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Octopus Mug

Penelope glared at Luke, her fingers grasping tightly around her mug.

How dare he? Almost betting her precious mug to go in the pile? Well, she'd show him.

Later that night, after dealing with another horrific case, Penelope had claimed she was staying behind to finish some work. As everyone was packing up their desks and making their evening plans, Penelope walked into her office and pulled out her phone.

Let everyone else leave and then come into my office.

Seconds later, she heard Matt call out. "Hey, Luke, you ready?"

"Um… I've actually got a bit more paperwork to finish off, so I'll just get this done, and then I'll head home."

"Alright, see you in the morning."

Penelope waited. She heard multiple footsteps as her colleagues began to filter out; she listened to the doors of the elevator open and close and then heard the mechanism start whirring as it took them down to the ground floor.

Then came the knock at her door.

"What's with the mysterious texts?" Luke asked. He shut the door behind him, looking at her and grinning.

"I wanted some alone time," she told him. And that was true. She did want some alone time with him.

"Here?" His mouth quirked up.

"Yep. Sit down." Penelope was leant against her desk, and from the look on Luke's face, he suspected that something was up. She turned the chair towards him, and Luke stood still for three seconds, eyeing her up before he finally did as she asked.

"What's going on?"

His voice was tinged with uncertainty, his eyes cautious.

"I can't believe you were going to be my octopus mug," she said to him, unmoving from her spot.

"I wasn't really," he teased, his eyes drifted to the exposed skin of her legs.

"Well, it wasn't very nice of you." Penelope moved to stand in front of him, raising her eyebrow when Luke didn't look straight at her but kept his eyes on her thighs.

Finally managing to pull his eyes away from her, Luke grinned up and held his hand out, his fingers running along the back of her thighs.

"Maybe I can make it up to you?"

Penelope stepped closer, Luke's hand hot on her skin. "Or maybe I should punish you."

Not allowing him to answer, Penelope leaned down and kissed him hard on his lips, tangling her fingers into his short hair and tilting his head.

Her tongue pushed into his mouth. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to take it.

Luke hands dug into her thighs, his mouth pliant under hers. As his hands began to skate upwards, the fabric of her dress bunching at his wrists, Penelope moved her mouth to his neck.

Her fingers went to his shirt, and she began to unbutton it, trailing her kisses down his chest. She made a quick detour when she reached his nipples, stopping to lightly nip and kiss the puckered flesh before she continued her way down.

Luke seemed so caught up in what she was doing, his head thrown back, deep groans reverberating through his chest.

Sinking to her knees, Penelope made short work of his belt. Not bothering to pull his trousers down, Penelope unbuttoned them and then unzipped the denim. Reaching into his boxers, his cock was waiting for her, swollen and hot.

When her hand made contact with it, Luke's hips jerked from the chair, and his head rolled forward.

"What-what are you doing?" he panted, his eyes not quite capable of focusing.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Penelope asked.

Her hand ran over his length once before she grasped it in her first, pumping up and down, her grip tightening with every pass.

"It looks like-it… looks like…" Luke trailed off, and when Penelope ran her finger over the purple head, a deep groan ripped from his throat, and his hands frantically grasped the arms of her chair.

"Looks like what?" Penelope asked, a cheeky edge to her voice. "Like I'm going to suck your cock?"

She swore she felt him pulse in her hand when she said 'cock'. It turned her on. Her own underwear was wet, her breasts tight. Penelope loved that she could elicit this type of reaction out of him, that she had this power over him. It made her feel bold and confident and sexy.

Penelope lifted his cock towards his stomach and then licked the veined underside, all the way up to his bulbous head.

"Fuck!" Luke swore, his entire body tense as Penelope repeated the action again and again as if he were her own personal lollipop.

Penelope smirked against the tight skin and took him into her mouth, stopping just before he reached the back of her throat. She pulled back, releasing him with a pop, and then sucked him in again and again.

He was musky against her tongue, the saltiness teasing her tastebuds.

Taking his balls in her hand and lightly rolling them, just seconds before she pressed her tongue against the base of his dick, making Luke's hips jerk off the chair and down her throat.

"I'm going to—I'm going to—"

Oh, she knew exactly what he was going to do.

Penelope stood up, Luke looking at her with deeply hooded eyes, his pupils so dark they were almost black.

Seductively, Penelope reached under her dress and removed her underwear, her eyes never leaving his.

Discarding her underwear, not caring where they landed, Penelope lifted her legs over Luke's so she was straddling him. Teasingly, she ran the head of her cock against her soaked folds.

"Christ! Chica!" Luke begged, his eyes full of desperation.

His large hands went to her back, and he ran them up and down, like he needed to touch her.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes! Yes!" He seemed almost delirious with pleasure.

"Promise me something."

"Anything…" Luke groaned, and his head rolled back, his eyes resting on her as he shifted his hips, clearly trying to create some kind of friction between them.

"That you will never again think about using my octopus mug as collateral in a game. Understood?"

Frantically, Luke nodded his head.

"I want the words, Luke." To punish him—and because she was getting worked up herself, Penelope placed the tip inside her, luxuriating in the way he stretched her. "I want you to promise me."

"I promise! I promise!"

Pleased at his words, Penelope sunk down on him, taking him balls deep straight away.

"Oh, God…" Luke leaned forward, his hungry mouth crashing against hers, taking everything she was offering him.

She rocked on him, her ass jiggling against his thighs.

When Luke ripped his mouth away from hers, he mouthed her dress out of the way and used his hands to pop her breasts out of her bra and then lift the hot mounds to his mouth.

Feverishly, he sucked the top of her breasts, most likely leaving a mark before sucking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled the peak, driving her towards her orgasm.

Inside her shoes, her toes curled, and she felt sweat rolling down her back, making her dress stick to her back.

"Come for me," Luke urged when her moans got breathless, and her chest began to heave uncontrollably. "Come for me."

Penelope's head lolled back. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gyrated down on him harder, making him hit that little spot straight inside her.

She had no idea how Luke was holding on, how he hadn't released deep inside her.

His hands reached behind her. Harshly, he grabbed her ass and hauled her onto him hard—once, twice, and on the third time, Penelope flew apart.

Her orgasm raced through her, all the way from her head to her toes and back again. It shimmered over her skin, warming her and making her shiver at the same time.

"Luke!" she cried, her hands going to his shoulders as she clung to him, her body actually shaking from the force of her orgasm.

Two thrusts later and Luke was next, shooting deep inside her, making her realise that they hadn't used a condom—thank God she was on the pill.

Luke let his head sag against her shoulder, his nose nuzzling the sweaty skin there before he placed a tender kiss on her flesh.

Penelope allowed herself to get her breath back. Her fingers ran through his hair, and she cradled him close. Sex with Luke was always amazing, but she also enjoyed the intimacy they shared.

Pulling herself back, Penelope gazed at Luke, a smile curling at her lips.

He looked back at her, a similar smile on his face.

"If that's how you react to me almost gambling with your octopus mug, I might have to do it again."

Penelope's mouth dropped open as Luke's smile turned cheeky, his arms tightening around her.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Luke waggled his eyebrows at her. "You'll just have to wait and see."

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