He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into his chair. Running his fingers through his hair, he took stock of the bullpen and the rest of the empty desks. The silence never unnerved him any more. It was SOP after a long, grueling case and a welcome respite while he finished up the necessary forms and all the required governmental duplicates and triplicates. Tonight was different, somehow. He supposed he was just tired. He leaned back in his chair, swinging his long legs up to the desk at the same time and closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes and it was daylight and there she was. God, he loved to look at her. Her super sexy smile, the curvaceous hips and her luxuriant hair. How he would love to take the pins out of her French twist, one at a time, just to watch the tendrils come loose in his fingers. He turned his head and realized that they were in any empty, surprisingly well-lit warehouse and completely alone. Naked. He raised his eyebrow slightly in wonder then shrugged his shoulders. I'll take it. As he watched her slowly brush out her hair, he became aware that his hand was slowly stroking the hard, hot head of his desire.
Ding. The elevator chime went off. He jerked awake and in his disorientation thought he was still dreaming. His left hand was still stroking and squeezing. It finally dawned on him and he was not asleep, but still horny as hell. Great. He quickly rearranged his jeans and stood up to tuck in his shirt, thankful Tony had not caught him in this compromising situation. He lifted his eyes and there across the room were those eyes, her hypnotic gaze looking up and down the length of him. He swore that not only was she smiling, but she was licking her lips as well.
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She trudged wearily up the stairs, her heels hooked on her fingertips. It had been a long, long night. Scanning files for digital storage was the most grueling, and not to mention, completely unsexy, duty she had ever been assigned. She didn't desire to be a field agent, she preferred the comforts of home too much. This was the second time in 6 months that the director had asked for a large group of files to be completely inventoried and scanned. She really hoped that it wasn't some kind of punishment for an unknown transgression. Being low woman on the totem pole in the clerk's office meant she got the short end of the stick. And dick, she thought, seeing as I can't catch anyone's eye in or outside of work if I am kept working in the dark like this.
At the top of the stairs, she slipped her shoes back on and fluffed her hair. You never know, she reminded herself, he could be here, working all night again. Maybe he would want to go for breakfast, coffee, a little something more? She slowly walked towards the cluster of desks and stopped short. He was there all right, looking sweet, sexy and vulnerable as he dozed. She tilted her head to admire him from afar and caught movement in his lap. Slowly, his hand was stroking and squeezing in a regular rhythm. His large hand did little to disguise the throbbing head of a nicely proportioned cock. She gasped slightly as her nipples hardened and her panties became damp. She was lost in her reverie, smiling and licking her lips when the elevator chime made her jump. She looked at the door, but it didn't open. She looked back and smiled as she watched him hurriedly fix his clothes, licking her lips again. When he finally looked up it was straight into her eyes.
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"Good morning, Special Agent McGee, you're here early." She gave him a sweet smile, hoping to engage him in more than a brief conversation.
"Ah, no, actually, I was here all night. Jessie, right?" His uncertainty only endeared him to her more.
"Yep, that's me. Hey, I was on my way out to get some coffee, would you like me to bring you some?"
That's not the kind of relief he needed right now and they both knew it. This time, he licked his lips and said, "How about we go together?"
How could she say no? Looking at his sweet, earnest face and his total control over what must be a very painful case of blue balls, she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. "Sure, I'm sure we'll find something to refresh us both."
He grinned. And licked his lips again as she unconsciously sashayed into the elevator in front of him. He wasn't sure on the ride down if she stood so close to him to shield his enormous erection or to rub her bottom against it, but he was grateful either way.
They stopped at the nearest kiosk and ordered lattes. Sipping them and slowly walking away from the building, he realized that she was steering him towards the row of former offices in the shadows behind the chapel. He smiled at the thought of being alone with her, finally getting her in his arms.
Her voice snapped him out of his reverie. "You know, Agent McGee, there are remedies for the kind of discomfort you are experiencing."
"Really? On-the-job remedies? Oh, and call me Tim."
"Well, Tim," she purred as she took his hand and drew him into a deep alcove. Setting their coffees on the ground gave him a full view of her cleavage, her soft round breasts swinging as she bent with her luscious ass in the air. "I happen to know a few home remedies that might help. I guess they could be used at work, in a pinch."
"I'm game, let's hear it."
