Day 16: "We're like cocoa and marshmallows. You're hot and I wanna be on top of you."

8:43 pm

Zed plops down in the chair beside Addison. "Good evening my lovely work-wife," he greets.

"Hello Zed," she replies, uninterested. "Why are you still here? It's Christmas Eve."

"We have a project due the twenty-seventh, team captain, and I don't want to come in on the twenty-sixth."

"You know you don't have to call me team captain, seeing as we're the only ones on the project?"

"It's more fun that way."

Addison spared him a glance before returning her attention to her computer.

"I got us dinner," Zed offers.

She smiles at him, eyes drifting to the brown paper bags she hadn't noticed before.

"Thank you, dear work-husband." She leans over and kisses his cheek.

"Oh! A kiss! What if someone catches you?"

Addison rolls her eyes. She turns and kisses him, on the lips this time.

When she pulls back, she smirks. "I hope no one saw that," she jokes. "Oh wait, we're the only ones here."

Zed pouts. "You're a meanie."

"I'm also hungry. What'd you get, 'work-husband' slash 'real-boyfriend'?"

"Remember that really cool Japanese-Mexican fusion place we went to a few weeks ago?" He starts to unpack the bland looking, white styrofoam boxes from the bag.

"Yeah?"

He grins. "They do take out."

Addison beams. Despite how weird the style sounded, the food was surprisingly really good.

"I got you taco rice," he says as he slides her her box. "And some Mexican Fanta." He pulls the glass bottle from the bag, putting it next to her food.

"What'd you get?"

"Enchilada pie, and no you can't have some."

Addison feigns a gasp. "Don't be mean to your work-wife!"

"You ate all my rice last time!"

"I'm your work-wife, it's my job!"

"I'm hungry too!"

Addison gives him a very convincing pout and he caves. It's not like he would've stopped her anyway.

11:13 pm

"Hey, Addison."

"If what you're about to say isn't related to the Crimson Lane project, I don't want to hear it."

"It's eleven. I'm bored!"

"You're supposed to be working."

"Bored."

"You could go home."

"You're my ride and also we're staying at your parents' house."

"Then stop complaining and get to work."

11:48pm

Zed looks away from the long, never-ending list of graphic designers at the company's disposal, and to his girlfriend/work-wife. "Do you want some coffee or anything?"

Addison doesn't peel her eyes from her screen. "Yes please. Or maybe some hot cocoa. Just something hot."

"On it."

12:02am

"We're like cocoa and marshmallows. You're hot and I wanna be on top of you."

Addison snorts in response. "Did you come up with that on your own or did you google it?"

Zed is silent. She looks over at him, noting the pink dusting his cheeks before he says, "I googled it."

She giggles, reaching over to pinch his cheek. "Still good."

12:07 am

"Are you actually horny?" Addison asks.

"Just fantasizing about taking you over this conference table. Works better than coffee."

Addison laughs. "You're so weird. If we finish by one, I promise I'll give you the best blowjob that ever blowjobed."

"Now you're speaking my language."

12:32 am

They weren't technically finished.

But they had both gotten a little...jumpy, once the clock hit midnight. Jumpy and handsy. A tiny bit dirty. Extra flirty.

And yes, the idea of having sex in the conference room of their workplace, in the middle of the night, where no one knows they were actually dating but constantly teased them for acting like a couple, was a huge turn on.

And so was Addison, bent over the table with her leggings bunched around her ankles and her dress pulled up over her ass, Zed situated behind her with his slacks around his ankles and his throbbing cock sawing in and out of her juicy cunt.

They were going to end up going into work the day after Christmas, but some raunchy office sex was totally worth it.