A/N: Very NC 17... lots of smut! This popped into my head one day and I had to write it down. Not sure if I will continue it unless you guys really want me to. So please read and review and I am open to suggestions.

Disregarded Love

Chapter 1

Roughly her back slammed against the wall. Strong male hands slid up her side and into her hair. Her hands, in return, explored his body. Quickly she undid the buttons of his expensive silk shirt. He on the other hand devoured her sweet mouth groaning as she made quick work of the button and zipper on his trousers. He pulled back briefly running his hand under her dress to quickly pull it up and off of her. They were a tangled mess limbs as they disrobed each other. The passion that consumed them could be matched by no other. Soon he was left in boxers and she in a matching panty set. He wasted no time in hoisting her up and setting her upon the large mahogany desk. She looked at him through hooded eyes as he stared at her appreciatively.

He placed rough passionate kisses all along her neck as he unclasped her bra. He removed it then tossed it haphazardly behind him. She giggled as he kissed his way to her pert breasts. He rubbed the pad of his thumbs over her nipples delighted that they responded readily. She threw her head back as captured one pebbled nipple in his mouth. The other breast being tenderly mauled by his hand. His free hand wandered to her center. He pulled her soaked panties to the side as he delved two fingers into her molten core. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair as she rode out an orgasm. Only he could do this to her. Only he could pleasure her so quickly and completely.

He kissed his way down her taut stomach as he pushed her back. She understood as she lay back on the oversized desk. He kept uncluttered just for this reason. He hooked his fingers through both sides of her under ware. She lifted herself up slightly in order to aide him in removing the garment. That too was thrown aside landing atop a lamp. His gaze darkened as he stared at his perfect prize. How he loved to toy with her. She was always so responsive and quick to cum under his ministrations. He languidly licked her up her hot, wet, sweet slit. She hissed at the contact trying not to call out. After all she did not want the whole office to know what went between the two.

She was writhing in frustration as he licked and suckled right to the brink then backed off. He smiled as she groaned unhappily as he denied her completion. Abruptly he stood and stripped himself of his boxers. He quirked an eyebrow at her. They needed no words to communicate. She knew exactly what he wanted. She slid from the desk and to her knees. She wasted know time in engulfing his large, hard member into her hot mouth. He couldn't resist running his fingers through her silky locks. His head lulled back at her expert attention. He moaned low and deep as her hand reached up and rolled his heavy sack in her hand.

Afraid she was going to bring him to completion he reached down and guided her up. She smiled devishly as he guided her to his desk. He turned her around and bent her over it. Slowly he sheathed himself inside of her. She moaned in satisfaction as his hard member filled her completely. He slammed into her repeatedly. Her hands searched for something, anything to grab onto. Finally she found the edge of the desk and she held on for dear life. She bit her lower lip hard to keep from screaming out as he brought her to mind numbing orgasm repeatedly. Finally he let out one long groan as he pushed into her one last time and spilled his seed.

Wordlessly he grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed. She did the same then made her way into his en suite bathroom to fix her disheveled appearance. Soon she exited to find him already at his desk and back to work. Sighing she unlocked the door and made her way out of his office and to her secretarial desk by his door. Glancing around she was relieved no one else had returned from lunch yet. The clock told her she still had 15 minutes until the lunch hour would end. She made her way to the break room and retrieved her sandwich from the refrigerator. She sat and ate as she thought back to how this had all started.

Four Years Ago…

"Say you'll go with me," Riley prodded as he captured her lips in a sweet tantalizing kiss.

"I'd follow you anywhere," Buffy responded whole heartedly.

"We'll have such a great life baby," he said as he lifted her and twirled her around.

"Tell me everything," she said dreamily as he sat down with her in his lap.

"Well I've been offered a position at one of the top marketing firms in LA. I figure we'll rent a place when we first get there. Then after we get settled in we'll look for a house. I was thinking we should get married before we leave. I know when we got engaged we said we'd wait a while, but all our family is here. What do you think baby?," he asked hopefully.

"I'll have to transfer to UCLA. How long until we leave?," he asked.

"Three months, what do you say about the wedding?," he asked again.

"I say that is not very long to pull off the wedding that my mother is going to want to throw. You know she's been waiting for us to set a date ever since we got engaged," she giggled.

"Well perhaps we should go tell her," he said as started to stand.

"No, tell me about our future," she said dreamily.

Riley knew this was a game she liked to play. They'd been dating since she was a freshman and he a senior. Her mother had not been to pleased at first until she'd really gotten to know him. She adored him and encouraged Buffy to keep dating him. They'd quit seeing each other when he went away to college. Buffy had stayed behind in Middletown, Iowa. However with a population of 547 there were not many boys for her to date. It seemed every time Riley returned for breaks and weekends they always got back together. He swore that he wasn't seeing anyone and was happy to know that she wasn't either. When he'd finally graduated he'd moved back and they had started up their relationship again.

