“Why, thank you Blake,” I reply, smiling. “You’re looking quite well yourself.”

“Why, thank you.” He lifts the brown bag, his own smile lighting his face. “I brought lunch, as planned. I suggest we eat in your office.”

“I agree,” I say, and lead the way, letting my hips sway a tiny bit more than necessary.

I close my office door behind us as Blake puts the food down on my desk. Then he casually walks to the door, locks it, and turns to me with a look of intense lust in his eyes.

Oh, geez!

“Jenny girl. I love that blouse. Red is definitely your color,” he says, and pulls me to him. He looks down at me, smiling, and nuzzles my mouth with his, which quickly turns into a full-on kiss. In seconds, we’re both breathing hard, with Blake’s erection pushing at my skirt impatiently.

“Oh, baby…” he smiles, and nips at my bottom lip, “you are always on my mind, you know that?”

“Good,” I say. “It makes me very happy to hear that.” And it does.

My pussy throbs, as if in agreement.

Meaning only to tease him, I put my hand on the bulge in his pants and press on it, rubbing it through his jeans. He groans quietly, and then pinches both of my nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through the layers of fabric covering them. They harden instantly, and his cock throbs under my hand in response.

“Wanna hear something weird?” he breathes, running his mouth along my neck. “I’ve always had this fantasy of having sex somewhere…”

“…where there’s a risk of being caught?” I finish for him.

“Yep,” he laughs. “You too?”

“Yes!” I press myself against him, “but I’ve never had a chance to make it happen.”

“No? Well, guess what I’m thinking right now,” he says, hands going to my ass.

Heat seems to bloom from the spot where his bulge is pressing against me. It travels through my body, concentrating in my center, which tightens and then loosens again, lazily.

The strength of my desire takes me by surprise. I laugh nervously. “Oh, man! But, it’s too risky today, Blake. When you came in, did you notice the big conference room is in use?”

“No. The only thing I noticed is you.” His hands start lifting my skirt, making my legs want to buckle and melt.

“Ahh, God…” I swallow, and try to step back. Smiling softly, he prevents me, holding me tightly against him. I can’t help but smile too. “Blake…listen. The board members are all in that room, having a meeting. Flora went out to get them lunch.”

“Ahhh…yes, that does make it even riskier,” he says. His hands don’t stop caressing my ass. His eyes never leave my face. “You think I can make you come with my dick again?”

He lifts my skirt all the way up, and slides his hand between my legs. My thighs part to give him access, completely involuntarily. One finger strokes me through the thin material of my panties, making my eyes close and my throat feel dry.

“Blake…I don’t…I…” Now, the finger pushes its way under my panties and finds me slick and wet. He slides his digit inside me and then backs out again, finding my throbbing button and giving it a gentle rub. “Ahhh, God,” I groan, quietly.

“You like that?” he murmurs, his voice also quiet but so intense. “I bet I can make you come real quick,” he murmurs, “and real hard.” He kisses me softly, then brings his glistening finger to his mouth. He sucks it clean, saying, “Mmmm, so fucking yummy.”

Oh shit, oh God, oh God….I should say no…I shouldn’t let him––literally––have his way with me like this, right here at work.

But nothing so sexy has ever happened to me before. Nothing so dangerous…so sizzling hot.

I’m trembling. I’ve never wanted…or needed…to be fucked so bad, never ached so much to feel a man’s cock filling me up.

But I’m scared too…so scared! “Blake, we shouldn’t…it’s not safe…”

His hands take me by the waist and turn me around. “Jennifer, my girl,” he whispers, “you’re safe with me. Don’t you know that yet? Don’t you know how much I care about you, how bad I want you?”

His hands are lifting my skirt, and pulling my panties down at the same time. “How bad I wanna make you mine? I want it all, Jennifer. Marriage. Kids. I hope you know what you’re getting into, because I want the whole nine yards, all of it. With you.”

This is so familiar…with a start, I remember my dream and goose bumps jump up all over my skin.

I’ve never wanted to believe anything so much as I want to believe what his low, sexy voice is saying to me, right now.

I arch my back against him as he lets his pants down. Breathing fast but quietly, he rubs his hardness against my soft wetness, and then glides into me like that exquisite dream.

He pushes himself into me insistently, all the way inside, grunting softly in that hot, animal way he has. Taking me deeply and urgently; in a few thrusts he makes the white pleasure flare.

