Dedicated to my girl VampireAcademyNerd for her birthday! This is basically just human Rose and Dimitri as horny coworkers that are in denial of how much they want each other. This is just some fluffy office smut, don't take it too seriously.
Title refers to the song "Elevator Love Letter" by Stars, which is my recommended listening for this fic. And thank you to Sternammorgen for betaing!
Rolling her shoulders, Rose glanced at the time on her computer. 7:00pm.
Great, so much for going out tonight.
Grabbing her phone, Rose shot off a quick text to her best friend Lissa letting her know she would have to reschedule their girls' night. She knew she would never hear the end of it later since it was after work hours on a Friday night, but this would save her ass next week if she finished tonight.
She pulled her dark brown curls into a messy bun and grabbed a granola bar from her purse, settling in for another late night.
This account was going to be the death of her. Looking around, Rose saw that most of her coworkers had gone home. The cubicles around hers were all empty, most of the offices lining the wall opposite her were dark.
Except for the office closest to her. The door was closed, but the light was on and she could see the outline of broad shoulders through the small window.
Dimitri Belikov, Senior Account Executive.
Or as Lissa called him, her Hot Russian Boss.
Two of those things were true. He was Russian, a faint accent to his deep voice. And he was definitely hot.
He had to be at least six foot seven, towering over Rose by about a foot easily. And damn if she didn't find that hot. The button-down shirts that he wore did little to hide his muscular physique, and he had silky-looking dark hair that he wore a little longer than most of the other clean-cut executives.
The one thing he was not was Rose's boss. They were on the same team, but she did not directly report to him. Which Lissa said ruined the fantasy but meant that Rose could actually get with him.
Rose had to admit that it was a nice fantasy, boss or not, but that's all it was. And she had definitely fantasized about him on more than one occasion.
It didn't matter that Dimitri wasn't her boss, because as far as she could tell he couldn't stand her. He was polite enough in passing but if they were ever alone in a conference room after a meeting or in the office kitchen, he always left as quickly as possible.
Rose knew that her personality could be a bit much for some, but she toned down her attitude at work. She had no idea what she had ever done to piss Dimitri off, but she wasn't going to beg someone to pay attention to her who always looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but with her. She had more self-respect than that.
Even if he was hot. So, so very hot.
Sigh.
Focusing on the report in front of her, Rose was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice him approaching until he was next to her cubicle.
"Rose." His deep voice and sudden presence made her jump in her chair, drawing a chuckle out of him.
She didn't think she'd ever heard him laugh before, and damn. She would love to see what else would make him laugh like that.
"Uh, hi Dimitri. I mean, Mr. Belikov," Rose stammered, face heating.
Real smooth.
"Dimitri is fine," he said, leaning against the side of the cubicle. "Are you working on the Dashkov account?"
Trying to pick her jaw up off the floor, Rose nodded mutely. He had never said this many words to her directly before, his intense gaze centered on her.
"Yes, I'm still working on pulling the numbers for the report. Am I holding you up?" She said when she found her voice, knowing that he'd be the final set of eyes on the report before it went to their department head.
"No, not at all," he said with a smile. "I was just wondering, since we are working on the same report, if you would like to join me in my office."
Rose just stared at him, as she had never seen him smile before. After a moment she realized that she was probably being rude. He wanted her to work in his office with him?
She told herself that it meant nothing, they were the only two left on the floor and their work was connected.
"If you don't want to, that's fine. I do have snacks, though," he added, eyeing her half-eaten granola bar.
Dimitri looked so unsure of himself, as if he was worried she would turn down his invitation. Maybe he was just shy, she thought. Could that be why he had been so standoffish with her for all of these months?
"Sure, let me just get my laptop and stuff."
He nodded and turned on his heel, heading back to his office. This gave Rose a moment to collect herself. She snatched up her water bottle, mouth suddenly feeling dry.
The thought of being alone with that man in his office…
But no, she needed to calm down. They were just working together, nothing more. It's not like he had asked to jump her bones on his desk or anything.
