Peter looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk that needed his signature and sighed. It didn't seem to be getting any smaller, no matter the fact that it was well past 5 in the evening. He wanted to get home, have a drink, get some sleep and kiss Liv and spend time with Noah. Peter faithfully added his signature without struggling through the content.

Peter looked up as the door to his office opened. He'd thought he was alone, but smiled when Olivia came in. "I thought you were working late."

"I was but I wanted to see you and go home with you," she said, a soft smile on her face. "I missed you, and Noah misses us."

He smiled. "I know it is late. I have to get through this."

"I can forge your signature," she said with a shrug, unbuttoning her coat. This piece of news doesn't surprise him. What did surprise him was what she wore as her coat fell to the floor. A black lace shirt, showing clearly a bright red bra beneath it. He forgot to breathe for a moment or two. She smiled at him, her hand under his chin. "My face is up here Peter."

"And such a beautiful face it is," he agreed, eyes going to hers. She perched on the edge of the desk, leaned over him and kissed him gently.

"I thought… you might need a break," she said, biting her lip slightly. So…"

"So you're going to make my night complete are you?" he asked lowly.

"That was the plan, yes." He unfastened a button, then two until the lace had opened enough for him to see her flesh encased in red silk. God she was breathtaking, and she didn't even realise it. He lifted his hand and traced the edge of her breast with one finger, where the silk met skin.

"You are temptation itself," he said and she blushed slightly. He stroked her cheek gently before kissing her. He only intended it to be light, but it didn't work out that way. Tongues tangled and when he dragged himself away he was breathless with desire. "I want you," he said simply. "I can wait until we get home, though."

"Well I can't," she said. "You're going to be here for hours, that stack of papers isn't getting any smaller." Before he could reply she took her shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Peter cupped her breasts, feeling the soft silk and her warm skin simultaneously. He reached to her side and achingly slowly pulled the zip of her skirt down as she smiled.

All of a sudden she moved off the desk, removing her skirt, kicking her shoes off and then straddling him on the chair in a matter of seconds. His hands went to her bum, pulling her firmly on his lap and she gasped as his fingers dug into her flesh. She reached back for his palm and laced her fingers with his. Then she moved it slowly between her legs, pressing his palm against her and Peter groaned. He could feel her damp heat through her knickers and that sent a thrill through him. He touched her gently, but not for long. Instead he quickly removed her bra and squeezed her breasts. Liv's head rolled backward as she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Immensely.

His arms went tight around her waist and he lifted her up, lying her down on his desk. She smiled, dark passion clear in her blue eyes. He leaned over her, kissing her intensely and she tried to wrap her legs around him. Instead there was a whoosh. They both looked around in surprise and saw the paperwork fluttering everywhere, falling to the floor in total disorganisation.

"Whoops," she said. "Sorry."

"This is worth it," he growled at her. She laughed, but it turned into a squeal as he pulled her knickers down and pushed two fingers inside her. He moved slowly as her eyes closed in pleasure. He knew just where to touch her and she arched up for more. His free hand stroked her bare breasts, making her buck underneath him. Peter suddenly stopped, and quickly stripped as she watched, eyes gone black with desire as she took in the view of his body. She sat up and reached for him but Peter shook his head. "Lie down," he said in a demanding tone. She didn't argue. He kissed her lips once and then started exploring her body with hands and mouth, softly, slowly and delicately. As if it were the first time he was touching her. Liv's moans got louder and he smiled into her skin. His hand slipped between her legs and stroked her, slowly working her up.

"Whenever I'm working and bored out of my mind, I'm going to picture this. You, naked on my desk, writhing with pleasure as I touch you. Crying out as I do… this." He pinched her clitoris lightly and she moaned.

"God Peter, I need you now."

He smirked. Praying that the desk had strong legs, he loomed over her for a moment and then thrust inside her. Her eyes opened and she laced her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Her legs wrapped around him in invitation and he moved, just enough for the friction to make her squirm with delight. "Faster Peter, please!"

He wouldn't deny her. Not tonight. He thrust inside her powerfully, making her inner muscles clench around him with each stroke. She was dangerously close to orgasm and he knew it. So was he, the warm tell tale desire flooding him. His hands were clutching at her as he moved inside her hard. "Oh!" Her body tensed as she climaxed and Peter pushed into her twice more before he followed suit with a groan into her neck.

They stilled completely, their sweat covered bodies sticking together as they tried to breathe normally. Eventually Peter kissed her slowly and full of love.

"We should get dressed," he suggested. "Now I want to take you home and make you cum over and over."

"Well what are we waiting for" she agreed as he got off of her. In silence they slowly pulled themselves together, and when they were fully dressed she looked at him.

"Lets go home."

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