Author's notes: Well, this would be the first lemon. Lawlz, I know it's early, but I promise that there's a method to my madness. And thanks, to all the people that reviewed. o.o. Like seriously, it was a nice welcome home present to find so many wonderful comments. =).Well, anyway, on to the next part of my story? xD. Hope you guys enjoy and keep on reading ^^

Warning: Lemon.

R&R.

Sasuke stretched his arms, yawning in the process. It was a long day, in fact, just as he predicted, and he felt his vision going blurry from staring at the computer screen all day. He had been switching around the company stock options and negotiating terms with other businesses built off of Uchiha Corporations. An of course, everything had to be stamped with his approval before it went up to the heads; these days it was Itachi who was handling all the paperwork. Essentially, he was the first in a long line of Uchiha approval.

A careless glance at the clock mounted on the wall, custom made by Rolex of course, showed that it was almost four. A smile found its way to his face as he remembered his previous engagement.

Ah, yes. Hinata Hyuuga, the gorgeous personal assistant with the oh-so-delicious chest and tight ass.

His left hand reached down to open the bottom drawer of his desk, and he took out a bottle of champagne, imported directly from France. Two wine glasses were plucked from the shelf behind him, crystal. The wine glass sparkled as the light hit it and rainbows of light danced around the room.

How beautiful. He mused.

The Uchiha was shattered out of his reverie when he heard the double knock at his door. He strode swiftly across his office in six quick strides, tightened his grip around the knob, and with a deft movement, opened the door. "Good afternoon, Ms. Hyuuga. How are you?"

"Good. And you?" She stepped into his office, with cagey movements as if she didn't quite feel comfortable in his presence.

"Good now that you're here," he uttered smoothly.

Sasuke slid his hand down her lower back, and rested it over her butt, squeezing slightly as she walked in. He frowned when she gave a small half-turn, sliding his hand off her ass.

"Well, as promised, I have champagne to celebrate,"

He poured a glass of wine for each of them, and the liquid sparkled in the crystal glass with the promise of better things to come.

"To your health," They clinked glasses, and each took a sip.

Twenty minutes later, Sasuke was staring at a giddy Hinata Hyuuga, completely different from her previous professional air. She had taken off her high heels, and they were placed neatly together at the door. Her white blouse was decidedly more wrinkled than before, and in the process, another button had come undone, giving him an even better view of her chest. The glass was clutched in her fingers precariously, and the liquid sloshed around in the glass as she threw back her head and laughed, almost sliding off the edge of the desk she was perched on. The awkward positioning had pushed up her skirt a bit higher, and he couldn't help but stare at the creamy skin of her inner thighs, naughty scenarios running through his head.

She looked…

So. Damn. Fuckable.

His mind snapped back to what she was saying. "…and then, she spilled the whole mug of mocha on his pants!"

The dark-haired girl started laughing at her own story about god-knows-what, and then trailed off into hiccups.

"That's nice," he said absentmindedly, still fixated on her chest.

Hinata pouted at him.

"You aren't listening to anything I'm saying," she accused him. "You're too busy staring at my chest like the pervert you are."

A sexy grin graced his features.

"So what if I am?" he challenged.

She shrugged back at him in a playful manner. "Weeeeeell, if you like it so much…"

Sasuke almost spat out his champagne when she started unbuttoning her blouse. But he soon fell to disappointment when she only undid it low enough to reveal her bra. "…I can show you more."

He choked a little as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it over to side. "I don't mind."

All of a sudden, she seemed a bit more lucid than she was supposed to be, and he stared at her chest, perfection to its finest, and then back up to her eyes, which clearly held a challenge.

And suddenly, he couldn't resist.

The next thing she knew, she was on her back on top of the desk with his face hovering above her. Then his lips crashed into hers, and breathing became her biggest worry.

Sasuke ignored his instinct telling him to find a more private place. He wanted her now, and the desk seemed as good a place as any. At the back of his mind, he reminded himself to pick up the papers and pens that fell off his desk when he dumped Hinata on to the desk.

