Sighing while putting your hair behind your ear again, you frown at the sound of the vacuum cleaner outside of your office without looking up from your computer screen. The noise is annoying, but you don't want to stop what you're working on to shut the door. Being that this is Christmas
Eve, as the office decorations are constantly reminding you, you are trying to get out of your workplace as soon as possible. Probably why you turned off the lights in your office and the only light is coming from your computer screen. Two hours late, you wonder again how you were manipulated by your boss to stay behind to finish this research and put the report together for him to review when he leaves in the morning to read while on his plane to Barbados.
Barbados,
you think.
I could sure use a relaxing vacation. Of course, had I left when I was supposed to, I could be getting a VERY good workout right now that would help out with the kinks and such.
Even still working, you smile to yourself at the thought, then frown at the reminder that you were missing out on it right now.
The click of your office door brings you out of your thoughts. Your head snaps up, wondering if the cleaning people had closed your door, only to realize you don't hear the sounds of their cleaning anymore anyway. A slight noise grabs your attention to the side of the room, but you can't see anything, thanks to the combination of the dark and the fact you have been staring at the screen for way too long.
"Hello?" you call out.
Brilliant. Maybe they'll answer with a "Merry Christmas" before grabbing me.
You step out from behind the desk, your heart rate picking up a little as you try to discern whether or not you were alone in this room with no other way out than the door on the other side. You move down to the left side while keeping your back to the wall, your eyes searching back and forth, cursing the fact you don't have better running shoes on than your 5-inch heels. Well, they do go better with the gray slacks and white dress shirt you were wearing.
You bump into something solid on your left that is up against the wall. Seeing as how there isn't supposed to be anything there, you mentally curse yourself as you were looking out into the middle of the room and wasn't paying attention to the direction you were actually headed. So you're not all that surprised to feel hands quickly grab you and spin you around, one arm wrapped around your middle trapping your arms and the other hand covering your mouth. You find yourself facing the dark surface of the wall, shadows now starting to appear as your eyes are now adjusting to the dark.
"Shhhhhh..." The sound comes from a male voice, you can tell that much. The realization that you are alone here with this person immediately jacks your heart rate up and you start shaking. Suddenly your nostrils flare, and you catch the scent of a certain cologne you are
very
familiar with. Your trembling now has switched gears and it's no longer from fear. Your heart is pumping with anticipation instead of being terrified.
"Are we good now?" you hear breathed into your ear. You concentrate on nodding, while the breath you feel is sending shivers across your skin. You feel the lips that are responsible move from your ear to the back of your neck. The shivers on your skin intensify. "Good. I didn't mean to scare you, just surprise you. I didn't think you'd want the cleaning crew to know that I snuck in here," I say. Each word is sending more heat and lip movement onto your neck and the feeling is doing quite a number on you. You feel my arms loosen and slide to grasp your wrists. I guide your hand to the wall, pressing them palm down on the smooth surface. I rewrap one arm around your waist, while the other hand clears away the light curls away from your neck, exposing more of your weakness to me. Applying light kisses to the area, I press my body more firmly to yours, and you are aware of my excitement. How could you miss it, while pressed directly onto your ass? You press back, easily accomplished with the wall for support.
The groan vibrates directly onto your neck, and you feel the growl that accompanies it. You begin a grind onto my cock through both our slacks that most exotic dancers would envy. The kissed on your neck intensify with sucking and biting, which in turn send electrical currents to your nipples and clit. You feel yourself moisten, and bite your lip while moaning. It's a torturous cycle that increases the passion. Your neck is definitely going to have a mark by this point, as the biting and sucking have gotten way out of control.
And I really don't care,
you realize.