It had been a couple days since their date. Surprisingly they were doing ok at work. They kept their relationship strictly professional. Although on the Wednesday following the Sunday of their date things got a little heated....
"Chloe!" Damien yelled from his office.
I don't know why that man doesn't use the intercom system. I'm not his keeper!
Chloe thought to herself as she sighed and got up from her desk to make the ten feet to Damien's office door.
"Yes sir."
He looked her up and down for a good 3 minutes before he responded.
She looks so fucking hot today. No, everyday! She wears the hell out of pencil skirts.
Today she had on a black pencil skirt with a silk green blouse tucked into her skirt. She had left the top two buttons open with only enough sight to see the shadow of her cleavage. She also had on a pair of her infamous closed toe platform shoes, today in black with a rhinestone covered strap around her ankles.
Chloe waited another minute of him ogling her to again make her presence known, although he was well aware of it.
"Damien?"
He still didn't respond so she turned around to go back to her desk. She actually had work to do and standing in his door while he stared at her with lust in his eyes was not one of them. Before she made it two steps the next thing she knew, she was against the wall looking into the scowling face of Damien. He had her wrist grasped in his hands and his hips holding her hips hostage. She felt his erection as soon as he finished with the push to get her against the wall. She was wet instantly but tried her hardest to not let on to him.
"Didn't I call you?"
"Yes."
"Then where the hell are you going?"
"Back to work Damien. I responded to you twice. You were obviously too busy staring at me to comprehend that."
"I'm getting tired of your smartass mouth?"
"What the hell__
Before she finished her sentence his mouth was on her like lightening. They hadn't had any sexual contact since that night in the limo. They'd come to work and she steal glances while he'd stare but at the end of the day they'd go home to their separate residences. He'd call her to make sure she made it home but that was it. He wanted to give her her space but he couldn't take it anymore.
Moans filled Damien's law office as they both succumbed to the passion they had been denying each other.
"Chloe," Damien moaned as he kissed down behind her ear and started sucking on her neck. "I've got to have you baby. You're killing me."
"Ooo...yes Damien. Yes." Chloe moaned as he sucked on her neck. She was so caught up in the pleasure he was giving her to even know what she'd agreed to.
He kept a hold of one of her hands and started pulling her toward his office. Didn't want anyone coming in on them did they? They weren't the only office on this floor. It was a little after 4 and most people had started filling out for the day but there were definitely people still in the building.
As he started pulling her, Chloe replayed what just happened in her head and realized what was about to go down. They were going so good she just didn't want things to be messed up. She LOVED sex and definitely wanted Damien to pleasure her but she felt they needed a little more connection as not to ruin anything.
"Wait Damien, wait we can't. DAMIEN!" Chloe tried to pull her hand from his and get through his lust crazed mind but he wasn't having it.
"Nope, too late Chloe. Your ass is mine, right now!"
He pulled her along with him into his office and slammed the door. He had floor length windows along one wall were a round circular conference table was with five chairs. He had his desk on the other side of the room with two chairs in from of it and in the center of the room were two leather couches with a center table in the middle with a mini bar behind one couch.
He then proceeded to pull her over to the conference table, moved a chair out of his way, picked her up by her waist and set her on the table. He then started ripping her clothes off, starting with her blouse. He grabbed the lapels and tore it right down the middle, buttons flew everywhere.
"DAMIEN." Chloe managed to gasp out. She was so turned on beyond her wildest dreams that she never thought of stopping him once he told her her ass was his.
He pulled the ripped shirt out of her skirt, ripped her skirt up the split and then pulled both off of her; he left her killer heels on and pushed her back onto the table. He spread her legs and dived in.
