As a secretary working in a busy financial institution, I got used to the security staff making their rounds. Without fail, three times during my work day, a pair of officers would come onto the 13th floor where I worked. There were many uniformed faces; however, my day was always made when it was Sarg.
Built like a rugby player with the demeanour of an old timey gentleman, he always seemed glaringly out of place and yet right at home in his uniform. When he was on patrol, he always stopped to flirt with me and would never leave the floor without making me smile. He knew my name and he used it every time he saw me. His low, rough voice around my name felt like fingertips across my skin every time he said it.
I knew he was on shift today and I also knew that I would be staying late to catch up on paperwork from a very busy weekend. On my coffee break earlier today, I had stopped at an artisan donut shoppe and picked up two of their best flavours... it was my birthday and I was feeling daring. My goal was for Sarg to indulge me with a donut at my desk once my boss had left for the day.
As five o'clock approached and passed, my floor emptied of employees going home for the night. At five thirty my boss emerged from his office on his way to meet his wife for dinner. Behind my goodbye smile, I felt my heart begin to quicken and I wondered, not for the first time today, if this was a good idea. But, as the elevator door closed behind my boss, I stood up to clear off the end of my desk, determined to enjoy my donut.
Despite his utility belt, heavy with all of his tools (his baton and handcuffs; keys, gloves and pockets of mystery), he was surprisingly light on his feet. I didn't hear him coming up the stairs and, lost as I was in my own thoughts, I didn't hear him until he was beside me. When he said my name, I jumped, heat creeping up my neck.
"Oh, hello. I'm surprised to see you," my voice sounded breathless and I was hoping he would blame that on the fright.
"I always patrol at this time. I am surprised to see YOU," he cocked a crooked grin at me.
"It was a busy weekend and I've got paperwork to catch up on," I gestured limply at the cluttered desk. "I also didn't really want to be alone for my birthday and was hoping to share a donut with you." The words came out in a soft breathless rush as the heat found my cheeks. I felt like a teenage schoolgirl: smiling around my lip caught between my teeth, eyes looking anywhere but him. The silence stretched and I was sure he would say no. As I tilted my head to look at him and apologize for my boldness, he smiled.
"I can't have a beautiful woman spending her birthday alone. Plus all law enforcement officers do love their donuts."
I turned away from my desk then and faced him squarely as he took a step closer to me. I knew all of my tells were on display; from my right hand playing with my necklace and drawing his eye to my cleavage, to the change in my breathing that only comes from arousal. I knew he knew that this wasn't just about the donut.
Another step closer and my fingers fumbled my necklace, splaying across the warm soft skin of my chest before gently stroking across my skin. His eyes tracked my every move as I backed up and my thighs hit the desk.
"Is a donut all you want?" He closed the distance with a final step. He was a handspan away from me now and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. As my gaze travelled up his body, I felt my body arching toward him, my tongue making a brief appearance to wet my lips as I looked at his. When my eyes found his, they were hot pools of melted chocolate. "Since it's your birthday, I feel you deserve some kind of a gift."
My body betrayed me then, as a soft needy whimper found it's way through my lips. He didn't break eye contact as he lowed his mouth to mine, hovering a whisper above my lips, waiting for something. As need unfurled through my body, I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth to his.
His utility belt made it impossible for him to step into my body, filling the aching emptiness between my legs. As my body arched further into his, he lifted me onto the corner of my desk. As his lips opened, his searching tongue caused my mouth to bloom open for his entry. He tangled one hand in the hair against the back of my head while sliding the other around my waist.
His lips left mine and it took a moment for me to open my eyes. "Hello there," his brown eyes alight with mischief. He threw a half grin my way before kissing my jaw, my neck, the small dip behind my earlobe. Then, his voice hardly more than a warm summer breeze against my ear. "Tell me what you want. Let me pleasure you." Teeth scraped across my earlobe as my head lolled the other way giving him unlimited access to my neck. The whisper of my name against my neck was a question. The murmur of my name against my jaw was an invitation. The purr of my name against the corner of my lips was a demand.
"I want you," my voice was shaky and low, huskier than I had ever heard it. I had never been so bold, but any embarrassment I may have felt was swallowed by the desire slowly turning my body into a hotspring.
His tongue ran from my collarbone to my ear in a single warm unbroken stroke as his hand left my head and settled on my knee. My body shivered under his touch and I felt his smile against my skin. As his fingers walked higher on my leg, his voice came back to my ear: low, husky and breathless. "I'm going to touch you, unless you say no." His fingers lingered two, three unbearable seconds at the hem of my skirt until I whimpered and spread my legs further. He smiled again as he nibbled his way back to my lips. Looking into my eyes, I could see he made a decision. "I'm going to be your birthday present." A shy smile, discordant with his fingers on my inner thigh. "I've wanted you for months," his forehead pressed to mine, eyes never straying from my own. "You are absolutely amazing."
His finger grazed the warm, damp fabric of my panties as my teeth caught my lip and I moaned low and soft. A small smile before he licked his tongue over my lip and the small indentations from my teeth. As my lips pressed against his, opening to his tongue, his finger started rubbing faster, harder, flicking over my clit and toying at my opening.
Suddenly his fingers and lips were gone and he was stepping back slightly. My breathing was ragged as I watched him unclip his radio moving it out of the way. He then undid his baton and unhooked his keys, laying them on the desk beside me. His eyes caught mine, shining brightly, "I'm going to take off your panties."
He paused and I nodded my head, adjusting my body so he could take them off. Hooking his fingers into the waistband he tugged smoothly, trailing his fingertips down my legs as he took the maddening fabric off. He placed them on top of his baton and leaned close, lips next to my ear. "Fingers or tongue, birthday girl?"
The heat which had left my face suddenly came back as I blushed and hid my face in his shoulder. Fuck, he smelled good. My fingers ran over his chest but I felt his protective vest rather than his chest. "Tongue," I whispered against his neck.
