Peter looked at the computer screen, the words starting to blur. He was bored out of his mind and he was not enjoying the report he had to write. He was obligated to turn a report twice a year, and it was easily the dullest thing he had to do. On top of that, he was waiting for an important call. It was a boring day of paperwork and Peter wanted to go home. It was only two in the afternoon though.

Suddenly the door burst open, and he minimized the report he was working on out of habit. Then he smiled as he saw Olivia, her hair curling around her face beautifully. "God, you're like a breath of fresh air at the moment," he said, relieved for the distraction. "Wait, what are you…?"

He never finished that sentence. Instead he watched in bewilderment as she flicked the lock on the door and closed the blinds very quickly. She smiled, that half flirty half dangerous smile that he knew meant one thing. He started to shake his head. "Oh no, we can't."

"You look bored out of your mind," she said. "I'm going to fix that." She perched on the edge of the desk, draping herself over him, before kissing him deeply, her tongue tangling with his.

"Mm," he murmured, his hands entwining in her hair. She wrapped her arms around him, pushing their bodies closer together. He could feel her breasts against him and even though it was the middle of the working day, and there were a half dozen people less than ten feet away from his office, he wanted her. He wanted her right here, right now. His imagination came up with a rather tantalising image of her sprawled naked on his desk and he moaned at the thought.

Then she moved, a smile as if knowing what he was thinking. Her nimble fingers reached for his belt. "We can't," he said, half heartedly at best.

"Oh yes we can," she said. "Or I can." Her roaming hands slipped inside his boxers and she squeezed gently. All of his reservations flew out of the window as he closed his eyes in bliss. After only a few moments she stopped and he looked at her in disappointment. That was until she slid downwards, kneeling on the floor, half under his desk.

"No, not here," he said. "I really can't, because…" Her mouth enveloped him and words lost meaning. Her tongue slowly swirled around the head and he groaned, especially when her eyes flicked upwards and caught his, the arousal clear between them. She cupped his balls in one hand, and stroked his length with the other as she kept sucking, licking and teasing.

Suddenly the phone rang and Peter groaned again, this time with frustration. "You have to stop," he said with disappointment. She ignored him. "I have to answer it."

She pulled back for a few seconds, only long enough to speak. "Then answer it. But I'm not stopping." She returned to her task, taking another inch of him inside her warm wet mouth. He would get her back for this, he just knew it.

"Yes?" he said in a clipped tone as he picked up the phone. Liv giggled, which had Peter closing his eyes as the vibration delighted his nerve endings. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, urging her on, even as he struggled to find a logical sentence to say.

"Right," Peter said. "And the preliminary…" he tailed off as her tongue started flicking over him incredibly quickly. "And the… of course…" He swallowed as she moved, licking up his shaft, feeling the wet warmth of her lips as she moved. She reached his scrotum and licked slowly, teasingly as her hand wrapped around his length.

"With the application, you're saying?" Peter said, his face going red with the effort of keeping his voice steady. Then she took him in her mouth yet again and hummed quietly. The vibration had him close to climax in moments. God, he was going to come. He could feel it, and he knew perfectly well that she wouldn't stop, never mind the phone call. Her hands started stroking the insides of his thighs as she kept sucking. "Can you just hold for a moment?" he said with amazing calmness as he felt himself throb with need. He managed (just about) to put the phone on hold before he climaxed with an incredibly loud groan. She swallowed, still looking at him with a glint of desire in her eyes, her mouth still surrounding his length with warmth and her tongue leisurely flicking over him.

He pushed his chair backwards so he wasn't touching her and he breathed heavily, trying to get his composure back. Liv's eyes flicked to the phone and then the door. "Oh no," he said. "You are not going anywhere," his voice taking on a tone of danger and challenge. "Do not move." She did move, but only to sit on the edge of his desk again. Peter picked up the phone and resumed his conversation. Liv listened in silence for about three minutes. Then she looked at Peter, smiled and started to unbutton her blouse. Peter kept speaking normally, but his eyes were focused on her breasts. Livpulled the blouse off and then reached behind her for the bra clasp.

"I er…" Peter tailed off, watching as the lace fell away from her beautiful body. Her nipples were erect and he wanted to suck them. This teasing was almost more than he could bear. "I'll put that in the report which I'll send to your office tomorrow. Of course." Peter pretended he was listening, but in reality he was watching Olivia's breasts, moving slightly as she breathed.

"Excellent," he said, still mesmerised by her perfect chest. "Okay. Until tomorrow. Goodbye." He put the phone down and glared at her. She laughed, making her breasts wobble in a delightful way. "How could you do that?!" he said, half angry, half aroused.

"I wanted to see how long you could keep a logical conversation going while my mouth was… doing unspeakably erotic things to you."

"I'm going to get my own back for that one," he said in a low voice, which made her eyes sparkle delightfully. He cupped her breasts, one in each hand and squeezed her nipples hard.

"Ooh, gently!" she said. He lightened his touch instantly, until she was sighing with pleasure, his thumbs brushing over the hard nubs. He leaned closer to her and caressed the undersides of her breasts as he licked one of her nipples. She moaned with desire and her eyes popped open as he slid her skirt upwards, the material pooling around her thighs. He leaned in close to her, looking deep in her brown eyes as his hands pulled her knickers off.

His fingers slid across her wet folds as he kissed her neck, feeling her pulse racing. He touched her clitoris very gently, making her cry out thinly. Very, very slowly he worked her up, touching her tantalisingly, pushing a finger inside her and stroking her leisurely. The scent of her arousal was filling the room and he kissed her softly before he drew away from her completely, not touching her at all.

She looked at him in confusion and then the realisation dawned on her that he wasn't going to touch her again. "You're not going to…"

"No," he said with a smile, eyes glowing at her. "That's how I tease you." He picked up her knickers from the floor and tucked them away in his inner jacket pocket.

"You can't leave me there," she said urgently, her cheeks red and her eyes bright with desire.

"Oh yes I can," he said.

"Fine," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She opened her legs and touched herself, her fingers playing over her arousal. She rocked her hips as she "mmed" under her own touch. Peter watched, entranced as she thrust two fingers inside herself, her hips undulating with want. He watched as her face flushed and her breathing got heavier. God, she looked incredible. Just the sight of her touching herself was turning him on. She tensed and cried out, making Peter grateful that his office was soundproofed.

"You look so… phenomenal," he said.

"Mm," she said with a shrug, picking up her clothes, and slowly getting dressed. "Well, it does feel better when you do it. But you didn't give me much of a choice." She drew him in for a kiss, a deep kiss of promise and desire.

"We will continue this, when we get home," he said.

"Mm," she agreed. "Can I have my knickers back?"

"No," he said. "I'm going to keep them in my pocket." She felt a dart of heat go through her, but she didn't argue.

"I will see you at mine then," she said, hopping off of his desk. She threw him a smouldering look and then left his office. Peter smiled as she went. Teasing her was his favourite activity. Because later tonight, she would explode with the most intense orgasm ever. At least until the next time they teased each other.

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