Erin, where are you going?" Aaron looked up from his desk in his office at BAU. She was all dolled up as though she was going out to a very fancy event, with her in glossy curls and a full face of makeup, but she was wearing a long trench coat in the heat of the summer.

She locked the door behind her and dropped the coat. To his shock, she was wearing nothing but a lacy black corset, and matching panties, complete with garters and stockings. He had never seen her in something so provocative. She was so beautiful, she looked not quite real, like she had stepped out of a fantasy his fantasy. Her breasts were provocatively displayed with the help of the corset, and they swelled with each breath she took. He could see the rapid pulse of her heartbeat in her throat.

She arched a eyebrow suggestively and walked to him, sitting on his lap. She kissed him, massaging his tongue with her own as she undressed him. He pawed her breast through the corset, but she wagged her finger at him. "No touching," she smirked wickedly. Once she had him down to just his boxers, she sat him in the chair across from his desk. He admired her firm bottom as she leaned over the record player to put on some sexy jazz music. She danced along to the song, shaking her full hips and putting on a tantalizing show for him. He loved seeing her gorgeous curves bounce along with the tune. She made her way to the empty chair behind his desk and bent over, shimmying her bottom as she slowly pulled her panties down to the floor and tossed them to him. He caught them, inhaling her personal perfume. She sat down into the chair, putting her feet flat on the seat, her knees to her chest. She locked her eyes with his seductively and brought her hand around to her clit, peeking out from between her thighs. He could see from there that she was already dripping with excitement. She spread her delicate pink lips for him, teasing her opening with her fingertips. "Aaron, you make me burn in a constant state of need. It's sweet torture to watch you sit here all day long looking so handsome in your suit when all I want to do is tear it off of you and let you take me right here. Look at how wet I am, so ready for you."

His hand absentmindedly went to the growing hardness in his boxers. He began to stroke himself as she traced small circles against her clit. She looked up, "No, Aaron. No touching-"

"But I thought-"

"No, you naughty boy. If you can't play by my rules, I will be forced to bind your hands," she eyed his tie sitting on the desk.

Reluctantly, he leaned forward for a better view, clasping his hands together in front of him. She threw her head back and sighed as she lost herself in pleasure. "I need to feel your thick cock inside of me," he had never heard her use that word before, yet it sounded so natural coming out of her mouth. "I want you to take your time and explore every inch of my body," she continued as she gently sunk two fingers inside of her slit, inhaling deeply. "Oh Aaron, that feels positively delicious" she licked her red lips seductively and began pumping her fingers painstakingly slowly, building up her pleasure gradually. She writhed in the chair, making sweet squeaks of delight.

Aaron was beside himself with want at this point. He had never imagined his boss engaging in self-gratification. He was so turned on watching her take control of her sexuality. It was such an intimate thing to witness and he was so glad that she felt comfortable sharing this with him. He felt like it was his own private peep show. His erection was straining against the confines of his boxers, desperate for release. "Erin, you are such a merciless tease!" he exclaimed.

"I'm right on the edge, Aaron. Should I finish on my own, or would you like to join me?" she looked up and gave him a wink.

She knew the answer without asking. Aaron jumped up at her question, ripping off his boxers and rushing to her. "Slow and deep, darling," she reminded him, her voice strained and breathy.

He bent her over his desk, and teased her soaking entrance with his cock. He rubbed back and forth slowly, until she whimpered with frustrated anticipation.

"Slow and deep," he repeated her words, easing into her with great restraint.

She gasped at the moment of penetration. She knew no greater pleasure. He paused, allowing her to savor the feeling. He gradually thrusted, pressing himself as deep as he could, sliding along her slippery walls. She reached back to massage his balls as he stroked her gently. "I'm coming," she shuddered beneath him. The contractions of her orgasm quickly brought him to completion. He kissed the nape of her neck as he buried himself into her one last time.

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