It's Fun 

A knock pulled him from his work just in time for him to see her walk in.

“I’ll be done shortly. You can wait in here…” He trailed off as she tsked at him.

“Last time I stuck around, we had sex and got caught bare-ass while gunshots fired downstairs.” She swung the door wide. “I’ll go finish some reports in my office.” She blew him a kiss on her way out.

“We never got caught!” Her only response was laughter behind the closed door.

Finishing his work, he headed down the mainly empty halls. Very few worked late into the night and security stood at checkpoints as well as patrolled the grounds.

“Are you ready for your ride, sir?” One guard by the elevator lifted his hand to his earpiece, the other resting on his holstered gun.

“No. Apparently, I’m not the only one working late tonight.” The guard smiled, catching on to who his boss referenced.

“Have a good night, sir.”

“You as well.” He stepped into the elevator and headed to the lower floors.

She only gave a quick glance at his entrance, not stopping in her work.

“I’ve got one more half to do before we can go.” He said nothing, pulling up a chair next to her, watching her work. “Why are you staring at me?”

“I’m stripping you with my eyes.” At his quick, teasing response, she stopped typing.

“Oh, really?” She merely raised a brow.

“Yes. I do wish you had a skirt on. Something a bit short, to show your thighs.” He leaned forward, eyes purposefully trailing a path downward.

“I work in a lab, dear. Skirts are a big no-no.” She cupped his cheek before pouting at him, teasing, “too bad for you.”

“One time you did.”

“One time. I wasn’t in the lab that day.” A shocking statement considering all the time she spent in there.

He hummed, drumming his fingers on her thigh.

“I’ll never finish, love.” Her warning didn’t stop him.

“I want you.” His sudden confession left her silent as he stood and led her hand to the bulge in his pants.

“I see… Quite the situation you find yourself in. I think you can wait.” He growled as she gave him a light squeeze.

“Why wait?” Surrender was not an option. “I could sate my hunger now. If I recall you said I could have dessert now, and in the car, and in the kitchen and living room.” He fiddled with her pant zipper, whispering in her ear, “you said I could even have it in the bedroom.” His eyes widened in false surprise.

“We seem to be having sex at work more often.” She turned herself around to properly face him.

“It’s fun.” At his nonchalance, she let him strip her down.

Slowly. Excruciatingly slow. No movement rushed.

When she’s bare before him, he laid her across the desk, pushing files, pens, and her laptop away. Not a single inch of her from head to toe was left untouched, unloved.

Ready himself, he stripped down, enjoying how she sat up to watch with legs spread in invitation and her hair a mess. She licked her lips at the sight of his free and throbbing erection.

He always liked her passion in all things, especially when she sat in need of utter release. Her legs spread wider, beaconing him over. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breathes that left her lips parted and he forced down every desire to kiss her right then until her lips were swollen.

That would come later.

Changing his mind, he turned her over and mounted her from behind. He gave no hesitation as he thrusted inside her, one hand on her hip and the other teasing her clit. He didn’t slow, not even when she cried out his name in pleasure. Only when he came shortly after her did he come to a stop, making sure they were both officially sated.

He pulled her with him, sitting in the chair and encased her in his arms. Just enjoying a moment of bliss.

Later, they returned home where he stopped her in the foyer.

“I meant what I said about dessert.”

She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him close to where they were chest to chest. Wordlessly, she undid his pants to cup him.

“You can have dessert anywhere you want.” She nipped at his chin while she cupped him through his pants.

He ravished her mouth, much like he wanted to do before. Lips moist and red and swollen at his doing.

When he pulled away, it was only to whisper in her ear, “squeeze me.” She did, biting her lip as he groaned.

They returned to kissing. He kept one hand tangled in her hair and the other on her hip. Occasionally, at her doing, he’d moan, giving her the chance to nip at him.

She pulled back, licking her lips and glancing past him. He caught onto her silent hint, but before he moved, he rubbed himself against her one last time, then lifted her up and carried her over to the coffee table.