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Her office was smaller than his, but infinitely more cozy. Whereas his office was sterile, metallic, and heartless, hers was covered in photos, knick-knacks and completely mirrored her own personality. She was on the phone when he walked through the door but she smiled and pointed to a chair in front of her desk.
"All right. I promise!" She rolled her eyes and shook her head at Tristan and he smiled. "It'll be done by ten. Frankie, I swear!" She listened. "Okay, I would go finish it right now if you would get off the phone with me. Uh-huh, buh-bye." She hung up and smiled apologetically.
"Hi." She said.
"You sound like a real reporter, Gilmore." He said as he leaned over her desk and gave her a kiss.
"Mm, maybe, but my article isn't even close to being finished."
"What do you need me to do?" He asked, remembering her generosity earlier when he was in the same boat.
"Come up with a brilliant article in," she glanced at the clock, "three hours?" He smiled.
"You work, I'll be a pest and waste your time if I stick around. You know how I feel about offices."
"You'd be bored to death and ask if I was done every ten seconds. I know. Go out, have fun." She said as she shooed him out the door.
"I'll come back and pick you up at ten." He promised from the doorway.
"You don't have to do that." She said.
"Yes I do." She looked at him strangely. "I'll see you at ten." He walked out of her office.
OOOOO
Tristan did as he promised, but this time he was out of his suit and looked much more comfortable than the last time she saw him.
"I just finished." She said as she typed something and turned her computer off.
"And I'll bet it was brilliant too." He said with a smile.
"It was complete crap, but yes, it was brilliant if I do say so myself." She stood up and pushed her chair in. He chuckled at the sight. Sometimes, she was just so his Mary. "What?" She asked as she looked on amused.
"I've got a problem."
"Oh yeah?" She asked concerned.
"Yeah, it seems like every time I sit down at my desk, I think of our little tryst." He said as he stood up and moved so that he was in front of her. Rory smiled.
"I'll bet you do."
"And I think we need to fix it."
"Fix it how?" She asked. He reached around her and pulled out her chair.
"Sit." He commanded. She did, but hesitantly. She watched him and wondered if he knew what he was going to do next. He took her legs and placed one over each of the arm rests. She was suddenly very aware of where he was going with this.
"Tristan!" She hissed. "We can't do this here." She tried to move but Tristan had his hands on the armrests, blocking her legs from moving.
"I've been thinking of how I could pay you back." He said, as he got on his knees. "And we are going to do this here. That way, every time you come to work, you know how I'm feeling." He ran his hand up her thigh and pulled her black lingerie off quickly. She had to admit, watching him kneel before her, anticipating what he was going to do, it was turning her on a little. He slipped off her heels, which she had just put on before he had gotten there. "You never work in heels." He said as he rubbed her feet a little. She smiled and nodded. He started at her ankles and kissed his way all the way up her inner calf and down her inner thigh on each leg. He pulled the legs of the chair closer to him as his lips finally captured her clit, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. Rory instinctively began arching into him. Her hands found their way to his hair, fingers running through it and pulling him closer against her. She let out a harsh gasp as he finally entered her, delving deep into her center.
"Oh God." She muttered to herself, the phrase barely coherent to Tristan's ears. She removed her hands from Tristan's head and clumsily removed her blouse and bra, all the while Tristan's tongue being thrust into her. She grabbed her breasts in each hand, massaging them herself as Tristan worked her over, tasting ever last inch of her. Pinching her nipple she let out an excited squeal, feeling the full effects of the pleasure that Tristan was giving her.
"Yes," she said, in an obvious state of ecstasy. "Oh yes!" She cried, faster and faster, matching his rhythm with her chant as her orgasm ripped through her body. She sighed as her body relaxed, melting into the chair. Her legs were brought down from their position on the armrests as Tristan stopped to admire his work. The sight of her in nothing but a skirt, completely disheveled and looking thoroughly fucked made his head spin. Still sitting in the chair, she grabbed a pen off her desk and stuck it in her mouth, her tongue toying with the tip between her teeth. She smiled behind the pen as he reached towards her and removed it from her mouth.
"You're a tease." He whispered. She nodded. "It's working." He admitted. She grinned as she finally reached down and pulled his jeans off, never taking her eyes off of his.
"God, you make me feel so damn sexy." She said as she put her small hand around him through his boxers. Pushing him onto her desk, he sat down on top of it. She slid in her chair to face his firm erection. Tristan closed his eyes as her warm mouth took him in, first the tip and then more and more with every motion. His eyes fluttered open as he tried to take in the scene before him. He never thought that Rory would be at her desk servicing him.
"Oh fuck." He muttered as she found a rhythm that was definitely getting the job done. He groaned as his hips began moving on their own. Grabbing her hair, he held her against him as he grunted through his climb. "Ror." His voice rose as he got close. She sucked him harder, helping him reach his release. He shuddered violently as he erupted inside of her. His body slumped forward, obviously worn out. Rory stood up and ran her hands up his chest, forcing him to sit up a little straighter as she moved so that she was in between his legs.
"How was that for payback?" She asked, obviously feeling pleased with herself as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Good." He cleared his throat and shrugged. "That was, I mean, it was…"
"Good?" Rory offered with a laugh. Tristan just nodded as she kissed his neck once more.