"Mr Addams!" He shouted at the door, thumping on it manically.

"Shhh cara mia, you don't want him hearing you.." he whispered darkly against her ear as his fingers continued to roughly pump inside her. Morticia bit down on his burgundy velvet lapels, desperately trying to silence herself, eyes closed tightly, her hands urgently clutching around his shoulder and upper arm.
Twisting his hand slightly, his thumb grazing against her clit, the slick wetness of her coating his fingers, he groaned into her hair.

"What I'd give to be inside you right now.." he breathed against her, biting at her lip just a few measly centimetres from him, ravishing her mouth with his, swallowing her frantic gasps.
Unable to focus on anything other than the ungodly torture he was bestowing upon her, Morticia arched her back, pushing her hips closer to his hand. Grateful that he was able to keep her pressed up against the door, unable to support her own weight.
Gasping desperately, his name barely audible as it danced over her lips as he leant in and kissed her. The sounds she was making and the feel of how wet and tight she was around his fingers making his pants feel too tight.

Feeling her legs begin to tremble, her upper-body turning rigid and her breath heavy and hot against his neck, Gomez pulled away before her orgasm hit, cutting all physical contact, leaving her breathless, gasping and unsteady, her face flushed and leaning up against the very same door that was currently still being pummelled by his lawyer from the hall. Her body hot, a stark contrast to the coolness of his office.

"Tidy yourself up." He said teasingly, planting a kiss and playful nip to her neck, enjoying the exasperated expression adorning her features. Watching her gingerly reaching for her discarded underwear, he snatched the lacy material from her fingers.
"You will not be needing these, mi amor." He uttered, his voice low, tucking them into his pocket.

Morticia glared at him as she brushed her fingers through her hair and readjusted her dress, trying her hardest to hide the disappointment and understated rage that was coursing through her entire being. Walking to the nearest open window just next to his desk, she leant her palms against the windowsill, closing her eyes as the breeze hit her, hoping that the cool air would calm her flushed complexion and help steady her breathing. The undeniable arousal still running rampant through her would not be tamed by fresh air alone.

Gomez smirked friskily at her irked posture before reaching for the brass door handle and pulling it towards him.

"Tully! My man!" Gomez shouted enthusiastically.
"You're late on the appointment time, Addams, again." The short, agitated man breathlessly stated, pushing past Gomez as he made his way to the desk and slammed his briefcase on top. Surprise hitting him briefly, no sword in the younger man's hand.
He stopped before words could leave his mouth, his eyes falling upon Morticia.
"Good afternoon, Mr Alford." Morticia almost purred, her calm façade firmly in place while the fire still burned deep in her belly. Tully nodded nervously just at her very presence, he was not sure why he found her intimidating.

"What's she doing here?" he said, his finger pointing out, turning to face the flamboyant Spaniard.
"I don't think a business meeting is a place for a lady." He spun on his heels and snapped the latches of his briefcase, opening the lid, a few papers falling to the floor messily.

Morticia raised a brow at the man and turned, almost stalking towards her husband and allowed her hand the brief pleasure of caressing his cheek before she began to head to the door. He could tell Tully's wording had angered her, but, ever the courteous lady, she hid her disdain well.
"I will not encroach, I'll be downstairs, mon cher."

"Actually, 'Tish, would you mind staying?" Gomez asked, turning and pulling a few folders from his bookcase, tucking them under his arm, inwardly groaning at her French turn of phrase, unable to grab at her like he desires.

"Gomez, this is a professional meeting, hardly a social event for your wife to be witness.."

Morticia crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes piercing him at his statement.

"Ha! Tully, Morticia is my wife, trustworthy, no? She knows everything, from the evasions to the kidnap threats we made against the senator." he laughed out. Morticia looked at Tully with a knowing smile.

Gomez made his way to the grand mahogany desk, dumping the folders upon it with a thud and removing his velvet blazer, hanging it on the back of the leather chair before seating himself. Reaching for his cigar tin, he offered one to the shorter man who shook his head as he took his own seat opposite. Shuffling though various papers and objects on his desk, his cigar hanging limply from his lips.
"..Where..?" he questioned to himself, eyes darting over the surface before him, patting his chest pocket, turning to rummage through his blazer in search of his lighter.

