After I read what Brett writes me today, it’s all I can do not to walk around with a hard-on at the office. I know this romance novel that she's writing is just that; a novel. It's fiction, it's made up, it's not real. Yet when I read about Lacy and Zane I just wonder what she thought about last night. She said she doesn't want to be serious, but maybe there is a chance. Fuck, I think, leaning back in my office chair, I'm so hard I want to get after it right now.

Over the years yeah sure I've rubbed a few out in my office, I'm not going to lie. But usually I wasn't thinking about anyone specific. Now, I'm thinking specifically about a girl I barely know and goddamn it, I might even be falling for her; fuck. It makes no sense, it all happened so quickly. I shake my head out and and tighten my tie. I need to stay focused; it's only 10:00am, and I still have a lot of work to do with that distillery project before I can think about taking a break.

I look through the designs of the new two story factory that we're building. The project will employ over 500 people from Blackwell. It will bring in a whole hunk of tax revenue for the area and last but not least, the people of the town are going to have access to what they need most in this world; fresh whisky. Yeah, sure I'll make a little money here too but it feels better thinking of the project as a sort of goodwill; that I'm making it possible for all the people the world to get their drink on.

Finally, I'm able to get into the work I have to do. I grab lunch then prep for the 1:30 meeting that I'm going to be running. When I go into the meeting room, everyone is standing around. I motion for them to get into the circular desk and we get to work. Halfway through the meeting, I clasp my hands together and ask if anyone has any questions; they don't, so fantastic.

“All right then, if you don't have any questions, I assume you all know your roles here so let's dismiss early.”

They seem eager about the early dismissal and head out of the room and into the elevator. I pick my path of attack; carefully walking right behind Brett. She looks fucking lovely today. I watch her ass as it wiggles in the blue dress that she got from her friend. We stand nonchalantly waiting for the elevator. The shiny silver doors finally flash open and we get in. Me, Troy and Brett are headed up.

“Hey Brett,” Troy says, standing right in front of me. “I was just wanting to ask you something.”

“Ask away.” she says. She switches her hair over the side of her ear, a little bit surprised.

“Yeah, I wanted to ask; are you going to go to the happy hour later?”

Jealousy rises in my stomach as I watch the two interact. As much as I want to get mad at Troy, I can't hate on him for what he's doing. Who the hell wouldn't want to go to the happy hour with Brett? She's the fucking prize of the office as far as I'm concerned. I watch the interaction curiously; Brett in front of me, to my left, and Troy in front of me to my right. He's definitely checking her out. I think my angle is better though.

“I would love to go to happy hour,” Brett smiles. “But I've just been putting in some really long hours at work and I was planning on catching up on some rest later. I'm sorry, I'm going to have to take a rain check.”

“That's all right,” Troy says. And I can tell he's trying genuinely not to sound surprised or dejected; even though he is. “It's not a big deal at all, just thought I'd ask, maybe some other time.”

“Yes, sure,” she agrees. “maybe some other time.” Troy nods as the elevator comes to a stop at floor fourteen.

“All right well, guess I'll see you cats at the next meeting,” he says as he steps out.

He disappears down the hallway, and the elevator dings shut.

Then it's just Brett and I together in the elevator alone. Brett exhales.

“I'm so slammed today. So much work to do this afternoon.”

“Yeah, you are slammed.” I say with a smirk. I press the emergency stop button on the elevator and it comes to a halt. Brett freezes.

“Oh my gosh, what on Earth are you doing”?

“Well, according to Lacy and Zane, Lacy wanted to get caught off guard today.”

“Here?” she gasps.

“Yes,” I confirm, smirking. “Right fucking here.”

I pin her body hard up against the clean silver metal of the elevator. She moans beneath me as I take hold of her hot creamy thighs, dragging my hand up the back of them. I grab her ass.

“But we're not actually going to do it here, are we? There's a camera. Isn't someone going to see, the security guard maybe?” She nods toward the digital surveillance camera that's been placed in the elevator.

So I grunt. “What do you care if we give them a little show?”

She laughs. “Aren't we supposed to be keeping this a secret?” I look at her sky blue eyes dead on.

“Don't worry. I did a little project this morning. As in, I replaced that camera with a personal camera.”

She raises an eyebrow. “So this will be saved for what exactly?”

I shrug. “I mean, I figured I could give you a copy to watch after we're done and that way you could take notes, just in case you wanted to go back and add some of this in and see what happens between Lacy and Zane.”

“Oh so thoughtful of you, Bossman.” I let my hands drift up her stomach and sneak them underneath her bra. She moans so I grab both of her tits. I search for and find her nipples, delicately running my thumbs across them. They're hard, standing on end.

“If you don't want to do this we don't have to”, I smirk.

“Stop teasing me. Just fuck me,” she begs in a whisper. “Please.”

Her voice is low, as if she's embarrassed she wants it this bad. I tip her chin to me. “Brett, you're so damn sexy. I couldn't stop thinking the whole meeting how I was going to do this with you.”

She hesitates, and I take the time to cover her mouth with mine for a kiss. Our bodies gyrate against each other as we make out in the elevator.

I love the feeling of her hips spurring against me, and I reciprocate her sense of urgency. There will be a time for hour long lovemaking sessions between us in the future, but right now, this is about giving Brett what she wanted; what she wrote about:

A dirty quickie that takes her by surprise.

