My curser hovered over the save icon for my last spreadsheet I needed for the day. My eyes were fixated on the email notification that popped up on the right bottom corner of the blaring screen. I could barely make out what the content was only that the subject line began with “URGENT.”

I was standing in a quarter squat. I had just risen from my chair for the fourth time in the day and slipped on my passable, but nearly inappropriate strappy heels. I sighed and moved the curser to cancel exiting the spreadsheet. My left foot pulled the chair closer and I sat back down to work.

The night was just starting to come alive. I could hear the taxi traffic 16 floors below me, and the occasional group of screaming teenagers elated in their freedom. My thoughts nearly slipped to wishing I could in any odd moment be as carefree as them. I shook my head, as though someone were paying attention to me and devised a plan to take care of this urgent email within 15 minutes.

Yes, my plans always work, and that must be why I’m still sitting here when I should have left an hour ago. The 15 minutes went by too quickly, but I was already knee deep into making sure everything was taken care of. I heard faint whistling coming from down the hall. I should have been the only person here unless it was a security guard.

The whistling stopped, “Babe.”

Shit. He hates me. I looked up from my computer with my I’m sorry face and saw him standing in the doorway of my office with his arms crossed. He didn’t look surprised at all.

“Nate, I’m so sorry. I swear, I was leaving a while ago and then…” he cut me off.

“And then you were asked to do one more thing and you got stuck. And I had to come drag you out of your office again. After 8pm on a Friday night.”

I had no response. It didn’t happen that often, but I had things I needed to complete every now and then.

“You know this event is for you Alex. What you do in that chair non-stop. People recognized that and decided to do something for you, but you aren’t even showing up for it,” He threw his arms around in exhaustion and representation of all the people with his hands landing on his hips.

“I know. I know you’re right. I just… uhh I need… to finish this really quick,” I said as I started to stand in a squat again and looked back and forth from Nate with nervousness to my screen with determination.

He started to walk towards me. I was trying to make it so he didn’t think I noticed and frantically finish this last bit that was absolutely needed. I blasted out the last sentence to an email, hit send without looking over it, and finally saved that spreadsheet.

“Alex, shutdown. Lets go,” he started to grab my jacket from the rack next to my desk trying to push me out. The look on his face had fallen. He wasn’t upset with me anymore. He was disappointed. Fuck, that’s always so much worse.

I shutdown the last few systems and clicked on the logout of my computer. We were already late. Being much later wouldn’t fully matter. I moved the keyboard to the left of my mahogany executive desk. The rest of the office floor was dark with only the end of the hall lights guiding the way out.

I turned my back to the computer screens, “cm’here.”

“What? Alex lets get going,” he snuggled my jacket in his folded arms and was holding back his frustration.

“Just come here and sit down. I have something to tell you. It will only take a minute….I promise,” Keeping a straight face is impossible, but it was working.

He let go of the frustration he had been holding in and walked heavily over to my cushioned desk chair. He sat down in a slump with his legs spread far apart.

During my third trip from my office in the day I had a chance to change into the outfit I was going to wear to the event: a deep violet embellished tank top tucked into my white pencil skirt that hit at top of my hips and just above my bruised, over worked knees. The workout I do before work doesn’t always match what I had planned to wear for work.

I leaned back on my desk and crossed my legs in front of me. My five foot three frame feeling infinitely longer in the five inch heels.

“What did you want to tell me,” he was losing his patience.

I stared at him, my lips beginning to curve into the slightest smile. I didn’t say a thing.

“Alex, we don’t have time for this. We’re over 45 minutes late,” he sat upright in the chair and began to get up. I grabbed his wrists catching him in his fury.

“Is that all? That’s not too bad,” he tried to tug away. “Wait, is this skirt okay? I wanted to look friendly and open, but professional,” I uncrossed my legs. It was the first time he really looked at me in the five minutes he’s been in my office. I drew him closer pulling his hands to feel the sides of my thighs.

“You look really nice, babe,” his gaze traveled from the bare skin of my legs to my chest and quickly to my eyes. I couldn’t hide any kind of smile anymore. He was going to forget about me working late for just a few moments.

“That’s not good enough. Well I could put on what I wore to work,” I threw him back down to the chair. He was struggling for words finally letting me lead this. I pulled my skirt up just an inch or two, sat back on my desk, and lifted one leg to rest my heel on the side of the chair. “But are you sure, because I thought this was a good outfit,” I lifted my other leg to rest on the other side of Nate in a straddle.

He had clear vision up my skirt to see my white lace thong. I had lost him. He was completely fixated on what he wanted. Exactly where I wanted him. He cleared his throat, “I think this is the best outfit you could have worn.”

“Do you still want me wearing it?” I tugged my skirt a little higher.

“No. Yes! No. Wait, yes! You aren’t supposed to ask me trick questions,” he sat upright again.

I giggled, “this is not a trick.” I maneuvered myself so I was kneeling in a straddle on Nate. He did nothing to stop me but instead moved his hands from my now bare thighs to his pinkies grazing my ass and then resting his hands on the small of my back. “What do you want to do to me?” I asked in between kisses and bites on his neck.

“If you lower your hips anymore, I’m going to fuck you in this chair,” I picked up my neck and looked at the seriousness in his golden brown eyes.

“Well that sounds like something I shouldn’t do then if we’re late,” I didn’t move, not one inch.

“That would be the smart thing,” his eyes were fixated on me as his hands began to push me lower. I could feel how big he was for me already and moaned in sudden need.

He moved his lips closer to mine but still so far away. I placed my hands at the back of his head and pulled him to me until our mouths were entangled. He was hungry for me, biting my lip. His hand had somehow made its way inside my thong to the wetness between my thighs.

He teased me. His fingers playing with my clit and then almost but not entering me and back again. My moans were becoming uncontrollable. I was able to undo the cruel buttons and zippering of his jeans and pulled him out of his boxers. My hand wrapped tight around his cock and gave him just one thrust.

He stopped teasing me, “ah, fuck.” He waited for me to thrust him again and then shoved my hand away. He picked me up and lowered me down to him. Euphoria swept over all of my being.

He didn’t do anything though, and he kept me in place. He wasn’t letting me do what I wanted with him. He looked at me with the same seriousness from a few minutes ago, “you’ve been a bad girl Alex. You stayed late again. I’m not going to be gentle.”

“oh…” He didn’t give me a chance to respond, he simply placed his hand over my mouth using his other hand to keep my hips in place. I had no time to think before the screaming pleasure melted over my body.

 

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Originally Published: March 8, 2016