Sashaying to the table next to the door, heels sharp against the aged floorboards, Morticia picked up the silver lighter between long nails before making her way back to her husband's side as he swivelled his chair to face her, his hand out for her to give him the item. "Ah, thank you querida.."

Ignoring his outstretched hand, she smiled before plucking the cigar from his mouth. Disregarding Tully's presence entirely, she delicately sat herself on her husband's lap, crossing one leg over the other, accentuating her curved hip. The high side split of her dress dropping to the floor, showing off the milkiness of her long, slender leg; the light from the sun through the open window exaggerating the pale tone further.

Relishing in the warmth from the hand that found its way around her back, holding her close and steady; she toasted the end of his cigar with a practised ease, rotating the Cuban, before lighting it fully. Taking in a small drag herself before flirtatiously blowing the woody fumes towards her husband's face. Removing the cigar from her ruby lips and leaning forward, her teeth grazing his earlobe, before offering him his cigar back. Tully watched from the corner of his eye at the display, he had rarely seen Addams so silent, so, occupied in thought.

Gomez took it from her carefully and placed it in the corner of his mouth, keeping his eyes burning into hers, taking a small puff on the cigar, making sure the smoke went deep into his lungs.
Morticia tucked his lighter in its rightful place, inside the pocket of his crisp, white shirt. Her nails digging in ever so slightly, just enough for him to make note the action, leaving him releasing a low hum of pleasure, grabbing her hand forcefully and kissing the back of it.

Tully rolled his eyes at the sight, looking away awkwardly. He knew rumours of their overly sexual affection towards each other and their exhibition of it, but he never really witnessed much himself as normally it was just he and Gomez during these meetings. He had only seen Morticia a handful of times in passing through the manor on his way to the study.

Not removing his hand from her hip, he swivelled the chair back to facing his desk and his lawyer. Morticia stayed perfectly perched on his lap, her hands resting on her thighs, fingers intertwined. Noticing the discomfort in Tully's demeanour, she decided to enjoy herself a little at his expense, a delicious payback for his earlier comments about her presence in a room inside of her own house.

Single-handedly, Gomez reached for his diary, and flipped through the pages until he reached the current quarter. Removing his cigar and placing it in the ashtray, breathing out a gentle fog of smoke.
"Now, to business!"
Eyes glancing over his diary, Gomez idly stroked his fingers over his wife's narrow waist.

"Our accounts are up to date, however, the new acquisition contracts are needing your signature." He stated, finding the relevant paperwork in the small pile and passing it to Tully. "These need to be sent back to Tokyo by Thursday, if you could?"

Tully nodded, scribbling his moniker across the few sheets of paper before securing the pages back together, adding them to his own pile. "Speaking of which; the accounts for the offices in Tokyo are due by the 15th, I need your receipts." Tully urged rummaging for his own diary. Dread lacing his voice, he knew Gomez's lack of enthusiasm when it came to keeping track of his spending.

Morticia moved one of her hands from her lap, out of sight from the plump attorney in front of her, and rested it against her husband's thigh, pressing her fingers dangerously close to his groin, whilst he debated the actual necessity of the receipts with his lawyer. Gomez shot her a danger glance. Although he was not opposed to throwing her on the desk in front of Tully, It'd be damned hard to find someone who was able to pull the strings he needed, legally speaking, he didn't need to completely scare him off just yet.
Morticia's eyes darkened, her red lips turning into a smirk as her hand reached for its prize.

"Je tu veux.." she silently mouthed to him. His eyes dilated, quickly glancing at Tully who was making notes in his diary. "Te necesito" he mouthed back, he craved her. His body stiffened, pleasure spreading through his groin.

"Have you thought anymore about my proposal?" Tully asked.
Gomez reluctantly tore his eyes away from his wife and looked at him, his eyebrow raised.
"The investment you were on about last week? No, not yet. We have too much going on at the minute as it is, it may be best for anything else to wait until the end of the year. Let the dust settle on what we have now." He pressed his rubber stamp into the ink pad, and harshly thumped it against a few contracts.