Not that she would have said no to that.
Get a grip, Rose.
They worked mostly in silence, Rose on the other side of his desk, occasionally asking him a question. They shared the dried fruit and nuts that Dimitri had, although Rose had been hoping for more exciting snacks.
She tried to ignore the sparks she felt when they both reached into the bowl. Just like she was trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her every time she turned back to her work.
Why was he staring at her? She truly could not figure this man out. But it was less lonely than working at her cubicle, so she shrugged it off.
After about an hour they had a draft assembled for their team to review tomorrow. Dimitri clicked a few keys on his keyboard before leaning back in his chair.
"I just sent those copies to the printer. Could you grab them for me, baby?" he called so casually that at first Rose thought she had imagined it.
Baby?
Freezing in shock, Rose stared at him like he had grown three heads. His mouth clamped shut when he realized what he had said, eyes going wide.
"What did you just say?" Her voice was higher-pitched than normal due to her surprise.
"I asked if you could go get the-"
"No, what you called me."
"Roza? That's just your name in Russian."
Interesting.
Just how many names did he have for her? Rose tried to pretend that hearing him call her that, accent rolling over the 'r,' didn't also do things to her.
"No," she said slowly. "You called me baby."
"I- I definitely did not," he stammered, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
Dimitri Belikov blushing?
This really was a strange night. He usually barely spoke to her and now he had not one but two nicknames for her in his head?
And the way he had said baby.
Like she was his. Like he had thought of calling her that as he made her his. She shivered at the thought.
Glancing at him, Rose saw that the man was trying to look anywhere but directly at her.
"Okay, what gives?" Rose finally asked, breaking the silence. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to feign indifference and lean into her famous Rose Hathaway bravado.
He slowly lifted his eyes to her, running his gaze over her face before sighing deeply.
"I'm sorry, that was incredibly unprofessional of me. I understand if you want to talk to Human Resources-"
Rose cut him off with a hand in the air.
"HR? What are you talking about?"
Dimitri raised an eyebrow at her confusion, causing Rose to frown.
"To report me," he stated matter-of-factly.
"To report you for…"
"For being inappropriate with you?"
"Wait a minute," Rose exclaimed, standing up.
She came around his desk as she spoke, standing next to his chair so he had to turn to face her.
"If you think you were 'inappropriate' with me, then that must have slipped out because of some pretty inappropriate thoughts."
His face showed his surprise and she knew she was getting somewhere. Things were finally starting to make sense.
Swallowing roughly, Dimitri looked torn.
"I-" he started and then faltered. "Yes, Roza." There was that name again. He didn't drop his eyes this time, locking them with hers.
Rose's breath caught at the desire she saw staring back at her.
"I see," she said, stepping closer so that the front of her legs bumped against his bent ones. "I might need you to tell me exactly what these thoughts were, so I can decide what to do about it."
She sounded braver than she thought, stomach flipping at the turn of events. Did he really want her as much as she wanted him?
Licking his lips, Dimitri's hands flew out to rest on her waist, holding her in front of him. He couldn't believe that Rose was so close to him that he could smell her perfume. And she was so warm, he could feel it through her black pencil skirt.
This was his favorite item of her business attire that he had seen, the slit in the back reaching just a little higher than could be considered professional. He loved the glimpse of her thighs that it gave him, even though he felt like a creep for watching her ass while she walked.
The practical side of him knew that he should stop this before it had a chance to start. Even though she wasn't his direct report, it could still be messy to get involved with someone in a more junior role than him. And they were on the same team.
But the carefully controlled restraint that had allowed him to keep his distance from her ever since she had started at the firm was wearing thin.
He had noticed her that day, everyone had. She was beautiful, to be sure. Dark curls framed her face, with warm brown skin that he ached to touch, deep brown eyes and full lips that begged to be kissed. And her curves, always hugged in just the right way by her impeccably tailored clothing.
Dimitri had been in trouble from the moment he saw her, but he had managed to remain in control for this long. His little slip-up earlier could get him in a lot of trouble, he knew that.
