Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or the characters from the books.

Author's Note: A sequel to the first one-shot Late Night Calculations. I hadn't originally intended a sequel, but this just came to me, so I went with it. A special thanks to kismet4891 who helped not only with the writing of this chapter, but also with convincing me to write in the first place.

Warning: Rated Mature for sexual situations!

Peeta sighed as he sipped his coffee. He was back in his office already and the morning sun was only just beginning to peek through the windows. His papers were all on the desk just as he had left them last night. He looked wistfully down at the space underneath his desk as he allowed his thoughts to drift back to the previous evening when Katniss had decided that she would 'make herself at home' under his office desk. Peeta let another sigh escape before he shook his head to bring back his focus. He needed to finish these reports, that's why he was in early and ready to work, so he set his coffee cup on the desk, draped his suit coat over the back of his chair and sat down to dive back into it.

Katniss woke up in the morning feeling satisfied and pleased with herself. That is, until she reached over to the other side of the bed. The side of the bed that her lovable accountant inhabited was cold and empty. She turned and groaned into the pillow. Last night was so perfect, and she had expected to find him still there in the morning. Not only had she expected to find him still in bed with her, she had expected to relive some of the highlights from the night before. Katniss rolled onto her back, let her arms fall to her sides and blew out a frustrated gust of air. When she inhaled again she smelled something. She sniffed again, the odor in the air was distinct.

Peeta was now an hour into his work, and the offices outside his office door were starting to fill with his colleagues. He hadn't really noticed that others had started to arrive, because once he started working on a project his determination blocked out most of the outside world. Then his phone rang jarring him from his concentration. He picked it up, "Peeta Mellark."

"Why does the house smell like smoke?" The voice on the other end of the phone greeted him.

"Katniss?"

"Yeah. Why? Do you have other women calling you asking about why their home smells like something was burning?" Katniss responded in a playful manner.

"No, I can honestly say you are the only woman calling and asking me about that." Peeta chuckled a little. "It smells like smoke because I felt badly that I was leaving so early, and I thought I would make you cinnamon rolls for breakfast before I left."

"Ah, so that answers my next question; what are the black charred things in the trash?"

"Yes, those would be the cinnamon rolls." Peeta answered sheepishly.

"Peeta, how do you mess up cinnamon rolls from a can?"

"Hey, you married an accountant, not a baker." Peeta answered in a light tone. "If you want your books balanced, you come to me. If you want buns, well you find yourself another guy."

"Hey, I like your buns!"

"Very funny Katniss." Peeta replied in a dry manner.

"What? I do. They are nice and firm." Katniss answered while biting her lower lip. "And I wouldn't want soft buns."

"Katniss, I know what you're doing, and I have to get back to these spreadsheets."

"I'd like you to spread my sheets." Katniss answered coyly. Katniss was lying on the bed while she was talking to Peeta on the phone. In a stark contrast to Peeta's suit Katniss was wearing only a thin white tank top and a pair of white cotton panties. With her free hand she began tracing circles around her nipple over the tank top. Her nipples were growing harder by the second. "Peeta, is the door to your office closed?"

"Yes." Peeta looked across the office to his door, which was closed. He was trying to avoid distractions. He had been successful when it came to his coworkers, but there was no hiding from Katniss. Normally he wouldn't want to, but there was so much work still to be done. "Katniss, I really don't have time."

"Come on Peeta, I want you to balance my books." Katniss pulled the bottom of the tank top up to her neck giving her access to the soft flesh of her breasts. She closed her eyes, and moaned slightly as she moved her hand back to the sensitive skin around her nipple. "I know you want to play with me Peeta."

He did. Oh man did he ever, but this wasn't a good time. Obviously his cock didn't receive the memo about this being a bad time though, because he could feel it pushing awkwardly against his slacks. He closed his eyes for a moment and let his mind wander the image of the woman on the other end of the phone. Her olive colored skin. How nice it felt to nibble at the soft skin of her neck. Her cinnamon colored nipples hard under his fingers. Peeta shook his head slightly to bring himself out of the daydream. "Katniss,"

"Peeta my portfolio is oversaturated and needs your professional attention." Katniss slid her hand from her breast down between her thighs to find that she truly was wet.

"Katniss, just because I enjoy my job as an accountant doesn't mean I get turned on by talking finance."

"Oh Peeta, I want you to make me sum." Katniss giggled into the phone. "Besides, after everything I did for you last night, I was expecting a little something in return this morning."

"If I remember correctly Katniss, I gave you a return on your investment last night, three times in fact." Remembering last night's activities only made Peeta harder.

"Now look who's playing along!" Katniss slid her hand under the elastic band of her panties and felt the silky wetness. "Now numbers man, are you gonna process my check request?" Katniss ran the tip of her finger lightly up and down her folds. She let another moan escape.

Peeta's free hand moved under his desk. With the tips of his fingers he started lightly rubbing the stiffness in his pants. He could feel the outline of the head of his cock through the thin material of the suit pants. He groaned slightly as he pushed against the sensitive tip listening to the moaning coming from the phone that was now pressed tightly to his ear.

"What do you want to do to me Peeta?" Katniss knew she had him, she could tell by the groaning and heavy breathing.

"I want to slide my," At that moment Peeta's office door flew open and the CFO stormed into his office. "Mr. Abernathy!" Peeta nearly jumped out of his chair.

