"Oh God YES!" Diane groaned to the man pounding into her.
The blonde, immaculately dressed, Chicago lawyer was in the middle of what she'd call fantastic sex. And it wasn't just any sex, it was after-hours sex in her office and it was hot and sweaty.
He'd barged into her office, demanding an answer on a long-ago asked question.
She'd rebuffed him, telling him that it wasn't an appropriate time.
He'd pushed her for an answer.
She stood her ground.
His frustrations lead to a guttural growl, which made her laugh.
Her laugh was irresistible, and before she knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against hers. Tongues, teeth, lips, biting, panting, growling, whimpering…and then the clothes started being removed.
Her skirt became bunched at her hips, his pants dropped to the ground, desperation preventing him from removing them. His boxers around his knees, her panties pushed to the side, the hot promised land open to his touch. His fingers brought her to a quick climax, his mouth dampening her scream of satisfaction.
In haste they swiped the desk clean. She turned, presenting her delectable rump to him, and he couldn't wait. He took his hard cock in hand and pushed into her. Her groan of satisfaction echoed off her glass desk.
She pushed back against him, groaning again, "more!"
His fingers reached around, stroking her clit, sending her into a second orgasm. He held on, hoping to pull one more from her.
"Come on, give me one more Diane!"
"Yes, yes!" she was losing her mind. "Oh god, Adrian!"
"What?"
"ADRIAN!"
"Diane, what the fuck? You're thinking about HIM?" Kurt's thrusting slowed.
"No! It's Adrian, at my door! Shit!"