping my head back.
"Eyes open," Mace whispered into my ear, nibbling it slightly. "Look at your computer screen. We're just having a normal professional conversation."
"Normal conversation," I repeated. My voice sounded breathy, and in the blank screen of my laptop, I could see my own reflection and Mace's smug one.
"Yes. For example, would you like me to add your favorite snack to the breakrooms?"
"You're my favorite snack," I said. I could feel my heart racing.
"I'm not a snack food," he said. "I'm a main course."
"You're dessert," I said. Mace chuckled, and his fingers moved faster, making this little twisty motion like he was spinning taffy. He was spinning me into a tizzy. I gripped the desk with both hands, my legs splayed as much as I could without ripping my skirt.
His fingers were stroking faster, and my head tipped forward slightly as I bit down on a moan.
"This," he said as his fingers worked me, rubbing my clit then pausing to slide down in the wetness and push into my opening. "This is just a snack. It's just something to whet your appetite."
"Consider it wet," I told him. The words came out in a high-pitched whimper. I licked my lips, and he leaned in to quickly kiss me hard on the mouth as I ground against his hand.
"You need to get me new underwear after this," I gasped.
Mace laughed and said, "Only if I get to keep these."
He increased the rhythm, stroking my clit with two fingers. My hips made little rotating motions.
"I can't wait for you to do this on my cock," he said in my ear. "Fucking you in that tight, hot little pussy. I'll bend you over and fuck you slowly until you feel every hard inch." His fingers moved faster, and I panted as he dirty-talked into my ear.
"I'd like to fuck you in front of a mirror," he whispered, voice low in my ear, "grab your hips, and do it real slow and watch you touch yourself. You'll come, but I'll still be fucking you."
I moaned, my head tipping down.
"Eyes forward," he said to my reflection in the laptop screen. The thought of us doing it in front of a mirror, locking eyes like that while he pounded into me sent me over the edge. Mace clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the scream as I came, the pleasure rolling over me in waves.
I leaned back in the chair, my chest heaving. Mace smiled at me and licked his hand. "Sweet as candy," he said.
"Next time you do that," I said after a moment and after I had caught my breath, "I want you to suck my tits."
"Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you right here?" Mace growled.
"Oh yeah," I told him, opening my eyes slightly to peer back at him. "I definitely want you to fuck me right here."
For a moment I thought he was going to be the one throwing caution to the wind and YOLO fucking me right there in the office. And I would have loved every minute of it.
Fortunately Mace at least had some self-control because Tara chose that moment to knock on his office door.
