“Harper wouldn’t let me live if I didn’t. And honestly, I couldn’t live with myself either.” Her laugh cracked through the tension like a match. “Well. I guess we’re official then.”
“We are company-official,” I said, stepping closer. “This still leaves room for interpretation elsewhere.” She smirked, tugged at my tie. “Guess we’ll have to define those terms.” I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “We can start with you taking off those pants and sitting back on the desk with your legs open for me.”
Her breath caught just a flicker, but I saw it. I felt it. That pulse of anticipation under the surface of her composed exterior.
She tilted her head, studying me like she was deciding how far she’d let me go. “Careful, Mr. Jones, you are being way too bossy around here.” I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and let my fingerstrail down her jawline. “And you love that. Don’t you?”
She didn’t deny it. Instead, she stood up and started playing with her pants. The afternoon light poured in through the office windows, creating soft lines across her chest as she unbuttoned her trousers and slipped them off, folding them with care and setting them on the chair beside her.
Then she turned, hopped up onto the edge of the desk, and looked at me, daring me. “I think this is where you take over.” I moved to her without hesitation, stepping between her knees, my hands sliding up her thighs as her breath hitched again.
I dropped to my knees, never breaking eye contact. Her breath caught, her thighs tensed beneath my hands, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned in, inviting me closer. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another, higher.
This wasn’t just desire anymore— this was me claiming heragain, but now on different terms.
Terms I hope she agrees on moving forward.
When my mouth finally met her, she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as her body responded to every stroke of my tongue. I found her rhythm fast. I knew what she wanted, and I gave it to her.
She moved against me, trying to free herself, but I held her down, firm and focused, savoring the way her body trembled under my touch. The taste of her. The feel of her losing it. This wasn’t about showingoff. This was about knowing her, learning every sound she made when I pushed her to the edge. And when she shattered, head thrown back, body arched, thighs trembling, I didn’t stop right away.
I rose, mouth still wet with her taste, eyes locked on hers as I stood between her knees. Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. She looked wrecked and so beautiful. She looked like she wasmine, and I wanted her to be.
Without a word, I undid my belt, pushed my slacks down just enough, and pulled her to the edge of the desk. She was still pulsing beneath my hands when I teased her entrance.
But it was when I pushed inside her in one deep thrust that her moan punched straight through me. I swallowed it with a kiss as I buried myself on her neck. Her body was still trembling around me from before. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging in through my shirt, and I kissed her again, hard, desperate, like I was starving for the pieces of her I didn’t get last night. She broke the kiss to gasp my name, head falling back, eyes fluttering closed. And I wasn’t letting go.
Not yet.
“Look at me,” I said, hand at her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek. “I want you looking at me when you come again.” Her eyes locked onto mine, and I swear to God, I felt her way before I even heard the sound she made.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not until the desk creaked under us and her body clenched around mine so tight I saw stars. I held on for one more second of madness, of us, and then I followed her over the edge with a groan that tore out of me. And as the last wave of release crashed through me, raw and consuming, I buried my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling her, anchoring myself to her.
“You are something else, Samantha,” I whispered against her skin, low, wrecked, unguarded. Her fingers ran through my hair, her breath still shallow, her heart thudding loud enough I could feel it.
And then—a click.
The door opened. I forgot to lock it.
“Oh my— fuck.” Harper’s voice cut off like she’d walked face-first into a brick wall. Sam gasped, scrambling upright, blouse half open, her legs still tangled on my body. Harper stood in the doorway, holding a folder, looking unbothered in that terrifyingly competent way she had, but her eyes widened exactly once before narrowing.
“Sorry, I should have knocked,” she said flatly. “I brought the investor brief.”
“Harper—” I started, trying to reach for whatever dignity I had left. She lifted one hand. “Nope. Don’t want to hear it. Just… fifteen-minute warning before your call with the Singapore team. Try not to still be inside each other when it starts.”
The door clicked shut. Sam looked at me, hairwild, cheeks flushed, her blouse completely askew. And then she started laughing, bright, breathless, incredulous. “I think I just saw Harper short-circuit,” she said between laughs. I groaned and leaned forward to rest my head on her shoulder.
“We are never going to live that down.” She pressed a kiss to my temple. “Better make it worth it then.” I let out a half-laugh, half-sigh and looked up at her. Her smile was smug, radiant, and completely unapologetic.
She stepped down from the desk and fell to her knees in front of me. “Samantha, what are you do?—”
“I told you, making it worth it”, she took me into her mouth, and my head fell back. I grabbed her hair, pulling it slightly as she guided me in and out of her mouth, over and over again. I finished with a groan, pulling her hair harder and one hand on the desk.
“Well, Mr. Jones, this meeting turned into something unexpected.” She said, wiping her mouth and handing me a tissue.
“I believe we’re officially official now,” she said, voice teasing, putting her pants back on. “I guess so.”
“I can’t believe Harper walked in on us mid-desk sex.” We both laugh at that. “Oh, and I think I might’ve left a heel mark on your HR paperwork.”