Unless…
"Do you want this, Roza?" he asked, voice huskier than normal. His hands tightened on her waist as she regarded him, desire causing her eyes to darken further.
"Yes," she breathed. And that was all that he needed to hear.
Before she could blink, he had her in his lap, one knee on either side of his legs. Dimitri pulled her as close as possible, her chest pressing against his as he finally claimed her lips.
Kissing her soft, sweet mouth was everything he had hoped it would be, and yet he still wanted more. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, seeking entry. She readily obliged, welcoming his tongue into her mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Dimitri had been dreaming of this for so long that he still expected to find himself back in his apartment, waking up alone with only his hand for relief.
But no, Rose was here with him, lips and tongue moving against his, hips grinding down on him. He hissed into her mouth, one of his hands snaking into her hair, pulling it out of the bun.
Once her hair was down he wrapped it around his hand, pulling with just enough force to draw a moan from her lips.
Oh, that sound. He had imagined what she would sound like, and it did not disappoint. He would do anything to hear that and any other sounds from her, over and over.
Dragging his lips from hers, Dimitri used his grip on her hair to bare her neck to him. The amount of times he had thought of this woman's throat, of his lips, teeth and hands exerting just enough pressure against the delicate column.
He nipped and sucked at Rose's throat, stopping himself from leaving a very prominent hickey at her pulse point. God, he wanted to mark her so badly. But he didn't know how she would take to that, especially in such a visible location.
No, if this went where he thought it was going, he would have the chance to leave his mark on skin that she normally hid from the world. A thrill shot through him at that thought, going straight to his groin.
Dimitri was pulled from his thoughts as Rose tugged on his hair, bringing his mouth back to hers. He lost himself yet again in the taste of her, the drugging sensation of Rose in his arms.
Until she pulled away again, eyes searching his.
"What is this, Dimitri?" she asked quietly, an uncharacteristic uncertainty in her voice. "Not that I don't want it, want you. I'm just trying to understand."
Eyeing her carefully, Dimitri considered his words. His heart rate had picked up when she said she wanted him, but he didn't know what she was looking for. If this was just a quick, casual hookup for her, then how he felt about her, how she consumed his thoughts, wouldn't matter.
"Is it that hard to believe that I want you too?" he asked, voice soft.
He raised a hand to brush her loose curls from her face, moving to cup her cheek. If tonight was all they would get, he didn't want to waste a moment by not touching her. Even if the tender way he was caressing her face was far from casual.
"No. Yes. I mean, I'm just confused," Rose admitted. "You've barely spoken to me before now and always avoid being alone with me for even a minute. I thought you couldn't stand me."
His brows furrowed at that, chest tightening painfully. She had noticed him trying to keep his distance, and it had hurt her.
"I'm sorry, Roza," he said sincerely, resting his forehead against hers. "I never wanted to make you feel unwanted. I was trying to keep things professional. I didn't want to make this an uncomfortable place for you to work."
Reminded of his original reasons for keeping his desires for her at bay, Dimitri prepared himself for her possible rejection, his hand at her hip loosening its grip.
"You…you were avoiding me because you wanted me?" she finally asked, once his words had sunk in.
"Yes, Rose. So much. You're so beautiful, and even if we weren't coworkers I didn't think you'd give me the time of day."
Rose's mouth gaped open, first at him calling her beautiful and then his apparent dig at himself.
"Me? Have you seen yourself, Comrade?" she asked in disbelief. His brow quirked upwards at her nickname for him. She had said it so casually that he had to wonder if she had thought of it before.
Maybe he wasn't the only one who had been pining.
"So you really were thinking about me…like that. And when you called me baby…" The tremulous desire in her voice had him hardening further for her.
His grip on her hip tightened again, and he knew that there'd be no going back from this.
"You want to know what I was thinking about?" Dimitri whispered in her ear, lips brushing against the delicate shell.
