Work drinks had run long and most people had already left, but a few people remained, sharing a table and talking over a late-night order of fries. As they said their goodbyes to another two, the group reconfigured their seating to take up less space in the busy bar. He got up and sat next to her, a move that would be easy to assume was coincidence if they hadn't been exchanging flirty looks all night long, and occasionally at work.
He slid into the booth close to her, closer than he needed to and close enough for her to smell him. He wore a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, exposing his forearms. She watched the muscles and veins move in his exposed flesh as she spoke, unconsciously biting her lip as she imagined the strength they possessed.
He leaned a little to the side as he laughed at another co-worker's joke, his shoulder jostling her arm enough so she spilled her drink. Their eyes met, the hunger still in hers met with the intensity of his gaze. She shifted her hips and felt her wetness dripping down onto her inner thigh.
She startled, surprised at the recognition and agreement in his face. She let out a soft, breathy moan and smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up slowly, one side faster than the other. He winked and took a sip of his drink before setting it down and leaving the table. She watched him walk away, his pants tight around his perfect ass. She tried to follow the conversation, but her thoughts ran wild, visions of him pressing her against bathroom stall doors, feeding his insatiable desire. She longed to be consumed, devoured, entangled in him.
Just as she decided to follow him and offer herself to him, consequences be damned, he walked back out, his eyes locked directly on her. She met his gaze, melting in the deep pools of his eyes.
He sat even closer than before, his knee pressing deliberately against hers. She met his pressure, releasing some of the tension building within her by chewing on her straw.
She longed to ignore the consequences and let him envelop her in his intensity. She imagined their weekly one-on-meetings taking longer than normal, them both arriving early and leaving slate, disheveled and happy.
"I've got this, don't worry," he said, reaching for the check as it arrived. "Boss pays, that's the deal," he chuckled.
"Well thanks anyway, even if it is just company policy," she said looking up at him, nudging him gently with her shoulder.
He pressed his leg harder against hers in response, as if fighting to occupy the same space. She inhaled sharply, the language of their bodies becoming clearer.
One by one the group began to leave, eventually leaving just the two of them. They stood in the parking lot next to her car, talking about nothing and slowly inching closer. She couldn't stop watching his lips as he talked and shuddered every time she caught his gaze dropping to survey her body. Their eyes met. She reached out to grab the belt loops of his pants and pulled him closer, feeling him press into her.
"God, I want you," he said in a throaty whisper, his breath warming her ear.
"Fuck, me too," she responded in a breathy moan.
He wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her into him, her back arching as she moved closer. She longed for more pressure, to suffocate in the weight of his desire. He kissed down her neck and into her cleavage, pawing at her heaving tits.
