"Cheeky bastard," she says, wiping the icing off her nose with her thumb.
James stands in front of her desk with a cupcake, the frosting now smeared, chuckling at the sight in front of him. He sets it on the corner of the desk and steps back to admire his handiwork.
She arches an eyebrow and seductively swirls her tongue around the tip of her thumb before sucking the rest of the icing off her finger.
James groans his crotch tightening as the memory of that morning's activities come flooding back in full detail.
"Alright! You win."
She chuckles. "Dear boy… I always do."
He narrows his eyes but can't help laughing at how right she is.
She won everything.
Including his heart.
Which is why he intended to make this birthday very special for her.
He knew she didn't celebrate on her own much and she never let anyone do anything for her when she was M, though Eve did always have a small floral arrangement put on her desk each year. This time around would be different. She didn't have the excuse of having a country to run anymore. He intended to spoil her rotten, whether or not she protested against it.
He'd already had her favorite flowers waiting on her desk when she got in. The ladies at the office were kind enough to help him on that front. He left the party planning to them. He wasn't entirely sure how a birthday would normally be celebrated. He never really celebrated his own, and in his line of work, he didn't know very many people who actually did. His idea of merrymaking usually involved a Walther and a large tumbler of scotch, so he felt it was best if he left the party planning up to the girls.
"What's that?" James points to something on the floor. It glints in the light.
She frowns and looks down beside her foot. "Oh… just a piece of florist's wire. Probably fell out of one of these." She runs her fingers along the petals of one of the flowers in the various arrangements that surround her desk.
"Here…" he bends down to pick it up and notices another piece by the bottom of the drawer. "You probably shouldn't take your shoes off with all these lying around."
She looked down and flexed her bare toes. She'd painted them red on a whim. Something different to do, she thought.
She shrugs. "Probably. But it wouldn't the worst injury I've ever had. Besides, I don't actually walk around like this. They're only off when I'm sitting. Not much danger there."
She closes her eyes and flexes her feet some more, enjoying feeling the soft carpet beneath her toes.
They spring back open when she feels James's fingers trailing up the inside of her leg.
She looks down to see him kissing the inside of her knee with a smirk on face.
"James… no."
She tries to back her chair away but he holds her firmly in place.
"Someone will see!"
"Not if they stay on the other side…" he kisses the other knee, his fingers trailing feather light patterns on her calves.
She tries to wiggle away, but it does feel good, and she has to admit, she's been on edge since that morning seeing as how they never did get to actually finish her little game.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Olivia looks up sharply as her secretary calls to her from the other side of the frosted glass.
"Ma'am? There's a Mrs. Kensington here to see you. She says she needs to change a few of the arrangements for her daughter's wedding next month. Should I send her in, or are you too busy?"
"No… I'm just finishing up here. She's welcome to come in."
The younger woman's heels click back down the hallway toward the lobby and Olivia lets out the breath she'd been holding.
"James! Stop it!" He's pushing her skirt up now, nuzzling ever closer to her core.
"Why?"
"You heard her! I have a client coming in any second!"
"So?" He nuzzles her through her underwear.
She bites her lip to stop the whimper from escaping her lips.
"So …behave!"
"Don't want to," he smirks.
He pushes her knickers to one side and runs a finger through her damp folds. His grin grows wider as he looks up at her.
"It would appear you don't want me to either…" he lowers his mouth to her and gives her sex one big lollipop lick, making her whimper in spite of herself.
She's about to berate him when the door opens and a slim, rather posh looking woman steps into her office. James pulls her chair up to the desk and despite the slight slouch in her posture from where James had a hold of her thighs, you wouldn't think anything was wrong.
"Ms. Kensington," she smiles. "How are you?"
"Very well, thank you. And please, call me Margaret." She tucks a lock of coppery hair behind her ear and sits in the chair opposite Olivia. "I came to adjust the number of arrangements for my daughter's wedding next month. I wondered if I could have several more of the ones you showed me during our last visit… they were orchids of some kind, I believe."
"Oh yes. Of course," Olivia smiles and flips through a large planner, finding the appropriate wedding to get started on the adjustments but she pauses mid-sentence when she feels James's tongue on her clit again.