He does that rocking thing that he does, that side-to-side, grinding and rocking….he rocks me hard and fast, and it is…so….good, so so good.

My eyes close and my jaw goes slack as the forceful, profound pleasure rises and rises, and it’s all I can do to keep quiet; I don’t know how I’ll keep quiet, and a moan escapes me before I can stop it.

“Shhhh,” he whispers, “shhh, shhh, baby,” and his hand goes over my mouth, one of his fingers seeking entrance between my teeth, where I chew and suck on it gently, drooling on his hand as he fucks me, deeper and harder, faster, and faster.

“Hnnnnnhh,” he whisper-growls, and his cock gets harder still as every stroke lays blinding pleasure into my pussy, making my flesh contract now, as if it’s pulling the pleasure into its own depths, and oh god….oh god….right…here…I’m gonna….uunnhh….uhhhnnn….oh shit…I’m coming…oh god…I’m coming!

My breath catches, my whole body seems to pause, waiting as he maintains the pace, his hardness, his lust and his own pleasure all converging within me.

I bite down on his finger as I come hard, all over his cock, the deep, intense orgasm spreading from my clit through my canal and overtaking my entire body. My legs shake, and my pussy convulses again and again, grasping and drawing his own orgasm from his throbbing shaft, greedily sucking it dry in spasm after spasm of hot, wet pleasure.

* * *

Breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear, Blake re-arranges his pants and takes a seat on the small couch in my office. He holds up his finger and shows me the shallow dents my teeth made when my jaw clamped on it a moment ago.

“Oops! Sorry.” I smile. “I didn’t realize I was biting down that hard. But maybe you should watch where you put your fingers when you’re fucking me.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. It didn’t really hurt. I was too busy blowing my load to feel anything but pleasure.”

I open the window in my office and then make a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, straighten up my make-up and erase any evidence of our secret deed.

The front office is still deserted, the conference room door still closed. In the bathroom, I fix myself up and go back to my office, and then Blake takes a moment to freshen up himself.

Afterwards, we open up the styrofoam containers holding our lunches and grin at each other when we find both meals are still warm. The fragrant smell of chicken and parmesan sauce fills my office, hopefully covering any lingering smell of sex.

Only about ten minutes have passed.

“That was fucking amazing,” Blake says quietly, as we munch away hungrily. “The most amazing, and quickest, quickie, I think I’ve ever had,” he adds.

“It’s definitely one of the more adventurous sessions I’ve ever had,” I agree. “I’m glad we got away with it,”

“We should do it again,” Blake says.

We smile at each other and then Blake’s phone rings.

He takes the call and once he hangs up, he tells me about it and our discussion turns to work matters. Finishing up lunch, I print out the reports I have prepared so far and we become deeply involved in a planning session for upcoming contracts which the firm wants to bid on.

At bit later, Flora knocks and then pokes her head in through the doorway. “Hi, you two,” she says, her voice quiet.

“Hi,” we reply, in unison.

“Are those suits still here?” Blake asks.

“Yes, I just brought them lunch.” Flora glances back over her shoulder. “I was in the conference room kitchenette after I served it to them. I guess they didn’t realize I was still in there. I heard them talking about you. ” Her voice is just above a whisper.

“Who? Me?” Blake says.

“Yes. Well, both of you.”

“Oh?” We look at each other with raised brows. Then Blake sits back and puts his hands behind his head. “Well? What were they saying?”

She glances back once more, comes in and closes the office door behind her. “They were talking about payroll and contractual liability,” she whispers. “And what they want to do when your contract is up, Blake.”

Blake looks at me and then back at Flora.

“They’re delighted with the safety and compliance program that you have implemented so far. They said it covers them for due diligence very well.”

“They should be happy with it, considering they had fuck-all in place before they hired me. Their asses are well-covered now.”

Flora nods. “That’s what they said, pretty much. However…” She shifts uncomfortably. “They seem to think that, thanks to your training, Jennifer’s skills will be at a level that will allow her to take over your position when your contract is up in three months. And…they’ll be rid of your expensive payroll liability and ah…um…well, they called you a ‘shit-stirrer’.” She makes an apologetic grimace. “Sorry, Blake.”

“It’s cool. I am a shit-stirrer. And I am expensive.” He grins.

