Office Naughtiness

They had a project to finish, but the long hours together turned into something warmer. When the boss finally left the building, James leaned back from his desk and caught Christine's eye. She smiled, slow and sure. The room felt smaller as she crossed to him, fingers sliding along the polished wood until she stood between his knees. He reached for the zipper on her blouse. Christine helped, slipping it off to bare skin and lace. She dropped to her knees, tugging open his belt with practiced hands. Her mouth was warm, wet, and hungry around him, head moving in an easy rhythm. She looked up, blonde hair falling over her cheeks, eyes bright with want. James exhaled through clenched teeth, hand resting at the back of her neck. When he warned her he was close, she didn't pull away. Instead she leaned in, taking every drop across her face in thick, white ropes that clung to her lips and chin. She stayed there, breathing hard, skin flushed and satisfied.