I’m bouncing on top of Wes’s cock, straddling his lap and he reaches all the right spots. His mouth is closed over one nipple, and he sucks hard enough that it’s almost painful, but it translates into pleasure, instead, and it adds to the sensation that’s happening between my legs.

I’m getting closer and closer to the edge, an orgasm building. My body shivers in waves and my legs are going numb. It’s becoming harder and harder to rock back and forth on his cock as my body experiences the front-runner to a huge orgasm. It’s getting closer and closer.

Wes lets go of my nipple just as I’m about to orgasm and it subsides a little.

“God, Wes, don’t stop,” I gasp out. I press my hand against the back of his head, urging him back to my tit again but he resists.

“Are you close?” he asks.

“I am,” I gasp. He doesn’t suck on my nipple again. I open my eyes and look at him. He has a mischievous look in his eye, and he’s grinning at me.

“Good,” he says, and he holds me with his hands so that I can’t rock all that much.

“Are you going to deny me?” I ask.

He smiles at me, and it’s a naughty smile. “Denial is all the fun, sweetheart.”

“Maybe for you,” I say, pouting. I want more. I want to come. I want a release, and now he’s stopping me from getting it.

He shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says.

Well, two can play at this game. I start moving again, pushing against his hands and soon he lets me go, lets me work my body over his. I move slowly, stroking him in and out of my body languidly. He leans back in the chair, and his eyes are rolled back in his head. I ride him slowly. I gyrate my hips. My tits are in his face, and I move my chest, moving them up and down. He’s riveted to my chest. He stares at me like he’s hypnotized and I keep moving, sliding onto him and pushing back up again, so he slides out of me.

His lips are parted, and his breathing changes. I know I’m teasing him – he’s not going to come like this. Payback is a bitch.

I keep riding him slowly, grinding against him, making him want it more than he’s wanted anything else. His fingers dig into my hips, and I gyrate myself onto him, into his hands. He groans and leans forward, burying his face against my chest. His mouth finds the tender skin on my tits, and he sucks and licks and nibbles me.

I push my hand between our bodies, finding my own clit. He’s not going to come, but I’m set on taking care of my own orgasm, the one he wouldn’t give me. I move up and down his cock. I move my finger in circles over my clit, rubbing myself into a frenzy. The orgasm comes hard and fast, my body curling around his. My muscles clench, and I struggle to keep as quiet as I should.

When the orgasm fades, I straighten up again and look at Wes. His eyes are bright green, and he looks like he’s about to die of frustration.

“You’re a real tease, you know that?” he says.

I smile at him. I’m not usually like this but Wes brings out a very different side of me, and I want to do wild things, be that person that breaks all the rules.

Which I’m doing. I think I’ve broken every rule that exists in the company.

“You’re a bad girl,” he says, and he kisses me, hard. While he does so, he wraps his arms around my body and pushes up out of the chair, taking me with him. He only slips out of me for a short while, while he walks me to the wall. He pushes me up against it, pinning me against the wall with his body. He hikes my one leg up with his hand on my thigh and pushes right into me again like he hasn’t been out of me at all.

I’m barely touching the ground with the one foot that is on the floor – his body holds me almost in suspension against the wall – and he pounds into me. His cock slams deeper and deeper into me, and I cry out.

“Be quiet,” he says in a growling voice, and I bite my tongue, trying not to make too much noise. It’s impossible to keep quiet when he’s fucking me against the wall the way he is. The orgasm I just had in the chair makes a reappearance, and I can’t think straight.

His breathing changes, his strokes shorten, and he pumps into me even faster, and I know it’s just a matter of time before he topples over the edge.

The moment I think it he shoves himself deep inside me. He pumps into me, releasing his load and I get a repeat of my own orgasm as he pushes me over the edge, too. I clutch onto him, my hand in his hair. His face is on my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

The orgasm lasts longer than I expect it to and when we’re finally done, I can barely stand. I lean against the wall even after he pulls out of me. I sag a little and watch him fix his pants. He looks at me as he pulls up the zipper, his face a little slack, still breathing hard.

“You’re fantastic,” he says.

He leans forward and pecks me on the lips. I smile weakly at him. He thinks I’m fantastic? God, he’s more than mind-blowing. I push away from the wall and start pulling my skirt back over my ass. I realize my panties disappeared and look around, searching for them. Wes bends down and finds them under a chair. He picks them up and holds them out to me, hanging from one finger.

I giggle shyly and take them from him.

It takes skill to pull them on over my heels, but I manage to get them up and settled underneath my skirt. I pull my tits together and tuck them into my bra before buttoning up my blouse. I don’t know what I look like. I can only hope I don’t look like I’d just had sex in the office if I do run into someone.

Wes sits down in the chair we just fucked in, and he looks at me. I glance at him and feel a little uncomfortable standing opposite him after we’ve done something so intimate.

“You okay?” he asks. I’m surprised that he asks.

“Do you think we’ll be okay after the whole thing with Leon?” I ask. Now that we’ve done it here at work again – something we never said we would do – I’m scared that it will come around and bite us in the ass again. I know he’s been fired, but I’m still scared that something is going to go wrong.

“Don’t worry about it,” Wes says. “It’s going to be okay.” He gets up and stretches as if his muscles are sore. Well, my body aches, too, but in a delicious way. “I need to get going. Are you coming?”

I look at the table and shake my head.

“I have to clean up a bit, I think,” I say. He nods and leaves the office without saying anything else to me. It’s not that I really want to clean up although the table can do with a good wipe down. It’s also that I want to be alone for a moment and think about what I’ve done.

We agreed we wouldn’t do anything at work because it wasn’t safe. Now that Leon is gone, that doesn’t mean that our jobs are safe and I was so serious about making it work between us without jeopardizing my career.

And now? I couldn’t even tell him no the first time he came on to me. What does that say about me? I know he’s irresistible, but I must be stronger than that.

I don’t want to be stronger, though. Not with him. Something about him makes me want to give it all up, give it all to him. I want to get wet and wild with him.

When I leave the meeting room and walk to the ladies’ room for a towel, I’m relieved that I seem to be the only one in the office. I was nervous that someone would be here and there would be questions – either someone asking me why I’m so late or that someone heard us. But the trip to the ladies’ room and back is without drama, and I wipe down the table.

The room doesn’t smell like sex, which is surprising after what we’ve done but I open the window a little while I’m busy, anyway. I make sure the chairs are where they need to be and when I’m done, I close the window again before I switch off the light and leave the meeting room.

When I leave the building, I realize I’ve redefined the term “working late.”