She bites her lip and just barely suppresses a groan.
"Are you alright?" Margaret asks, noticing Olivia's sudden vice grip on her pen.
"Yes fine… just… a spasm. I get them from time to time. Nothing to worry about."
She smiles politely and Margaret seems to be satisfied with her answer.
"Oh I used to get them terribly when I worked in the office. It turned out it was the chair I was sitting in. No good for my back at all. I eventually had it replaced. Worked like a charm."
Olivia smiles. "I shall look into that."
They carry on talking about the wedding arrangements, Margaret saying how she wanted to change a few of the existing arrangements as well as add new ones.
"Yes. I think the vibrant colours will be wonderful for… spring."
She grips the edge of her desk as James slips a finger inside her.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes. Fine. It just… doesn't seem to be a very forgiving day." She fights every urge to roll her hips as he begins licking her in earnest, adding another finger to his efforts.
"You look awfully flushed. Holding in so much tension isn't good for you. If it's that painful, you should have a lie down. I'm sure no one would mind if you had a few moments to collect yourself."
She lets out a slight groan as he sucks her clit between his lips, flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud.
"Perhaps you're right."
"I know I am." Margaret smiles. "I can always pop in another time. We don't want you suffering for our sakes." She stands to smooth her dress, adjusting the scarf around her neck as she walks away.
Olivia watches her walk to the door and waves goodbye, smiling shakily as she bites the inside of her cheek to stop crying out.
Margaret calls over her shoulder just before shutting the door behind her.
"Do take care. And look into that new chair. Would do you a world of good."
She waits for the door to click in place, before reaching under the desk and grabbing James's hair.
"What on earth are you playing at?!"
He chuckles. "Does that mean you don't like it?"
"Irrelevant! I could have-" Her words melt into a low, throaty moan as he sucks her clit into his mouth again.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles.
She lifts her hips at his silent command and shamelessly spreads her legs for him. She's had enough teasing. She needs to come. Now.
James clearly doesn't have to be told twice.
His fingers part her lips and he slides his tongue along her slit. Olivia finally allows herself to groan as his tongue makes contact. His mouth covers her clit again, pulling gently, and he feels her arch, pressing her cunt tighter to his mouth.
He can feel her thighs muscles tense and quiver, as her inner muscles clench down on his fingers, pulling them in deeper. Just a little more…
He thrusts into her just a bit harder, hearing her moans get louder as she murmurs something he can't quite make out from where he is, but he knows it means she's close. Sensing just what she needs, he sucks her clit into his mouth, his tongue licking it, fast and relentless.
She puts her head on the desk and buries her face in the crook of her arm as she comes hard, her body convulsing with the strength of her orgasm. James keeps a firm hold on her, so she doesn't fall completely out of the chair, and licks her gently through the aftershocks, moaning at the taste of her.
She whimpers and sinks back into her chair.
He places a chaste kiss to her thigh and looks up at her, making sure she's watching before slowly licking his fingers clean.
She growls. "Let's go. Now."
She slips her shoes on and grabs her purse and coat from the stand, trying to ignore the wobble in her knees as she walks across the room.
James chuckles and stands up from his hiding place, crossing over to her and placing a kiss upon her lips before she opens the door.
She wants nothing more than to have him take her over the desk, but she can't risk someone walking in and discovering her engaging in such behavior with her "nephew". So she uses all her resolve to walk down the corridor, striding calmly past the girls at reception.
"Happy birthday, Olivia!" the young brunette waves to her as she strides across the lobby. "We hope you liked the party."
"Oh I did. Very much. Thank you all." She smiles.
"Are you gone for the day then?" she asks.
"Yes. The birthday girl still has a few more presents at home that she hasn't opened yet." James smiled, putting an arm around her.
"Ooh! Lots of prezzies for you today." The young woman smiles. "Better get going then."
Olivia nods and James escorts her outside.
"You'll have to show us if you get anything that sparkles!" the girl calls out.
Olivia nods and waves and hurriedly walks around to the car with James in tow. She casts a glance at James and notes with some pride that his stride is slightly put off by the growing bulge in his trousers.
If they don't get home soon, her gift is likely to burst from its wrapping.