She lay her hands on the kitchen surface, lowering her head and closing her eyes, deep gasping breaths battling to be controlled. She knew her hips were swaying and the dampness of her knickers reminded her how badly she was failing at remaining professional.

She pulled herself up straight and picked up the tray of coffees and biscuits. Tomorrow, she decided, she’d look for a new job.

As she neared his office a pang of disappointment filled her when she realized he had closed the blinds in his office and he wouldn’t be able to see her.

She pushed the door open with her backside, sliding it open while she balanced the tray. “Where would you like the tray?” she asked, not looking at him as the door slammed shut behind her.

“Just hold it,” he said.

She turned to see him, leaning back against his desk with his arms crossed in front of him.

“Sorry Adam, I don’t understand?” she said, scrunching up her nose in confusion.

“Oh, please don’t do that.”

“Do what, Adam. You’re confusing me.”

“That little girl nose crease and lip chewing thing you do. Christ, it is so sexy. You do know that, right?”

“Adam, I don’t understand. I… I…”

“God my name sounds so good coming from your mouth.”

She took a step back, the tray in her hands wobbling as she fidgeted to balance it. She looked around for a table, to place it on.

“I said to hold it. I can’t make you hold it. That choice is up to you. All I can do is ask,” he said, pushing off the desk to stand up straight. In two steps he was in front of her and his closeness caused her breathing to speed up. “Do you want to do what I ask or not?”

She gazed up at his face, her eyes wandering to his muscular frame. She wanted to say no, but her body couldn’t hide its arousal.

She knew yes was the answer. It would always be the answer.

He reached his hand out, sliding it up her shirt. She held her breath as his hands moved under the fabric to aggressively grab her tits and she gasped at the delicate touch of his fingers rubbing around the nipple, circling and teasing until her body arched and a low moan escaped from between her lips.

Her body, full of contradictions, stumbled back, to lean against the desk. “Please, can I put the tray down. I’m going to… I’m going to drop it.”

He reached up for the tray and in two seconds he had relieved her of the tray and placed it on the coffee table.

He leaned in reaching his arm around her and pulling her closer. “You are so much stronger than I gave you credit for when I first met you. I was convinced you would be spread across that desk long ago. Instead, you have teased my cock with those tight skirts and high heels every day.” He looked into her eyes, holding her chin in his fingers and she knew she made a whimpering sound. “You can say no and I’ll walk away and never touch you again. If that’s what you want.”

“No. I mean… I do want.” She sighed at her inability to restrain herself, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

She looked up at him, confusion creasing her eyebrows. “Yes, Adam?”

A smirk passed across his face, almost imperceptible as the cold hard stare returned. “The magic word?”

“Yes, please.”

Before she realized what he was doing, he had spun her onto her front, pushing her legs apart.

He ran the heel of his hand up her spine and ran his fingers through her hair before grasping at it and forcing her to bend over the desk. Neither of them even lost a beat when the paper flew onto the floor. His hand loosened its grip but still held her hair wound around his fingers that now sat at the base of her neck, his fingers stroking her it. There was no pressure from his hand but, yet, the fact that it remained there sent a wave of anticipation down her body, creating a spasm between her legs and her butt pushed back into him.

She hated her body, betraying her feelings and making any hope of not looking desperate for the feel of him impossible. His hand released her hair as he bent over her, tucking her hair behind her ear and leaning in to whisper, “Am I keeping you? I know you must have lots to do.”

His mouth brushed her ear and her fingers spread on the table, battling to grasp something. She knew she would never understand why she couldn’t say no to him, but she also knew she couldn’t imagine anywhere she’d rather be. He lay his hands on top of hers, and nibbled at her ear, his tongue slowly moving to trace the line of her neck, forcing a small groan from her.

The ripples of his muscular chest told her he was laughing and she rested her head on the table, trying to hide her blushes in her hair.

His fingers travelled in slow motion down her sides ending at the bottom edge of her blouse and in one swift movement he pulled it over her head, to land in a flowing white bundle on the table, wrapped around her wrists.

His hands massaged her nipples, bringing them to firm peaks and making her hips grind into his swollen cock, that now pushed tantalizingly through the fabric of her skirt.

Her fingers reached down to touch him, to touch her clit, to do something to relieve the teasing of his breath. He clutched her hands roughly by the wrists, holding them against her thighs, and using her own hands to pull her knickers down around her knees. The delicate black lace, now damp from her anticipation, rested around her legs and he pulled them with his teeth and left her wrists under the thin elastic.

He moved his mouth to flick and suck at her warmth. Each time his tongue grazed her clit, her hips gyrated to his tune, her moans keeping time like a frenetic metronome. He edged her closer to the precipice running his tongue around her opening and her legs quivered.

His mouth hovered in front of her pussy, the slow tormenting cool air of his every breathe pushing her toward the edge.

“Please,” her voice begged. “Oh, God, please. I… I…” her sentence disappeared in a scream and suddenly he removed his mouth. His absence created an unexplained wave of longing through her, as her body swayed looking for his tongue.

He stood behind her and, laying his hands gently on top of hers, he pulled her arms above her head and twisted her flimsy blouse around the wrists. “Now keep your hands up here or I will smack you. Do you understand?” he whispered in her ear, his slow breathing tickling her neck. She visibly shuddered.

His leg moved between her legs and they turned to jelly, protesting the pleasure-pain of her hunger.

“Don’t worry. You won’t fall, I’m here to catch you,” he said, the power and confidence in his voice creating ripples in her stomach.

His tongue drew slow agonizing lines around her hole, teasing her swollen clit, as her moans increased. Their volume and their speed filled the room like a runaway train, a train that had him as the driver. She was a helpless passenger along for the ride, unable to get off or slow down.