"Yes." It came out more of a moan than anything else. "I want you to tell me, and then I want you to show me, Dimitri." While her voice was still breathless, her tone left no room for argument.
Not that he was going to fight her on this, not after she had admitted to wanting him too.
"Well, Roza, while I love having you on my lap," his hips thrust upwards to emphasize his point, "I really want to see you on my desk."
He lifted her from him as he spoke, pushing aside the few papers on his desk and setting her down.
Rose sat up on his desk, legs dangling over the edge. Her hair was messier than usual from his fingers, and her lips were kiss-swollen and gleaming. It was a start, but he wasn't done with her yet.
Even though she knew what view he was hoping for, Rose crossed her ankles primly, keeping her legs tightly together. Dimitri groaned at that, the sound vibrating around the small space.
"I thought you wanted me to show you what I was thinking about?" His hands stroked softly from her knees to her ankles, unwinding her legs for him at her nod.
"That's better," he praised, biting back a "good girl."
He had already revealed two of the things he had called her countless times in his mind and decided to wait before introducing a third.
"I was picturing you on my desk, almost like this."
Dimitri bent down to press a kiss to the inside of each ankle, admiring how the high heels that she wore accentuated her muscular calves. He then placed each of her heeled feet on the desk, knees up.
He could now see a hint of pink lace peeking between her upper thighs, anticipation making his pulse race.
"But I was hoping to see more of you," he continued. "Starting with what lies underneath this blouse that I have been dying to rip off you all day."
Rose's mouth opened and closed as she processed his words. Maybe now she would believe just how much he wanted her.
His nimble fingers worked quickly on the buttons holding the blue silk blouse together, pressing a few kisses to her sternum once it was revealed to him. He left the shirt on but shoved the sides apart so that he had a full view of her lace-covered breasts and toned abdomen.
He had expected Rose to be more of a black lingerie woman, but the pale pink lace stretched across her full breasts contrasted beautifully with her skin. The cups barely contained her, and he watched her chest heave with every jagged breath.
Dimitri eased her down so she was lying back on his desk. Lifting his hands to her chest, he cupped both breasts and rubbed his thumb over each nipple. Once they were both hardened peaks he leaned back to survey his work, delighting at the dusky buds peeking through the thin fabric.
"Now we're getting there," he rasped, reaching up to fan her thick hair around her. "You have no idea how many times I have pictured you like this."
All Rose could do was moan at his words and touch, his hands moving from her breasts down her now bare sides. Pressing a kiss to her abdomen, Dimitri swirled his tongue in her navel, causing her to squirm under his hands.
His hands slowly ruched up her skirt, leaving it on but hiked around her hips. Now he could see the matching pink lace that she wore underneath, fingers itching to find out if she was already wet and waiting for him.
First Dimitri stepped back, surveying his work. Rose drew her lower lip into her mouth, eyes on him.
"Yes, baby," he breathed. A small whimper left her lips at that. "Just like that. You look so beautiful like this for me."
And only me.
Dimitri paused, leaning back over her to capture her lips briefly.
"But there's one more thing that would make this view perfect, if you'll let me," he murmured against her lips.
"Anything," Rose whispered back. And damn if her surrendering control to him didn't have all of his blood rushing south.
Smirking, Dimitri moved back down her body, hands snaking under her bunched-up skirt. She gasped at the feeling of his rough fingertips against the smooth skin of her thighs.
She felt his fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging them up and over her thighs, lifting each foot to peel them off. Rose's eyes widened as she watched him place the tiny scrap of fabric in his pants pocket.
Seemingly satisfied, he pushed her knees apart gently to reveal her now uncovered center for him.
"Fuck, Roza," he breathed. "Is this all for me, baby?" She watched his gaze zero in between her legs and fought the urge to squirm again.
Rose expected to feel exposed like this under his gaze, but it thrilled her for him to see her like this, exactly how he had envisioned her.
The fact that he had pictured this at all had her already dripping for him, but she couldn't find it in herself to be embarrassed. She had already felt how much he wanted her when she was on his lap, so she knew he was similarly affected.