Meanwhile, Morticia slyly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, pressing herself against him further, wrapping her arm around his neck, breath ghosting against his ear, her long nails gently scratching at the exposed skin of his collarbone. He smiled, giving her a loving side eye glance, and a kiss to her porcelain cheek. Morticia leaned into the affection, raising a subtle eye at Tully who abruptly looked away.

Gomez knew what she was doing and he was all too happy to play along, to indulge her in her little escapade. He knew his wife could be partial to a little, exhibitionism, from time to time, and it humoured him immensely to see Tully flustered.

"Are you sure? It is a fantastic opportunity." Tully retorted before going into more detail about the proposal, trying to persuade his client.

Holding up his hand to stop him. "Heard it Tully, come back to me at the end of the year with that one, I'd rather get everything on the same level before taking on anything else."
Tully raised a brow. "Gomez, I really think you should consider…"

He struggled to keep his facial expression in check as he felt her hands subtly unbuckling his belt.
Dipping his hand lower than her waist, allowing his fingers to rest possessively against her bare thigh, slowly stroking the soft skin. Her skilful fingers silently working his buckle and the zipper. Grinning to herself as he masked a moan as a cough when she grasped him, glancing at his wife in a silent desperation.

"Darling, I think Tully is saying that this, acquisition.." her fingers wrapping around his erection.
"..would be a shame to pass up so hastily.." she chimed in, her sultry voice dripping in innuendo.
Tully looked at her with a fleeting smile, his eyes tense and his mouth cast a glance to his side, noticing the delectable curve of his wife's ass. Making use of the split in her dress, he teased his fingers along the back of her thigh, moving to the soft flesh of her backside, all whilst dipping his quill into the ink and signing his name with his other hand, not missing a beat of his extravagant signature on various documents, nodding wearily at Tully's talk on profits and legal loopholes of the prospective deal.

Morticia released a quiet shaky breath, her hands gripping onto the edge of the desk as his fingers made their way to her core. The once strong façade slipping ever so as he pushed a finger inside, quickly bringing back the feeling from earlier on. Concealing a smirk as he glanced up at her, he projected a concerned look. "Are you okay, darling?" he asked, adding a second finger.
This made Tully look up at her, noticing her flushed face.
Morticia glanced at Tully, before releasing a breath, simply nodding at her husband in a wordless response.

Tully threw his pen to the desk. "You're busting my balls Addams.." bringing his hand to his eyes and rubbing the tense area.
Gomez looked on, humoured at Tully's reaction and the frustration literally dripping from his wife as he teased her out of sight.

"You'll have to excuse me, I need the restroom." He sighed, making his way to the door and down the hall, his feet heavy with frustration.

Morticia turned to Gomez, his belt and zipper still undone. Leaning forward, her hands on the arms of his chair.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, Morticia grasped the base of his erection, looking up into his eyes as she ran her tongue over his shaft before swirling her tongue around the tip, before bringing her mouth down on him.
Gomez hissed, his head tipping back against the leather of his chair, his fingers interlocking with hers.
"…'Tish.." he groaned, his eyes darting towards the open door, watching out for Tully.

Descended on him again, taking him down as far as she could, his fingers threading through her ebony tresses as the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat.
Morticia moved her hand between her own legs, her fingers carefully rubbing in circular motions, causing a moan to vibrate over his sensitive skin, his quiet breathy groans coming quicker.

"Revenge, mon amour" she moaned with a wink, pulling her mouth from him, allowing her tongue to ghost over him one last time before standing, turning her back and filling the crystal glasses with the icy water as it nothing had happened.

Gomez mirrored the rage she felt a short time ago. His erection throbbing, screaming for release.

He lunged forward a little, beginning to hear the subtle footsteps in the hall. Grabbing Morticia by her hips and using the split in her dress to expose her ass, suddenly pulling her into his lap, penetrating her. Muffling his harsh moan against her neck, as her body tensed, her hand rushing to her mouth, trying her hardest to supress the urge to scream his name both in shock and pleasure, damned who could hear, just as Tully re-entered, closing the door behind him.

Tully eyed the pair curiously before taking his seat at the desk once again.

Morticia leaned back against her husband's torso, hips pushing down in the process, feeling him smile against her cheek.

