"What's the matter with you? You look like shit."
Strutting through the glass doors of her modern office, designed with expensive white decor and smelling strongly of fresh coffee, his annoying voice made her sigh heavily.
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes.
It was 10 in the morning, and she was two hours late to work. His dark eyes scanned her stylish outfit, one that would have received dress code complaints if an ordinary employee had worn it, and her perfect makeup was a telltale sign that she spent a great deal of time getting ready this morning.
That, along with her stunning hairstyle, made it clear to everyone who cast a glance her way from their cubicles that she didn't simply oversleep.
She didn't get stuck in traffic.
She showed up late on purpose, and no one could do anything about it.
It was her company, after all.
"Sorry, didn't mean to upset you," he smirked as he clicked his black pen, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he watched her hang up her coat and put her lunch in the mini-fridge.
"You do look like shit, though. Thought you'd wanna know."
Anyone with any sort of decent vision would have deemed him as a madman.
One quick look at her appearance would prove his rude comment to be an utter lie. However, he wasn't talking about her overpriced outfit, but rather, the look of plain detestation on her face that appeared the very second she saw him sitting in her office.
"Why are you in my office?"
She stood to the right side of her desk, glaring down at the man who made himself rather comfy in her chair.
"No one's allowed in here unless I give them permission, and that includes you."
"Don't treat me like one of your damn assistants. I'm only here because you canceled three of our meetings, and I'm not letting you do it again. I don't wanna sit through them either, but business is business, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that," she grimaced, leaning against her desk.
"You're right. You're my co-founder, so you're not a regular employee, but this is my business. I'm the founder, CEO, and the person who can fire your ass if you keep pissing me off. Now get out of my chair."
A deep laugh served as his response.
"That was cute."
Turning a bit in the rotating chair, he leaned back, letting those eyes of his scan over her form once more. However, he didn't simply glanced at her outfit this time. Instead, he ran his eyes over every single curve that he so desperately wanted to run his hands across.
"Did you practice saying all of that in the mirror or somethin'?"
"I swear, if you don't get out of my office, I'll-"
"You'll what?" he smirked - flashed an expression as if to say, "I dare you to finish that sentence."
"I'll fire you."
And, with that, she had threatened to take his job away twice in about a minute or so.
He pushed himself out of her chair, but it wasn't to leave her office. That was made clear when he approached her, that smirk never leaving his handsome face.
"I'm getting really tired of this attitude of yours," he whispered.
He was close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her face.
"Am I gonna have to do something about it?"
"And what exactly can you do about it-"
Her sentence was abruptly cut off by him smashing his lips against hers.
He was quick to deepen the kiss, to not even allow her to take a breath, as if she tried, his tongue darted into her mouth. He swirled his tongue around hers as he moaned softly - and it was a cocky moan, one that showed just how much pleasure he was getting out of this.
He pulled away all too soon. He didn't want to, her mouth tasted absolutely delicious, but the two needed just a bit more privacy for everything he wanted to do with her.
He stepped away from her. He shut and locked her office door, and closed the blinds.
"What?" she smirked.
"Don't tell me you plan on trying to fuck the attitude out of me? Seriously?"
"That's right," he said, walking back over to her.
"When I'm finished fucking you stupid, you're gonna apologize for acting like an asshole. Got it?"
"Doubt it. I bet you'll finish in about ten or fifteen seconds, and you won't be able to make me cum at all."
This time, he was the one to smirk. He truly loved a challenge.
Slowly, he removed her clothes; it was the only thing he planned on doing slowly.
Swirling his tongue around her nipple, pinching her the one with his fingers, he could easily tell that she was tense.
The sound of her uneven breathing amused him as he sucked on her tit, as it was obvious she didn't want to relax and let herself moan in pleasure, unable to give him the satisfaction.
It didn't matter, though. While he planned on eliciting every single noise he could, licking and biting at her nipples was entirely for his pleasure.
He was the one who had to watch her prance around in all of those slutty tops, showcasing her cleavage more than her business products.
He dreamt of what it would be like to suck on those buttons of hers, and now, he was.
Once again, he didn't want to pull away. But, alas, the two of them didn't have all the time in the world. Anyone could interrupt their fun at any minute.
"I know we're in a hurry, pretty girl, but I gotta taste you."
He swiftly placed her right on top of her desk, and he lowered his head between her thighs.
"Go ahead," she said cockily. "I doubt you'll be able to find the cl-"
He found her clit instantly.
Not only did he find it, but he licked at it, rapidly flicking his tongue against it. He wrapped his arm around her thighs and held her pussy lips open with one hand, and with the other, he lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder.
Her fingers were instantly tangled in his hair. She couldn't keep her composure.
That goddamn idiot started to suck on her clit, moaning as he did so, and damn it all, she couldn't help but moan as well.
"Fuck you," breathlessly, she whined.
"Oh? You wanna fuck me?"
He teased, pulling away from her clit.
"Don't worry, baby. We'll get to the fucking. Just give me a minute."
He suddenly teased the entrance of her hole with his tongue, then returned to her clit, licking and sucking, sucking and licking.
The entire time, he moaned as he did so, and kept his eyes on her face. The fingers that weren't holding her pussy lips open dug into the plush of her thigh.
God - he was eating her out like a starving man, and as much as she wanted to kick him in the balls and laugh at him for not being able to please her, she didn't dare, as she couldn't even hide the fact that her orgasm was approaching.
"Oh my god," she moaned.
She was so close.
A wave of heat washed over her, and he had to press his hand against her stomach to get her to stop squirming. And that pressure only made her feel his tongue swirling around her pussy even more.
Her legs started to tremble around his head.
"Shit," she cried out.
It was as much of a warning as she could give.
