She could feel her body heat up, he was so close to her, and the fact that he wanted to fuck her know just made the adrenaline pump faster through her veins. If she knew any better she'd say her cheeks were visibly crimson red. House wasn't making it easy for her to deny her sexual desire for him, just the feel of his breath tickling her neck as he blurted out reasons to why he was going to fuck her right there and now was making her want to give in. But she was also well aware of the five sets of eyes popping out of all her employees daces.

'House! For the last time I am not going to let you fuck me in front of all my employees!'

'Oh, you will be so lost with my manhood that you won't even remember the peeping Tom's.'

'No, no, no.' She began to wriggle in attempt to loosen his hold of her wrist, unconsciously rubbing her hips against his growing length.

'You have to stop squirming.'

She gave up, sighing and leaning her head back she sucked in the slight pain of the little Indian sunburn she had practically given her own wrists. House saw this as the perfect opportunity to devour her neck, placing hot wet kisses on her burning flesh.

He grabbed both her wrists with one hand now, leaving the free one to trace a soft line down her arm, the curve of her waist, sneaking the tip of his fingers up the hem of her sky blue top. As his fingers began to caress her bare skin, her stomach sucked in. He peeked his fingers under the lace of her bra, she called out his name softly, warning him, sounded more like a plea if you asked him.

House separated his hungry mouth from her neck and looked up at her, her eyes were filled with desire and furry. He leaned closer to her mouth and just as she was about to turn her head the other way he caught her, lips crashing together, he wasted no time in brushing his tongue against her lower lip and she greeted him by caressing her own tongue against his, forgetting about everyone who was watching.

They both fought for dominance, House bucked his hips up against her pelvis, wanting her to give out the first sound of pleasure but all his actions did was force him to hold a grunt in the back of his throat. She sucked on his lower lip fiercely, she had him now and didn't want to let go. Cuddy was caught by surprise when House cupped her breast, his thumb gracing over the thin material of her laced bra, brushing over the hardened pebble.

A soft unbearable moan escaped her lips, into his mouth, she could feel him smirking. Trailing kisses through her jaw and to her her ear he spoke in the most hushed tone he could, a message just for her.

'As much as I want to fuck you senseless right now, I won't. I wouldn't be able to help myself and I'd tear off all your clothes, exposing you. I don't want others to see what's mine now. But don't go on thinking I am setting you free.'

Her heavy breathing was a soft melody to his ear as he spoke to her, his hand leaving her her breast and traveling down teasingly slow.

His fingers slid down the hem of her skirt, 'geez Cuddy, you can barely breathe in this thing,' his hand now snaked around her waist and pulled down the zipper that kept the skirt tight. Eager, he reached his destination, cupping her heat, 'god, you're soaking wet.'

She gasped as he cupped her and this only caused his throbbing member to pain, wanting to be taken out for play. He slid his middle finger between her wet folds, teasing her, wanting her to beg. He circled her clit and let it slid between his index and middle finger, pinching it between them.

Burring her face in his collar bone all that the others were able to do was hear her pleasure, House's body covering what he did in her skirt.

Her moaning was getting louder and she couldn't take his tease any longer, 'House...'

'Yes?'

'...'

'Tell me what it is you want, Cuddy. I'm not a mind reader.'

Gregory House was always an ass, she'd say he was an even bigger one during any sexual act. Wanting her to beg for him, but it had been so long since she felt a man give her pleasure that her lust had taken over her self control.

'I... I want you to penetrate your finger in me.' It was hushed against his ear.

'What was that?'

He had stopped stimulating her clit completely now, 'I want you to slide your fingers in me you bas-!'

House one finger in her, causing her to moan in pleasure, head crashing against his shoulder as slid in another finger. Curling them as he moved then in and out of her.

'Oh god, House.' She mumbled against his chest, bobbing her head up to kiss his neck. Laying hungry wet kisses as he now scissored his fingers with rhythm. Her tongue brushed his neck and he palmed her clit. Now both scissoring and stimulating her with his palm, he could feel her muscles tighten in his hand. God how he wanted to feel this around his member. Why didn't he think of this before?

'Come for me, Cuddy.'

She nibbled on his neck as she felt another wave of pleasure run all over her body, spasms like mad. His fingers brushed over her most sensitive spot and she let out a moan louder than what she wanted as he pressed that spot.

He let her wrists fall and cupped her cheek whilst she was so close to reaching an orgasm. He kissed her passionately, her muscles clenched, shivering while wrapping her arms under his, and digging her nails in his shoulder. She felt her core pulse in his fingers, his name escaping into his lips.

He slid his fingers from her, leaving her to a small whimper.

House reached her zipper and pulled it up for her, sitting down and asking Wilson for his hankie. She sat down, cheeks flushed, her eyes were closed as she got her breathing in order but she could feel her employees' eyes digging holes in her burning flesh.

'So, Wilson, truth or dare?'

'Me? Again, House, why not pick someone else?'

'Truth. Or. Dare?'

Wilson sighed at his now frowning friend, 'D-dare.'

'Great! Let Foreman give you a blow job.'

'What?'

'Hey, you all heard how Cuddy sounds while she's having an orgasm, it's only fair to see what you look like when another man is sucking on you.'

'No, House.' Wilson and Foreman said this in unison.

'See? You are meant to be together. And,' he reached Wilson's jacket pocked and grabbed his wallet, 'you can't pay your way out of it.'