James was sitting at his desk, looking over various bills and documents, when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. Looking up, he smirked when he found Breanne standing there, an innocent look on her face as she leaned against the door frame.

"Yes?" he asked in an amused tone.

"What are you doing?"

He could not help but to laugh. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Being boring," she replied, and again he laughed.

"I have to be sometimes, sweetheart," he commented as he looked back down at the paperwork spread out in front of him, failing to see her walking toward the desk. When he realized she was suddenly standing next to him, he looked back up at her. "May I help you?"

She shrugged. "I don't know...maybe...probably," she replied, and before he could react she hopped up onto the desk in front of him.

"Bree, I'm working on stuff," he chuckled, giving the back of her knee a playful tickle.

"I know," she replied simply, idly swinging her feet.

"You're preventing me from doing so," he added, leaning back in his seat.

"I think you need a break," she suggested in an innocent tone.

"Do I?" She nodded. "And what would happen if I took a break?"

She shrugged. "Stuff," she replied, beginning to tickle her toes along his inner thigh.

He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of 'stuff'?"

"You know...stuff stuff," she added, her toes going higher to brush against his cock.

"You can't wait?"

"No," she said simply, continuing to lightly run her toes along his hardening cock.

He gritted his teeth, trying to will down the lust she was stirring up within him. "Bree..." he started to protest, but his words died off.

"Yes?" she said, her toes pressing harder into him.

His eyes drifting shut, a groan rumbled in his chest. "You are such a brat," he commented, making her giggle, and abruptly stood up to kiss her hard. "Look what you did," he murmured, pressing her hand against his fully hard cock, and gave a quiet groan when she squeezed.

"That was the goal," she replied, a mischievous look on her face as she undid his pants to reach inside, and made him give another groan when her fingers wrapped around his cock. "What's this?" she asked playfully, wasting no time in stroking him, and gasped when he forced her legs further apart and reached between them to find her clit.

"I could ask the same of you," he said quietly when he felt how wet she was. "No panties?" She shook her head. "You just assumed you would get your way?"

"I usually do," she replied coyly, and gasped when suddenly he thrusted two fingers within her.

"Is that so?" he murmured, making her whimper when he started curling them up against that special spot, and whimpering all she could do was nod.

Breanne breathed in sharply when suddenly he inserted a third finger, her eyes rolling back as soon as he started thrusting them into her. "Oh my god, James," she moaned, reaching down to stroke her clit, when suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

"You keep your hands right where they are. Understand?" he demanded in that low pitch she loved, and simply nodded, her eyes drifting shut as he sped up the motions of his hand.

"Please...don't stop..." she quietly begged as she quickly began to spiral up, when abruptly he stopped. "No, god damnit," she groaned, scowling at him.

He chuckled, and with a quick tug yanked her off of the desk. Before she could react, he spun her around and forced her over the desk, making her cry out when he suddenly slapped her ass hard. "I should torture you and make you beg for it, you little fucking brat," he growled, giving another slap. "You think you deserve what you're wanting?"

She cried out when he gave yet another slap. "I'll be good, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please make me come," she whimpered, and felt him move.

"I can't hear you."

"Please make me-" she started to repeat, but cried out when suddenly his hot tongue was on her clit as his hands grasped her thighs to force them apart. Biting her lip hard, she squirmed against the assault of his tongue, giving a small cry when again his hand came in contact with her ass cheek. "Fuck...just like that..." she whispered, arching back against him, and as soon as he gave a light suck to her clit she loudly cried out for him as she came on his tongue.

Giving murmurs of approval, he drank her in until she slumped into the desk, and quickly was getting back on his feet to free himself. As soon as his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down to his thighs he swiftly buried himself into her, both of them moaning in approval at the same time. "Your little pussy feels so good," he growled as he steadily sped up his thrusts, gripping her hips as he admired the view of her ass bouncing with each plunge. Reaching up, he pulled her hair back into a ponytail before yanking hard to force her head back. She gave a small gasp when he forced her leg up to where it was propped on the edge of the desk, giving him better access to her clit, and cried out when he started using those magic fingers on her.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she begged, her hands clutching papers lying in front of her.

"Come for me, little girl," he growled, giving a swift slap to one of her ass cheeks just as he yanked her head further back, and pressing back into him she again cried out as she came in agonizingly powerful throbs. He gave a low moan when he felt her clench around him, his nails digging into her hip as he fought back his own orgasm. Pulling from her, he spun her back around and crushed his lips to hers as he teasingly caressed her clit, making her squeal as her hips jerked against his hand. Sitting back down, he yanked her onto his lap and again kissed her. "Ride my cock," he demanded, his eyes burning into hers with that look which always made her feel exposed. Not needing to be told twice, she took him in her hand as she raised up, and once he was aligned just right she sank down onto him, both of them moaning once she was flush to him. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her dress to run along her sides.

"Fuck, your cock is so amazing," she panted, quickly speeding up her motions until they were just short of frantic.

"Yeah? You like the way my cock feels?" he asked, watching her intently as her pleasure once more built.

She nodded. "You feel so good...oh god, I'm getting close," she whimpered.

"Me too...that's it, keep riding my cock," he demanded, gripping her hips as his own started arching up.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed against him. "Come in me, James," she whispered in his ear, and at was at this he moaned as he fell apart, his climax immediately triggering a final one for her.

Holding onto each other, they quietly panted as they came down from their highs, when Breanne was the first to move by getting up from his lap. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked as he pulled his pants back up, and smiling brightly she nodded. "Now may I please get back to what I was working on?"

"For now," she replied, and leaning down gave him a kiss before skipping out of the room. Smirking, he shook his head as he went back to reading over his work documents, noting to himself he could not complain about how she had distracted him...