This one is slightly m-rated.
He's been watching her for a while now, secretly admiring the way she's rummaging in the office kitchen to make some coffee after another night with too little sleep. He's found that he loves watching her do mundane things like this lately, ever since they got together.
And while he is standing there he can't help but think damn, she's hot. Still not used to the fact that he is now officially allowed to think of her in that way. Not that he didn't do it before though, but still. It's different now.
The simplicity of the dress she's wearing doesn't take any of its excitement. It's black and long-sleeved, knee long and tight, and it perfectly accentuates each and every curve of her body. A zipper runs all the way down the back - an outfit detail that's always been his greatest weakness on her. It ends in a slit that divides the last 6 inches of the fabric, revealing an inviting glimpse of her milky thighs.
He thinks that her ass looks glorious in that dress. And the way her red tresses cascade over her shoulders all but screams an invitation for his face to be buried there. And he's sure he can't resist the urge to do so much longer.
She's combined the dress with one of the highest pairs of heels she owns. Red. Another of his weaknesses. And then these long, slim legs, with skin so smooth and flesh so soft he wants to bite and suck on every inch of it forever.
He can clearly feel the need for her growing and his blood flowing south. Good thing that he is now not only officially allowed to think of her in that way but also officially allowed, if not somewhat obliged, to act on those thoughts.
He therefore detaches from the doorframe and approaches her slowly.
Placing his hands on her hips, he growls low into her ear "You look so fucking hot today. I wish I could get you laid right here and now." He presses his already semi-hard erection into her butt to emphasize his point and she can't suppress a loud moan.
The hungry look he's been piercing her with all morning hasn't escaped her. And she can't deny that she likes it. Pretty much. After all, she has dreamed of being desired by him like this for years.
He pulls the zipper on her back down a bit and starts biting her neck and kissing between her shoulder blades, slowly moving further down.
For a moment, she gets lost in his ministrations. But then she remembers where they are, and her body stiffens when she mumbles "Harvey, please" to make him stop. But her voice sounds hardly convincing, and his dick twitches unintentionally in his pants by hearing those words. Words she usually uses to make him do anything but stop.
But he knows they talked about this. About things like that being inappropriate. And they agreed on not doing PDA, on keeping their intimacy to themselves.
However, sometimes … sometimes they still can't hold back this insatiable attraction they feel for each other. And who could blame them?
As if on call, footsteps now sound from the distance. He sighs in frustration and pulls the zipper back up. He takes a step back and she turns around, smiling sweetly at him. The darkness in her gaze sends another tingle directly to his groin and he has to avert his eyes to avoid falling over her.
She gives him a peck on his cheek and then leaves the kitchen in the direction of the bathroom - pretty sure to find her panties damp with arousal as soon as she gets into the stall.