He ravenously descended upon her plump pink lips, forcing his tongue in without a second thought. His tongue completely dominated hers in a fiery passionate kiss that threatened to drive him over the edge. He heard and felt her moans vibrating into his own mouth as his left hand slipped inside her half-buttoned blouse to fondle her tits. His practiced hands groped her chest thoroughly, making sure to squeeze her ample chest roughly, forcing needy moans from her. At the same time, his right hand was already busy taking off his clothes as her nipples hardened under his deft movements. As though in a drunken stupor, he felt her thrust up her body beneath his, desperate for more, her nails digging into his upper arm. But still, he denied her the pleasure, pinning her legs down firmly with his lower body while he ravished her lips and played with her tits.

Gasping for air, he finally broke the kiss for an instant, giving her time to finally catch her breath.

He reached down and began pushing her skirt up to reveal her glistening opening. The Uchiha managed to slide the skirt all the way up past her waist, the material scrunched up tightly, allowing her movement of her legs.

"I want to fuck you with your clothes on," he explained in a husky voice.

Sasuke smirked when he saw her blush a deep red upon seeing his hardened member. "How did yo-"

"I've perfected the art of stripping in under thirty seconds," he said, giving her left mound a painful squeeze that made buck up and simultaneously gasp in pleasure and pain.

"Bastard." She cried out in surprise.

"I know you like it."

He leaned down and swiped his tongue over her perked-up nipple. "I know you,"

Right hand cupping left mound.

"Want it,"

Teeth roughly scraping over nipple, and appropriate sound of moaning.

"As much,"

Mouth enclose over mound, tongue flicking sensitive bud, and more moaning.

"As I do."

He heard her scream as he harshly bit down at his last words, his left hand coming up to grope her right mound brusquely at the same time. He slightly winced as her dug into his when she screamed, and he adjusted his position so that he was tightly straddling her waist. As he continued playing with her tits, her screams turned to moans of arousal, and he could feel the wetness between her legs as his right hand slipped down to her tight hole, stroking the outside. When he felt as if she was becoming too comfortable, he became even rougher with his nips and squeezes, making her echo off the office walls.

Her pleasurable pain aroused him, and he could feel his member harden painfully fast. He felt as if the blood was flowing straight to his dick, making him feel light-headed with the need to screw her. After a while, her screams once again died down to moans, and instantly, he thrust three fingers into her tight core, causing her to scream with pleasure again.

The dark-haired girl adjusted to the pace quickly, and she began gyrating her hips against his fingers to increase the friction. "Oh, oh, oh, OH!"

She threw back her head in full-blown ecstasy, and Sasuke found his feral side rising up to a dangerous level, his erection becoming painfully hard as he frantically plunged his fingers faster and faster into her.

"Oh god, oh god, oh GOD! Fuck me, Sasuke." She moaned with desire.

"Gladly." He smirked.

Suddenly, the contents on the desk began falling off as Sasuke powerfully slammed into the petite girl. He didn't give her time to adjust to his length, instead, choosing to feed his own desperate need, and she screamed as he tore into her, forcefully ripping her apart. Her legs reached up to wrap around his waist as he pounded into her, and her hands gripped the sides of the desk, in an effort to keep from slipping off.

Sasuke slammed into her over and over again, enjoying the tightness of her passage on his hard cock. She convulsed around him, driving him to deeper depths of arousal and causing him to go in harder, faster, and deeper. Within an instant, it was not enough, and he lifted her left leg higher, perching it on his shoulder, and pushed the right one over so that it slid halfway off his desk. The new position stretched her to a new level of vulnerability, and he was driven wild by her renewed screams.

His deskwork was scattered on the ground, and he ignored the mess they were making, concentrating of teaching the dark-haired girl new heights of euphoria. "S-s-sasuke! I'm go-"

With an earth-shattering yell, Hinata Hyuuga hit her orgasm, the best one she had ever had, and faded into a world where nothing else mattered except for the pleasure coursing through her body, pulsing in her blood.

Sasuke saw the delicious look of ecstasy on her face as she shrieked, and the simple instinctive rapture that gripped her body drove him over the edge. He thrust into her one final time, driving in hard, and came deep inside her.

"Mr. Uchiha, what the HELL are you DOING?!"

R&R.