I quite like this one. I did tweak the ending just a little. Made it flow better, IMO. Hope you like.

HOUSE'S OFFICE

House hated any puzzle he couldn't solve, and this cryptogram in the paper was driving him nuts. So much so that he didn't hear Cuddy approach until she was leaning on his desk.

"House!" She shouted, trying to get his attention.

House looked up. He could tell by the look on her face that he was in big trouble. He quickly ran the day through his mind. What had he done this time? Who ratted on him?

All three of his Ducklings had ratted him out at one point or another, so he couldn't narrow it down that way. He didn't have any patients at the moment, so it couldn't be one of them. He didn't even have clinic duty….shit! He'd forgotten clinic duty, again. She was going to kill him.

"Where were you at 3pm today?" He was right, that's when he was supposed to be in the clinic. Her calm tone was far worse than when she yelled. It was like she could blow at any moment.

"Cameron was giving me a lecture about being nice to patients." He knew that Cuddy hated it when he spent too much time with Cameron. Maybe this would throw her off his scent.

"Cameron was in the clinic. Try again." She came around the desk slowly and leaned against it. Her leg was brushing his. She was trying to seduce the truth out of him; sneaky.

House looked down at their touching legs. She followed his gaze, and instead of moving her leg away from his, she moved it so it sat between his. He gulped loudly. "Foreman?"

"He was talking with Wilson. Killed two birds there." She picked up his cane, which he always left leaning in the corner between his desk and bookshelf. She had to reach across him to do it, and he thought she quite deliberately leaned so he could look down her shirt. That woman really could work those breasts.

"Chase?" House was now clutching at straws. They both knew he was making stuff up now, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.

"Wrong again." She was twisting the cane around in her hand. "Too bad. I was so hoping I wouldn't have to get rough." She gripped both ends of the cane. House kind of liked the look on her face. He had a feeling this was going to be the good kind of rough.

"I was a bad boy, huh?" House hung his head in exaggerated shame. There were some days when he was glad he got up and came to work in the morning. This was definitely one of them.

"I think so." She got up; spinning the cane in one hand she walked over to the window and closed the blinds. She made sure the door was locked, and came back over to where House was anxiously waiting.

"What are you going to do to me?" He was trying to hide a grin.

"It's not so much what I'm going to do to you as what you are going to do for me." She gave him a very well executed lascivious grin.

"Oh, really?" He was hoping for something else.

She lifted the cane up over his head. For a moment he thought she was going to knock him out, but she locked it around the back of his neck, and pulled him toward her.

He was ready for a kiss, but that's not were his face was headed. She was lowering his head toward her waist, and then slightly lower. If this was his punishment, he couldn't wait to see what she would reward him with when he did something right.

He put his hands on her waist, and then slid them back to her zipper. Soon, the skirt slid to the floor and he was confronted by a pair of very lacy panties. "Nice." He slips his hands up the sides of the panties, feeling the smooth flesh of her hips.

He kissed her just above the panty line. He could feel her body tense up at his touch. It made him feel powerful. He slipped his tongue down under her panties, and felt the soft curls of hair. He looked up at her. Her head was thrown back, and she was holding on to the edge of the desk. She was waiting for him to make his move.

He teased her with is tongue, sliding it around her bare skin just above her hairline. He lowered her panties, sliding them slowly down to her thighs. He stopped at the top of her thigh highs. Man were those a great invention.

He spread her legs slightly, pushing them apart with his hands. She complied easily. She was eager to give him access. His tongue slipped inside her quickly, easily. She moaned and twisted with his every movement.

His hands slid across her hips and landed on her firm ass, pulling it away from the desk and closer to him. She put her hands on his shoulders. He looked up to see her eyes looking down on him. She liked to watch. He took a moment to smile up at her, and was going to make a snarky comment, but she pushed him back into place.

It wasn't long before she climaxed. House got the impression she would have liked to have been louder than she was, but was trying to hold back. He could just imagine someone walking past his office, and hearing her screams of ecstasy. He would have loved that. Oh, well, maybe next time.

He leaned back in his chair, a very self satisfied look on his face. He watched her redress, admiring the show as she did. "Well, boss, I think I've learned my lesson."

"I certainly hope not." She flashed him that amazing smile of hers, then turned and walked away. "I'll be keeping an eye on you Dr. House."

"Please do," he said to the closed door. She'd gone, leaving him to realize that this was Tuesday. He didn't have clinic duty until Thursday. So what exactly had she come to see him about? Realization dawned on him slowly and he smiled. "Oh, she's good."