My cock is so hard now, I could cut diamonds on it. She runs her hand over my pants and gets busy undoing my belt, taking down my zipper. In the confined space, the entire elevator fills with her perfumed scent mixed with our sweat. Her breath smells like cherry lip gloss and freshness and sex and everything that's good in the world. I wrap my arms around her body, feeling every inch of her flesh available to me within my reach. I want to feel her in every way possible. I run my hand under her clothes over her back, bring them around to her stomach, and gently up to her breasts. She reaches inside my pants, grabs hold of my cock, whispers in my ear; her voice soft and throaty. “Bossman, I want you so bad right now.”

“And what Brett wants, Brett gets,” I murmur. I reach between her legs, she's already soaking wet. I flick her clit for a few moments with my finger, letting her soft moans spur on my enthusiasm. I love the way she sounds when she’s turned on like this. She anxiously pulls down my pants and briefs with one motion, and my cock flops out. Her jaw drops.

She drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth; sucking the tip. I lean back and groan. Fuck, she feels amazing. I look down and watch her blond hair bobbing back and forth.

I can’t believe how dirty innocent little Brett is capable of being with me.

And I love it.

I don't think H.R. would be okay with this if they knew it was going on. But then again, I can't think very clearly right now with my cock inches deep in Brett’s mouth. She takes me whole, sending pleasure rocking from my spine through my entire body.

“Fuck, Brett” I moan. “What are you doing to me?” She glances up at me and doesn’t say a thing, she just smiles as she runs her hand back and forth on the shaft of my cock. I smile down at her and take a mental snapshot for posterity. This is one of those moments in life you can't get back, one of those moments that you don't have a camera with you to take that picture. But I'll definitely remember this one forever. Brett's ruby red lips locked around my cock as we lock eyes. I grip and massage her neck and lean down.

“Baby, stand up,” I growl into her ear.

She does as she's told, and stands before me. I reach under her dress, pull down her panties, and pull her into me, nibbling at her ear and growling.

“Turn your gorgeous body around, Princess.”

Without a word, she turns around and sticks her arms out to brace herself for what she knows is coming. Well, she'll be coming too but first. I hike her blue dress up above her ass, and look down at the luscious round thing.

“Holy fucking shit, baby I'm so hard right now it's fucking awesome. Are you ready for this?” She groans.

“Just fuck me already will you. Please.”

First I push in just the tip. She's tight and still swollen from last night. I gently push in a few inches and start to move a little bit.

“Relax baby.”

“It's big though.”

“And you're so tight.” I chuckle.

“Maybe it's a little bit of both” she says. Gradually, I thrust in deeper. Pleasure runs through my spine; through my whole body. Just touching her makes me electric. I grab onto her hips and thrust all the way in, she lets out a stifled moan when I bottom out.

“This is going to be so hard to be quiet,” she purrs.

I'm beyond words right now; fuck, I can't even think anymore with Brett's beautiful round ass pushing onto me. I grab hold of her hips, thrusting into her again and again and again from behind. We find our perfect rhythm. She moves just so into me, so with every thrust I hit that deep spot in her. She moans again, and I put my hand over her mouth.

“Brett baby, you like it don't you?”

“Yes” she mewls. “I like it so much.”

She writhes and squeals and calls to God and I wonder if between the fourth and fifth floors, they're thinking about sending a rescue party to this elevator. But it's no matter because I made sure that no one has access to be able to move this car but me. I yank off my shirt and Brett yanks off her dress in the middle of the sex act, and we’re finally completely naked. It’s hard to believe we did that much fucking with our clothes on, but then again neither of us is thinking about anything besides what’s in front of us right now. Fuck; seeing her all naked and vulnerable makes me want to fuck her even harder, which I do. I reach around and finger her clit; I feel her trembling and quivering.

“I'm coming,” she breathes.

I feel her clench as she comes all over my dick. I reach forward and grab a fist full of her hair, forcing her to turn her head back looking me in the eyes.

“Fuck, baby you're so tight when you come.” I say.

“Harder,” she says. “Keep going.”

I can't believe how dirty this girl is, she's fucking perfect for me. I launch into her; hammering her as hard as I possibly can. Our bodies become one, and then I become an animal.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. I feel the tingles. The pleasure starts at my spine, then shoots through my balls and ends up in my cock. I thrust deep inside her as I come, shooting rope after a rope into her. She moans as we finally come to a halt, our chests heaving in unison as we pant.

“If we do that every day, we'll be in great shape in no time,” she says, and I kiss her on the back of the neck.

“And you're already in great shape.” I give her ass a little smack, and we peel ourselves away from each other.

She giggles as she pulls her dress back on. I pull my pants up, try to wipe off what I can and put my shirt back on. As much as I want to stay and talk and I soak the moment of what this means, there's no time. This is a quickie, this is a fantasy, and this is what she wrote about.

This is what she wanted and I wanted to give it to her.

I kiss her on the lips as I uncheck the emergency stop button. We head back up to floor seventeen. When she gets off there's a whole host of people waiting for us.

“Oh my gosh,” Fiona says. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything is ok.” Brett answers curtly. Brett gets off the elevator without glancing back at me. And holy shit, I can't be certain, but I think I see some of my cum running down her leg. I have to take the elevator back down for something. Incidentally Troy gets back on on his floor.

“What's up man?” I say with a huge grin.

“Oh, I just forgot something in the meeting room.” He says. “I’ve got to head back down.”

“Oh.”

Troy sniffs. “Does it smell funny in here?”

I pretend like I’m sniffing too. The smell of Brett’s perfume mixed with our sexual encounter permeates the elevator.

“No man, just smells like normal.”

He ruffles his brow, shrugs, and waits for us to arrive at his floor.

“Huh. Well all right then.”