"Mellark, you need to talk to me about that analysis you did last week." Haymitch Abernathy walked into Peeta's office and pulled a chair up in front of Peeta's desk, tossing a report in front of Peeta.

"No Peeta, what you need to do is start locking your office door." Katniss grumbled on the phone.

"Who are you on the phone with?" Haymitch only just noticed that Peeta was holding the receiver in his hand.

"Oh, um," He tried to think fast, but apparently most of his blood flow had been diverted from his brain. "No one, I mean I'm on hold."

"Good, then we can discuss this analysis."

"Sure, I'll just hang up. I can call them back."

"Don't be ridiculous Mellark, when they take you off hold I'll just wait for you to finish the call."

Katniss removed her hand from her panties while she listened to the exchange and began to pout, but then the corner of her lips lifted in a smile. "Peeta, do you know where my hand is right now?" Peeta swallowed hard as he listened to Haymitch prattle on about the cost analysis. "It's on my breast." Katniss reached up and began massaging her breast with her free hand. Peeta could hear her moan lightly, and if he thought his cock couldn't get any harder he was wrong. He was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on Haymitch. "I know how much you like to lick my nipples; do you want me to caress them for you?"

"That would be nice." Peeta forgot his current situation and answered out loud.

"Damn right it would be nice, but I asked how we are going to get that number up!" Haymitch looked incredulously at Peeta.

"Oh, sorry sir, um if you look on page three I believe I addressed that." Peeta began pointing out figures on the sheet.

"That number isn't the only thing getting up is it Peeta?" Katniss giggled into the phone. "Maybe I shouldn't ask you anymore questions. I'll just take the lead here." Katniss traced a few more circles around her nipple before pinching it lightly. This caused her to gasp into the phone, which in turn caused Peeta to gasp, earning him a strange look from his superior across the desk. "I am tracing my finger slowly down my stomach imagining it's your tongue." Katniss closed her eyes and ran her index finger down her taught stomach until she reached the waist band of her panties. "I am sliding my hand into my panties." Katniss slithered her hand into her cotton panties, and felt how aroused she had become. "Oh Peeta, I am so wet."

Peeta could barely contain himself. He was barely able to keep up with what Haymitch was saying and was responding to questions with one word answers, or a nod of his head. He could feel the perspiration on his forehead. He tried to discreetly wipe it off with his free hand.

"You ok kid?" Apparently he wasn't that discreet. Haymitch was staring at him expectantly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it just seems a little stuffy in here today."

Katniss began rubbing up and down her swollen lips. She rolled her head back into the pillow and moaned loudly into the phone as she slid one finger into the warmth between her legs. She couldn't concentrate on telling Peeta what she was doing, just on the amazing feeling that was pooling below her naval. She could hear Peeta still talking to his boss, and that only help those sensations, because even if he was only talking numbers, fuck he was hot and she loved him. She pulled her finger out and moved it to her sensitive nub. She began rubbing slow light circles. She let the phone rest against her ear so she could use both hands, one in her panties, and the other squeezing her breast. She began rubbing tight circles and pushing down harder in between her legs. She could feel the warmth building. She quickened the pace of her fingers. She felt a tightness beginning to grow. She heard Peeta's voice, and it made her tingle. Her breathing was heavy. Her muscles began to tighten, it was as if her whole body began to vibrate. She couldn't stop the moaning even if she wanted to. Her muscles continued to tense. She could feel the desire rising. She began to buck her hips against her hand. "Oh Peeta." She moaned out. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't hold on anymore. Then she felt the intense feeling shoot from her core out to her fingers and toes. She cried out as wave after wave of after wave rippled through her body.

"Is that the hold music?" Haymitch had heard a strange noise coming from the phone Peeta held to his ear. Peeta seemed not to notice the question, he just stared into space. "Hey! Mellark, you ok?"

Peeta snapped out of it, "What? Oh, sorry. Um, where were we?"

"We just finished." Haymitch gave Peeta a curious look. "You might want to take a break for a little bit, I think you may be working too hard." With that Haymitch got up to leave. He stopped at the door and asked, "You want this closed again?"

"Yes!" Peeta answered in a rush.

"Ok, ok! Geeze kid, you might want to cut back on your coffee intake." Haymitch closed the door as he left Peeta alone in his office.

"Katniss? Katniss, I'm alone again. Katniss, are you there?" Peeta's erection had only intensified as the meeting with Haymitch droned on, and now he could do something about it. Well, if he could get Katniss to answer.

Katniss lazily lifted her hand back to the phone, pressing it against her ear, but not reopening her eyes. "Mmmmmmm, thanks Peeta." A content smile spread across her face.

"You're welcome, but I can join in now."

"I think I need to take a shower, besides it sounds like you're busy. Tell ya what, if you can still play later, give me a call when you take your lunch."

"Oh Katniss, come on."

"Talk to you soon Peeta."

Peeta sighed, "Ok, I'll call you later."

Katniss clicked the phone off and lay in bed enjoying the post orgasmic afterglow. Even if Peeta wasn't able to call her at lunch, she would repay him when he came home that night. He was always best when he had been stuck in a state of arousal for a while.

Peeta hung up the phone and looked down at the bulge in his pants. Sadly that wasn't going to go away anytime soon. It was then that he decided today he would take a long lunch and go home in the afternoon and have a few, words, with Katniss.