We all like a hot office fuck, yes?
Lucas did too.
Special thanks to Overthinker_UK for giving me the idea and for correcting all the mistakes in the draft with his red pen😊
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Lucas was working overtime. Again. He could imagine a much better way of spending his Friday evening than checking the reports of reckless employees who lacked attention to details or, what he suspected was more likely, couldn't give a shit about them, knowing that he'll find and correct all mistakes.
Only because he liked doing things properly they all assumed he must enjoy staying after hours to do their job. Nothing could be further from the truth. With each minute his irritation increased, reaching dangerous levels and he was glad no one else was in the office, otherwise he would be required to keep a professional attitude and after the heavy week he could not trust himself with that.
Cursing under his breath Lucas opened another file. One look at it told him who was the author. Her again! This woman was driving him mad. Not in a good sense, although he had to admit, she had the potential.
He liked looking at her slim figure, with great breasts that she was not afraid to show off, within the limits of the company dress code of course.
She was funny, with that slightly flirtatious attitude that always left him wondering if she was serious or not. Most of the time however she put him on edge with her unpredictability, total disdain for rules and procedures and her tendency to make fun of him for being exactly the opposite.
The second look at her report made him groan in despair. For fuck's sake! Why can't she for once do the job right. The rules and procedures are there to follow, they're designed to make work easier, streamlined and efficient, why can't she get that! Fucking rebel was making more work for him. She was probably having fun on her Friday night with her friends while he was still stuck here fixing her mistakes! So fucking selfish!
Lucas set to work, the report was littered with crap and it took him half an hour to get it to a semi decent state. She took creative license in so many places he wondered why she didn't try her luck in writing fantasy. At least she would not waste his time. Lucas didn't like fantasy, he was practical, down to earth and realistic.
Ranting away in his head, he didn't notice that the object of his rant was standing at the door for a while now, looking at him with interest.
After a minute or two a slight rustling made him aware of her presence. He turned with his chair.
"It's you!" he barked rudely, his professionalism momentarily forgotten. "What are you looking at?!"
He just spent half an hour fixing her abominable report and his patience was running thin.
"Is that my report you're swearing about?" she asked calmly, a slight smile in the corners of her mouth made her look cute and irritating at the same time.
Lucas stared at her for a moment undecided if he should be honest or polite.
"You don't have to answer sweetie, it's all over your face," she laughed and came closer.
Lucas thought that his earlier assumption was right, she must have been on her night out, dressed in tight jeans, high boots and quite revealing top she looked like she always did, incredibly sexy.
She stood right in front of him, he had to look up. It unnerved him a little.
"Is it that bad?" she asked again and leaned over to look at the screen. He could see her magnificent breasts trying to escape from the confinements of her top. By the look of it, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Lucas suddenly felt hot. Too close. She was standing too close, he couldn't think straight. A second later she made it infinitely harder when she put her hand on his thigh.
Fuck!
His dick stirred immediately. He could feel the heat of her hand through the trousers material. She moved it a little higher and looked in his eyes.
"Yes, it does seem really hard work. I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you?" Her hand moved up a bit more now touching his already hard dick.
Lucas shifted slightly. Her hand slid across the bulge in his trousers and he made great effort not to moan.
"Uhm, I...it's...it's not very professional..." he mumbled, feeling like an idiot.
"Of course it's not sweetie, but I do feel bad for giving you all that extra work."
One hand now outright massaging his dick, fingers of the other one lightly brushing his cheek, sliding to his chin, she lifted it up a little and leaned in to kiss him.
Her lips were soft, she tasted of wine and something else. Lucas' head started to spin. He tried to summon his anger again to help him fight the battle between his desire and professionalism. He was losing fast.
"Can't you just do your reports properly?" he asked weakly, when she moved her lips to his neck and his ear, grazing it lightly.
