This takes place in the James Bond lifetime, between We Have All the Time in the World and Nobody Does It Better.
Newly-promoted Group Captain Raymond Calhoun stepped back and took in his new office. Sure, it was tiny, and the large oak desk took up most of the space, but he had earned it. His eyes lingered on a small framed photograph sitting next to the intercom; him, smiling widely in his dress uniform as a beautiful woman with dark hair kissed his cheek. His lovely Marina, his fiancée. Wow, that still felt strange to say, but she agreed to marry him Christmas Eve, and the ensuing... activities... made for one of the best Christmases he could remember. Much better than the year before, at any rate, when he was in Russia, waiting for Marina to get out of surgery. Raymond felt a surge of lust mixed with the feeling of newly-granted power... speaking of Marina... he pressed the call button on the intercom.
"Yes?" came a lovely voice with a thick Russian accent.
"Marina, it's Calhoun. Could you please come to my office? I need you to take some... dictation."
"Yes, sir!" Calhoun smirked to himself. He was a naughty one indeed; for while he did intend to have Marina take something that started with the same first syllable as dictation, there was not going to be any writing involved.
A knock came to the heavy door, and Raymond smiled to find his fiancée on the other side. She was wearing a short tan dress and heels that accentuated her lovely legs. She carried a steno pad and two pencils, a third perched behind her ear. Her eyes lit up to see the office put in order.
"Your new office is very nice, sir!" she said with an affectionate smile. Raymond hated when she called him sir; they were equals in his eyes, and he owed her his life; she had some medals of her own to prove it, in a place of honor above the fireplace in their flat. Raymond closed the door behind her. Once the latch was in place, the pilot took the secretary into a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes. When they parted, Raymond gently kissed her nose.
"You know I couldn't have done it without you. You're my hero, Marina."
"Oh..." she smiled shyly as he led her over to the big desk, inviting her to sit on the edge. She did so, crossing her legs properly at her ankles. Raymond placed a gentle hand on her knee before beginning to speak quietly.
"Now, Marina, what I need you to take is very private, and must be kept top secret. Do you understand?" Marina nodded, flipping to a blank page in her pad. She licked the tip of her pencil and waited, ready to write.
"Yes, sir!" Raymond smirked as he gently takes the pad from her hands and tossed it onto his chair. She looked up at him again, questioning.
"Marina, do you remember when we were escaping Poland?"
"How could I forget, my dear?" she asked, dropping her eyes to watch his hand move up her leg.
"What was my cover?"
"Alexei Ivanovich Lapin, my husband. And I was Yakov's daughter."
"And was there anything special about Alexei?" Raymond's hands slowly ran up Marina's thigh; he thanked the wartime rationing that ladies were no longer wearing stockings, the nylon being necessary for the war effort.
"He was mute. You were not to speak to anyone."
"Indeed. And then when we got to that inn..."
"The Germans were listening, so we had to be convincing husband and wife."
"And we made love for the first time."
"Twice," she corrected with a smile.
"And you decided to be cheeky and do some very interesting things, knowing I couldn't make a sound, did you not?" Marina's face changed.
"Well, yes, I suppose I did get a little carried away..." Raymond gently separated her legs and she flushed slightly.
"Well, my dear Lapushka, the time has come to repay you." Raymond waited for her to protest, to say no, they couldn't do that here; instead, Marina smiled widely and started unbuttoning the top of her dress. "You're not going to argue?" She shook her head no and pulled his tie out from his jacket, winding it around her hand to pull him closer. He smiled as their lips met, and his hands went to his belt as she opened her legs wider. She smelled delightful, truly. Raymond broke the kiss just long enough to make sure the door was completely locked before he let his trousers fall to the ground. He stepped out of them as Marina shrugged off the top of her dress. His hands went up her skirt, pulling off her panties as she unbuttoned his jacket, which she had so kindly buttoned for him some hours before. Once Raymond had removed the jacket, they attacked each other hungrily with kisses. Marina wrapped her legs around Raymond's waist, pulling him close to her as Raymond's large hands squeezed the mended lace of her brassiere. Raymond trailed kisses down his fiancée's neck as she sought to grind her femininity against the bulge in his Jockeys. Marina laid back on the desk, beckoning him to climb over her. Raymond instead put a finger to his lips and kneeled on the floor next to his desk between her legs. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, causing her to hiss and flail a little; she was usually quite vocal, so this would be a challenge indeed. He lightly kissed her thighs before licking her femininity. Marina's head fell back and she sighed forcefully. Raymond tasted her desire as she squirmed on his desk. Yes, this was going to be fun indeed! Raymond slowly licked her out, bringing his fingers into play as well. At one point, he looked up to find her face bright red, biting on her fist. He felt her begin to shake as she climaxed, falling back against the desk. Raymond stood, pulling her into a sitting position as she leaned against his chest, still shivering.
"Did you like that, my dear?" he whispered. She nodded silently, wrapping her legs around his waist again, pulling him closer. She tugged at his waistband questioningly, and Raymond allowed her to pull his Jockeys down, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. Marina settled herself on the edge of the desk, rubbing her wet heat against his sensitive skin. Raymond shuddered, taking her into a deep kiss as he entered her. He wrapped his arms around her as she pulled him closer, her smart heels digging into his ass. The desk was supporting her at just the right height, and Raymond began to move in a frenzy, violently grasping her lace-covered breasts with one hand while grasping her hip tightly with the other. Marina leaned forward, nipping at Raymond's neck, bringing the couple closer together. Raymond felt himself tightening, and his thrusts began to lose rhythm; he felt Marina tense as well, and they moaned quietly into each other's mouths as they climaxed together. Marina's forehead fell onto Raymond's shoulder, and she smiled widely, satisfied. They reveled in each other's warmth before Marina reached behind her, grabbing Raymond's cap and placing it on her head.
"I am pin-up for the war effort, yes?" she whispered, causing a chuckle from her fiancé.
"Oh, my dear, you are so much better than a pin-up girl... But we really must get back to work..." Marina pulled him into another kiss.
"Yes, sir. And do not hesitate if you think of anything else I need to take." They disentangled themselves and dressed, Raymond lightly slapping her backside as she retrieved her steno pad. Once dressed, Marina once more buttoned her lover's jacket before removing the hat from her head and placing it on his.
"It suits you, sir," she said quietly, giving him one more quick kiss before unlocking the door and disappearing. Raymond sighed happily as he sat at his desk, which now smelled like her and their bond. Yes, this suited him very well.
