Harry Cunningham was hot. And a little bit bothered. He loosened his tie and blew out a breath before shuffling to his feet. The only sound in the unbearably stuffy office was the noise of his colleague's nimble fingers flying across the keyboard several feet away from him. Harry pulled the tie over his head and slipped open another button on his white shirt. He noticed her bottom lip curl slightly under her teeth but she never looked up. Harry stretched his back and swung his arms over his head. The clacking was ceasless. He allowed himself another quick glance. A tendril of blonde hair was matted somewhat to her forehead, her skin damp. Beautiful brown eyes focused, concentrated. Professional. She swallowed before her lips parted slightly and she touched her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. Harry swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to fight the images that plagued his brain. Nikki's tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Nikki naked on his desk, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he plunged his tongue inside her. Fully clothed Nikki clenching her teeth into his shoulder as he slipped a hand up her skirt and into her knickers. Nikki moaning his name, wrapping silky legs around him as he gently bit a nipple and massaged those amazing tits. She was driving him crazy today. Some days were easier to handle than others. Some days he had complete control of himself, could maintain a friendly but professional countenance. Then other days, days like today...days when it had been some time when he had had any relief...self administered or otherwise and she was being aloof and gorgeous and dressed for court and it was finally warm...no hot..after a seemingly endless winter and he couldn't help staring at her mouth, her neck...her breasts...why why why did she have to be wearing THAT top. Harry could feel his boxers tightening but continued to stare at her, willing her to look at him. She wouldn't. He marched over to the window and roughly shoved it further open with no relief. The air was thick, heavy, still. He glanced at the sky, it was grey and suffocating...but there was a suggestion of thunder...of blissful rain, blissful wetness. Harry heard the printer splutter into life then die just as abruptly.
She pushed back her chair and stood, leaning over the desk, still focused on the computer screen, snapping print print print over and over again. Harry turned his head. Pen clenched between her teeth. Bare legs in kitten heels. Grey pencil skirt which made her incredible ass look even more bloody incredible. Sleeveless white blouse which he could see her bra strap through.
"We sort of match today Nikki, god have we been working together so long we've finally started dressing alike? Like some geriatric American tourists".
Nikki frowned and moved a strand of hair out of her face before turning on the printer.
"What Harry? Shit...I'm going to be so late. What is wrong with this thing?. It hates me. It always acts up when I really need something".
Harry placed a hand on her hip to move her out of the way. Fingers splayed far apart, leaving his hand in place several seconds longer than should be appropriate between colleagues. She didn't appear to notice. He was a regular feature in her personal space why would she notice?. Harry inhaled her perfume, the subtle smell mixed with the intoxicating scent of her warm skin. Her eyes were trained on the clock on the wall. She looked to Harry pleadingly. He leaned close to her, his mind in overdrive. He shifted towards her slightly, his bicep grazed the side of her breast. She leaned over and opened the cover on the offending printer. "Shit theres a jam" she hissed through gritted teeth and began to roughly yank a crumpled piece of paper from the machine.
Harry placed a hand on her arm.
"If you treat it more kindly it might cooperate with you a little more...a bit like my good self"
"Have I offended you in some way today?" she asked raising an eyebrow as he gently tugged the paper free. Harry scrunched the paper tightly in his fist and leaned towards her smiling. "You've barely said two words to me"
"Are you feeling a little neglected?" she whispered, her breath hot on his face.
Harry's heart pounded as he held her gaze. The stillness of the office heightened the sound of their breathing. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest. His mouth went dry. Her phone rang.
"I'm on the way Leo. I'm experiencing some technical difficulties. Harry is fixing the printer for me though, we have to get a new one. I'm sick of it. Either it goes or I do". She was pacing and looking at the clock again. Harry turned his body away from her as he bent down towards the printer again. She had placed him in such agony he actually couldn't wait until she was out the door and he was left to his own...devices. She ended the call with Leo and put her hands on her hips.
"Any joy?"
Harry maintained his position with his back to her. She approached him as he began pressing buttons. Finally, exasperated she unplugged the machine at the wall and then plugged it back in. It sprang to life and began spewing sheets of paper. She smiled triumphantly. "Not just a very pretty face"
Nikki noted the addition of the word 'very' and locked eyes with him. Her phone rang again.
" I'm coming Leo I'm Coming". "I really wish she was Leo I really wish she was" he mumered under his breath.