She playfully messages him in the morning about lifting up her skirt later and when he first lays eyes on her, she knows that is exactly what he is thinking about. The day is business as usual, but both anticipate the moment they will be left alone, to really get after the important things.
The workday is beyond frustrating. On any given Friday most everyone has left for the day by early afternoon, but today is different. There are more problems, more tasks, and more people. She just wants them all to leave. If they leave, he'll finally take me here, if they go, I can touch him, comfort him, make this stress dissolve. But they don't leave and the work keeps coming.
She closes the door to take a call and is immediately berated by a co-worker for the task at hand. She tries to listen, knowing that the office is empty and the time is running short. At some point, her boss checks in to see that all is okay and she wraps the call. They discuss the mysterious conflict, but that's really not what either wants to do. Deciding to let it all wait until Monday, he takes her hand and leads her into his office. This is what she's been hoping for all day.
He pulls her towards his desk, into his firm body, and kisses her. They devour each other like they can't get enough. She's tense and stressed and has to try hard to sink into this, to enjoy it, to relish it. He knows that this is her fantasy and he wants it to meet her expectations. He pulls her close, hands on her hips, kissing her sensually and enjoying her scent.
They stand together in the middle of the room connecting and she needs this moment to settle and reset from her previous mindset. She takes a minute to really breathe and focuses on the moment, but once she's there, things start to get good. As he kisses her, he grabs her hips, feels her body everywhere, and slinks her skirt up to her hips, just as she had fantasized.