"Alright let's see," he began, "We'll get married then go on our honeymoon. Any where you want to go baby. I'll make it happen," he promised. "We'll move to LA and find the perfect apartment. You'll transfer to UCLA and I'll begin work. Once we're settled into our life we'll begin looking for a house. A large house, one big enough to house all our children. We'll have four, all with blonde hair and beautiful green eyes," he finished.

"Sounds wonderful… I can't wait," she sighed as she rested her head on his broad muscled chest.

Riley ran his fingers through her smooth silky hair and closed his eyes. He couldn't be happier. He had a beautiful woman and a great job. His life was falling into place. He had started to become frustrated after a year of no job leads. Finally he found a firm that loved his portfolio. He had wanted to stay closer to home, but figured he would have to broaden his search when no promising leads had surfaced. He was glad he would be able to quit his demeaning job at the local grocery store. He could finally do all the things he wanted and support the woman of his dreams. He hated that she had to work and go to school. His family had been able to support him while he was in college, but Buffy's mother was unable to do the same for her.

Present…

Finally the day had finished and she was able to leave. She was relieved that she had not had to see him for the rest of the day. He had been in several meetings and had no time for her. She quickly gathered her belongings was just about to leave when he showed up at her desk. He easily perched atop her desk and looked at her with those smoldering chocolate orbs. His hand wandered to her and tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear. She couldn't help but lick her lips in heated anticipation. He smirked as he spied around to be sure there were no onlookers. Slowly he captured her lips in his own. For several heated minutes they drowned in each other. Finally he broke free.

"Two weeks from now there is a conference in Atlanta. I expect you to come," he said.

"How long?," she asked.

"One week and no spouses," he warned.

"Okay just e-mail me the details and I'll set everything up," she said as she stood from her chair.

"Join me for dinner?," he asked hopefully.

"I can't… I wish I could, but…" she started to explain.

"But I can't get away from my husband," he finished for her as he stood and walked away dismissing her.

She watched his retreating form and could tell he was angry. He knew she was married when they started this whole thing. He was married himself even if his wife was never around. They hadn't really talked to much about their personal lives. Their relationship was strictly sexual and she didn't see it evolving into anything more then that. Grabbing her personal items she quickly logged off her computer and left for the day.

Walking into her home her senses were immediately hit with the overwhelming smell of alcohol. She slammed the door behind her in anger as she stalked through the house looking for her husband. He sat on the couch in a pair of baggy sweat pants and an old dirty t shirt. In his hand he cradled a bottle of whiskey. She looked about the room and could see empty beer cans strewn about everywhere as well as fast food wrappers. Where had he gotten the money for this? She was sure to keep all the money she earned in a separate account he had no idea about. His unemployment had run out months ago. Her eyes landed on the empty space above the fire place mantel.

"Where the fuck is the TV," she spat out.

"Donchyoo talk ter me like that," he drawled out.

"God damn it Riley! I can't keep doing this," Buffy screamed angrily.

"Show some reeespect," he yelled as he tried to stand.

"Respect! You've got a lot of nerve. I refuse to go to work and come home to your drunk ass every day," she said as she walked passed him and into the kitchen.

She opened the fridge and found nothing but condiments and old milk. Rummaging through the cabinets there was not much either. Her salary barely covered the bills and did not leave much extra for food or anything else. Her stomach growled in hunger as she left the kitchen. She ran upstairs and pulled out her cell phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hello," his sexy voice answered.

"You still wanna do dinner?," she asked hopefully.

"What happened to the husband?," he asked.

"Doesn't matter you wanna or not?," she asked.

"Meet me at Angelo's in 20," he said before hanging up.

Buffy quickly changed out of her work clothes. She donned a beautiful dress and matching high heels. Quickly she moved the items of her purse to a matching one. Walking down the stairs she was met face to face with her husband.

"Just where doya think yer goin'?," he stuttered out.

"Business dinner… I tried to call, but you must have been to drunk to answer," she lied.

"Always workin'," he complained.

"Well someone has to," she bit out as she pushed past him.

Riley grabbed her arm in anger. He squeezed a little tighter than Buffy would have liked. She stopped and looked back at him daring him to try anything. They stood dead locked for several moments before finally he let her go. She grabbed her jacket and opened the door. "Don't wait up," she called over her shoulder as she left. She did not look back. She couldn't handle to see his broken face as she went off to her secret lover.