“Yeah well they also said that you’re stupid for not signing the two-year contract with them. They were snickering, saying it’s like you handed all this money to them.” Her face is pinched. “They sound like a bunch of hyenas. Jesus!”

Blake surprises us both by laughing. “I couldn’t care less what these clowns think of me. What’d they say about Jenny?”

“They said she’s “cheap” in comparison.” She looks at me now. “And that you’re a hard worker, Jenny, and they like that you don’t complain…that you ‘tow the party line.’ They weren’t surprised you needed a day off, only that it didn’t happen sooner. They figure you’ll just take over Blake’s job at the same rate of pay you’re getting now. Which is way less than Blake gets. Then, after that, you’ll just get the usual annual raise.” She wrinkles her nose. “Which won’t be much.”

“That’s it? That’s all they plan to pay me for doing Blake’s job?”

“Um. Not just Blake’s job. Your job, too. They won’t be hiring an assistant for you.”

Blake lets out a guffaw, but it sounds uneasy. “Jesus Christ! These people are unreal, aren’t they?”

“Shhh….” Flora warns him. “They might hear you!”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” He shakes his head and then looks at me. “Well, I guess I’ll need to make plans earlier than I thought. I’m not waiting around for them to drop the axe on me, fuck that.”

“What? Wait, wait! What are you…don’t leave me holding the ball! I’m not ready to take on all your responsibilities, Blake!” Panic starts to rise in my chest.

“I know, I know….it’s cool, shhh, listen, listen, we’ll figure something out.” He holds his hand out to me before cutting his eyes to Flora. Then he quickly pulls it back into his lap.

Blake and I look at her, then at each other, then we both look out the window, all innocence, at the same time.

Flora’s watching this, eyes gleaming. “Okaaayy…um. I better get back out there. Lunch break is over.”

She stands up, not bothering to hide her smirk, and hurries out, closing the door behind her.

“Okay, did you see that? She knows for sure now, Blake,” I say. “I told you she’s been onto us from the beginning.”

“I don’t give a fuck who knows what about us anymore. They’re planning on turfing me, so what do I care? The only reason to care is for your sake. And you don’t exactly love being employed here, either.”

He’s right….or at least, he was right yesterday. Today, though…today? Things seem different.

“True,” I say, but I’m hesitant.

“We should both just quit on them. Fuck ‘em. Walk out. There’s a no-fault clause in my contract that allows either party to cancel under mutual agreement. I’m sure they’ll agree since they’re ready to kick me to the curb anyway.” He pauses for breath, then rushes on. “And, there’s no penalty for you for leaving, since the probationary period works both ways. They’d be in a bad spot, which would serve them right for their treachery.”

“Also true. But hold on, Blake. I…I’m not ready to make any hasty decisions. You should never walk away from a job unless you have another job to go to. Even if it is a shitty job.”

“This job is only going to get shittier if you stay, Jen. They plan to work you half to death for pennies, by the sounds of it.”

I’m glad that he cares, but I don’t know why he thinks I’m such a push-over.

“What makes you think I’ll just fall into line and let them?” My voice is defiant. “Besides, Mom made a good point about this the other day. She said that something might change, things might get better. And something else might materialize before your contract is up. There’s still three months to go.”

He stares at me, that indescribable expression playing across his face again. “If it was any other company, I’d agree with you. But the thing is….” He runs his hand through his crew-cut and looks away, thinking. He lets out a sigh. “Alright. Listen. We’ll play it by ear then. But I’m gonna start looking….”

His phone sounds a text notification. He takes it out of his pocket and looks at it. “Ahhh, shit! You gotta be kidding me…”

“What now?”

“My…ugh, dammit! I…just a minute.” He types out a text, thumbs flying. He waits, receives something back, reads it and groans. “I gotta go. My cousin….” He gets another text. He looks at it and responds quickly, then gets another text, and then answers that. “I…shit, Jenny! I gotta go. Family emergency.” He heads for the door.

Seeing the alarmed look on my face, he stops and kisses me. “Well, it’s an emergency…of a sorts. My cousin…” His text goes off again, causing him to curse as he reads it, but I can see there’s a smile playing around his lips. “Damned old fart! Can never tell when he’ll do something nuts….motherfucker!”

“Blake? What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain later. He’s here…my cousin who had the stroke…? Fuck! This is crazy, even for him. He’s at my trailer…he’s here! I gotta go!” He’s striding quickly towards the front exit now. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

And just like that, he’s gone.