Dimitri stalked towards her again, loosening the buttons at his neck. Rose was reminded of how exposed she was, even though her clothes were technically still on, while he was fully clothed.
She reached for him, fingers latching onto the remaining buttons, shaking with desire. He brought his hand to cover hers, stilling her.
"I've got it," he said, pulling back and fully unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off. He was left in a plain white undershirt, which hugged his muscled chest tightly and revealed a peek at his chest hair.
Rose pouted, hoping to see more of him. Dimitri laughed at that, the sound warming her insides as it had before. He really didn't smile or laugh that often, she realized. But tonight she had received both from him freely.
"Is there something you wanted?" he asked playfully, making no move to remove the offending shirt.
"Come on, Comrade. I'm just trying to even the playing field a bit," she pleaded, gesturing to her own body and then his.
Reaching behind him, the motion causing his biceps to flex, Dimitri pulled the shirt over his head, finally revealing his torso to her.
And damn. The man did not disappoint.
Rose knew that he worked out. She had heard him talking to other colleagues about his gym and running routine. She had considered inviting him to run with her but chickened out. But knowing he was fit under his business clothes and actually seeing it were two different things.
Propped on her elbows, Rose ran her eyes hungrily over every hard line and defined dip from his chest to his abdomen, where his hips disappeared into his pants with a prominent 'v.'
All Rose wanted to was run her lips and tongue over everything she was now seeing. She reached for him, but the look in his eyes told her that it wasn't her turn to touch just yet.
Dimitri sank to his knees in front of her, hands under her hips pulling her to the very edge of the desk. Her legs fell open, fingers gripping the desk in anticipation.
His eyes returned to hers as he brought one hand to caress her folds. He hadn't even truly touched her yet and already she was panting hard.
"So wet for me, so responsive," he praised. Pressing one finger into her, he looked back down to watch as she took it. "So tight. Just thinking about how you will feel around my cock…"
Tipping her head back, Rose moaned loudly as he added another finger, increasing the pressure and pace. Alarmed, Rose glanced at the open door to his office and then back to him.
"We're the only ones here," he soothed, his free hand rubbing her thigh soothingly. "Even the custodial team leaves at 8:00 on Fridays. I have the keys to lock up when we leave, but no one is going to bother us in the meantime."
If Rose wasn't so far gone already she would dwell for longer on the fact that staying late seemed to be the norm from him, even on a Friday. She had known that he worked hard, but he seemed to be here even more than she was.
Speaking of working hard, his fingers were determined to figure out exactly how to leave her gasping for him. Rose wasn't used to guys taking the time to learn her body, but Dimitri was clearly different.
He watched and listened to her as his hand worked her, adjusting his speed or angle according to her reactions. Soon enough she was spasming around his fingers, but he didn't let up.
"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered hoarsely. She was the one writhing on his desk but he sounded just as wrecked for her.
Dimitri built her towards a second high, her eyes slamming shut at the pleasure. Just as she felt herself approaching her peak, he withdrew his fingers from her.
Rose's eyes flew back open, a protest on the tip of her tongue. It quickly died at the sight in front of her.
Dimitri, bare from the waist up, fingers racing to undo his belt and then his fly. He met her eyes, pausing his actions.
"We can slow down if you want," he panted, giving himself a few strokes over the fabric. "I wanted to draw this out but I am dying every second I'm not inside you."
"Yes, god, please." She knew she was barely coherent but she didn't care. He nodded and reached into his desk drawer, withdrawing a condom.
Rose pinned him with a questioning look.
"Does this mean you're in the habit of screwing coworkers on your desk?" she asked drily, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice.
"No, Roza. You're the only one I wanted. I bought them a few months ago, perhaps in false hope but no one else crossed my mind."
Rose watched as he freed himself from his boxers, stepping back between her legs. Rose reached for him, mouth going dry.
Nothing was small about this man, she realized. Rose had assumed that he would be well-endowed, and he certainly did not disappoint.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" He tore open the condom, rolling it on slowly.