"Right." Tully exhaled, trying to get the Castilian's attention back on topic.
"This deal…Gomez, I really recommend that you…"

Gomez huffed an aggravated sigh. "Fine, fine." One hand moving from his wife's waist to casually waving in the air. "How about, leave the paperwork with me and I will have a look this evening and give you a call tomorrow once I have looked it over?" It felt wrong discussing business whilst buried inside Morticia.

"They are desperate for a buyer Gomez, three have already pulled out last minute." Tully stated simply, reading through a few notes.

"You know if I decide to go ahead, I will not be pulling out…" an amused tone left him, given he and Morticia's current position, Morticia had to stifle her own laugh at his comment.

"That's all well and good, but, you also torture these companies when they are already on their knees, like a child playing with their food." Tully added with an eyeroll, it was torturous yet entertaining watching Gomez sign up new acquisitions.

"You see Tully…" he began, his voice breathier than normal, but nothing that Tully would pick up on. Gomez dropped his quill on the desk, both hands resting against his wife's thighs

"Sometimes, you need to…"

"…make them..beg." his voice became deeper, voice breaking slightly as he pushed his hips up ever so slightly and Morticia met him with her own, she wanted to throw her head back and moan his name, but had to instead resort to biting her lips, forcing herself to stay quiet.

His gaze focused on her,

"Tully, we will need to continue this another time." He almost begged.

"But, we have more to…."

"Lurch will see you out." He hastily interrupted, almost trembling with need as he moved his hips up again from their seated position, little harder than he meant to, causing Morticia to release a moan and grasp the desk in front of her.

Tully scrambled his papers together, tapping them against the desk and forcing them into his briefcase.

"Do you think that is acceptable behaviour?" she asked her husband, grinding her hips around, relishing in the feeling of him deep inside of her, loud enough for Tully to hear.
Lurch appeared in the doorway as Tully made a bolt past him. "I'll call you tomorrow.." before disappearing from view.

"Probably not cara mia, however, this is.." his voice deep, and fraught with desire.

Gomez held onto her hips, and stood, pushing her forward in the process, the move making her wail in surprise, hands against his desk, whilst remaining inside her.

"Baise moi.." she whimpered into his ear as he stood behind her, her teeth biting into the side of his neck, his cologne igniting her yearning further.

He swept her hair to one side, placing harsh kisses against the skin of her nape, fingers tugging at the buttons at the back of her dress, pulling it open to reveal a few inches of her back, his tongue running up her spine and towards her ear.
"Ohh, 'Tish, that's French." He murmured before thrusting against her, hard.

A strong hand reaching forward and grabbing a handful of her hair, twisting it around his fist and tugging backwards, forcing her to arch her back while he grasped at her neck with his other, tightening his grip just so. "G-Gomez.." she mewled, digging her nails into his desk, trying to push her hips back to keep up with his frantic movements, but finding herself frozen due to the almost overwhelming pleasure.

Morticia's mouth fell open, harsh breaths forced out with each movement. He was thrusting faster and harder now, delightful pain of her hair being pulled mixed with pleasure. Feeling her arms weaken unable to securely hold her body weight, Gomez gripped her upper arms and pulled them behind her back and tugged her closer to his chest. Morticia was unable to move, unable to stop him pounding into her, the undeniable sensation of warmth beginning to pool in her abdomen.

Feeling her legs begin to tremble and her voice becoming more hoarse, he released her arms, her upper body falling to rest upon his desk, her fingers wrapping around its edge. His hand reached between them, rubbing at the soft flesh between her legs. Her composure all but gone, voice nearing cries and tears pooling at her eyes. A deep moan vibrated through his chest as he felt her walls begin to pulsate around him. Her back arching further, and his name moaned relentlessly.

Gomez groaned, a string of Spanish expletives leaving him as he found his release through hers. His hands tightening against her waist as he spilt himself inside her, his hips jerking.

Grounding his movements to a halt, Gomez tugged her dress down further and pressed his face against the curve of her spine, his breath hot and heavy and kisses feverishly pressed into her skin.
Remaining in her position against his desk, she turned her head a little to look at him, flicking her hair from her eyes.
"Bedroom?" She asked passionately, her breath still short, grinding her hips back against his before standing and leaning around to kiss him.
"Anywhere, mi amor."