Not trusting her voice, Rose nodded. Dimitri watched her face as he entered her, helping her wrap her legs around his hips.
She pressed her heels into his ass, drawing him deeper into her. Rose was glad for the empty office, she didn't think she could stay quiet.
"You feel-" she gasped as he hit a spot deep inside her. "Fuck, you feel incredible."
Dimitri closed his eyes, trying to control his desire. He had been waiting for this moment for so long that he couldn't have it ending this soon.
He still didn't know if Rose was only interested in him for a one-time fling. If this was the only time he got to feel her like this, he was going to make it last.
The desire to mark Rose as his returned to him, even if she was the only one that saw it. He leaned forward, drawing the sensitive flesh of one of her breasts into his mouth. These had captivated him for so long, it was only right to leave his mark on them now.
He sucked and pulled hard enough that her hands moved to his hair, tugging and pulling. He worried for a moment that he had been too rough but she surprised him by pressing his face further into her.
Smiling against her skin, Dimitri turned his attention to her other breast, sucking a twin mark onto the skin. He leaned back to watch the two red dots bloom, a possessive sense of pride filling him.
Satisfied, he pulled himself back up, his eyes following the lines of her body to where they were joined. Enraptured, he watched himself move in and out of her, moaning at the hypnotic drag of her tight walls against him.
"Fuck, just like that," he hissed out.
Rose's hands reached for him, pulling him back in for a heated, desperate kiss. He could tell she was close again, loving the way her body responded to his.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks of her own. The sting sent him over the edge, pulling his lips from hers. Every muscle in his body tensed, hips stuttering against hers as he came hard and fast.
Feeling Dimitri's orgasm triggered her own, her moans reaching a fever pitch as she milked him for everything he had.
He dusted her face and collarbone with soft kisses as she regained her breath, wanting to stay connected to her for a moment longer. Satisfaction mixed with a tinge of something that he couldn't name in her eyes.
Was she disappointed that it was over? Worrying about telling him she didn't want more from him?
Reluctantly he pulled out of her, feeling the loss of her warmth immediately. Turning around to deal with the condom, he tried to ignore the doubt creeping into his mind. If that had been all she wanted, he would have to be fine with it.
"Dimitri?" Rose asked quietly, causing him to turn back around as he zipped up his pants. She hadn't moved from where she lay sprawled on his desk.
He reached out a hand to help her up, expecting her to hop down from the desk. Instead she sat up and continued to stare at him as if trying to solve a puzzle.
"What is it, Roza?" He tucked a wayward curl behind her ear before he could stop himself, the gesture too caring for a casual encounter.
"Was this…" she trailed off, taking a deep breath before trying again. "Was this all that you wanted? Or did you…do you want more?"
Dimitri's breath caught at the hopeful note in her voice.
"With you, Roza? I'll take whatever you are willing to give me."
Her eyes lit up and he chuckled at her surprise.
"We can take things at whatever pace you want, but I would like to explore this," he gestured between the two of them. "If you're interested, that is."
"Of course I'm interested!" Rose exclaimed, a bright smile taking over her features. "That was…I haven't sex like that in, well, ever."
To have that smile aimed at him was extraordinary. And to hear that he had made her feel just as incredible as she had made him?
Rose was already so special to him, and he would spend however long he had with her showing her that. He was a goner, he knew, but he was powerless against the force that was Rose Hathaway.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" he asked as they buttoned up their shirts and tried to look less sex-tousled.
"Nope, I was just planning on sleeping in." He heard the teasing tone in her voice and grinned.
"How about sleeping in at my place? After I make us breakfast for dinner?" He glanced at his watch. "A very late dinner. Plus, I didn't get to taste you," he added, not missing the hitch in her breath at that.
She paused, biting her lip as she seemed to consider his offer. Dimitri was about to take it back when she walked back over to him, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear:
"Take me home, Comrade."
This is my first all-human so I have no idea how it turned out. It's definitely silly but hopefully it's also sexy!
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