A/N: So this is part 2 ;)
Caroline sighed as she put another report on the photo coping machine, she had been working non-stop on one of their big name client's cases and all she wanted to do was go home and have a nice long bath.
She heard the door of the copy room open behind her. The office was almost deserted with only a handful of employees opting to work late to avoid the increase in workload.
"Working overtime again, Miss Forbes," the all too familiar British voice commented from the doorway.
She took breath and tried to appease the butterflies, which had once again taken up residence inside of her at the sound of his voice.
She turned around while noticing him locking the door behind him.
"Good evening Mr. Mikaelson, I wasn't aware you were still in the office," she said hesitantly.
"I had a late conference call and then I saw you coming in here. Working on the Moore-Stone case?" he asked approaching her slowly.
"Yes, it has been keeping me extremely busy over the past couple of days."
"So that must have been why you haven't replied to any of my messages, I've got to lower your work load."
She turned around to photocopy another report whilst saying, "What happened between us was a mistake, Mr. Mikaelson, one we should not repeat."
She heard him walk up behind her. "So you regret it?"
"Yes," she breathed out, hoping that the desperation for him was not evident in her voice.
"So you haven't been recalling our night together in your mind, over and over and over again this entire week," his chest was now flush against her back, his voice a whisper that was barely audible.
"No," she trembled, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of him against her.
"Because I have barely been able to sleep, every time I close my eyes I see your luscious long legs," he ran his one hand up the side of her right thigh slowly over her pencil skirt while his left hand remained on her waist, "wrapped around me."
She took a deep breath and said feebly, "Mr. Mikaelson, we shouldn't…"
"Klaus!" He whispered in her ear as his hand moved to the front of her legs and under her skirt to stroke her inner thigh.
"Mr. Mikael-, Klaus, what if someone tries to come in?" she whimpered, unable to find the energy to deny him as his fingers moved aside her lace underwear and started to maneuver themselves in her folds.
"Well then they'll think the copy room is closed for the night, nothing is coming in between me and what I've been dreaming of tonight," he said while his other hand unbuttoned her blouse and he kissed her neck.
"For someone who has been regretting our tryst, your nether regions sure seem eager for my touch," he said between kisses on her neck.
Caroline knew how wet she was for him, she had been having that problem the entire week whenever she saw him and his pants that hugged him in all the right places, especially when she knew what a powerful organ he housed beneath those well-tailored trousers and each time he handed her a memo or report her mind flashed to the magical things those hands could do to her.
Leaning against the copy machine for support, she knew that she was putty in his hands, groaning she threw her head back as his hand began to caress her breast still clothed in her black lace bra.
"What were you saying, sweetheart, about not wanting to do this?" he asked as his other hand continued to work, pumping inside of her.
Needing to shut him up so that his lips could perform more sinful things on her body, she reached for the button of his pants and quickly undid it and his zip and proceeded to grab his manhood, which showed evidence of his obvious desire for her.
As her soft hands stroked his most intimate area, all thoughts of taunting and teasing her disappeared from his mind as he embraced the pleasure that only she could give him.
She smiled as her thumb passed over his tip and caused him to shudder. Who knew that it only took one touch to make this feared and powerful businessman to his knees?
He removed his hand from under her skirt and slowly licked each finger that was coated with her juices; she was panting loudly as his other hand had now made his way under her bra and continued to caress her.
He took his now clean hand and closed it over hers which still pumping him and whispered to her, "Love, you're going to have to stop that or else this will be over before we want it to be."
He slid her blouse off slowly, kissing down her neck and across her shoulder, his tongue looping around her bra strap and causing that to fall down her arm before repeating the action on the other side.
To say she wanted him was an understatement; every fiber of her being was yearning for him. In order to speed up the process she shifted her skirt up to her waist as he unclasped her bra and rubbed his palms over her pert nipples.
"Klaus," she breathed out, "I need you inside of me now."
Smirking he said, "Well if you insist…" as he bent her over the copy machine and positioned himself at her entrance.
Not being able to see Klaus as she felt him sliding slowly into her was more exhilarating then she ever thought it would be. She held onto the edges of the copy machine for support as he gently stroked her backside, which was on display for him. She gasped as her body became accustomed to having his hard length within her. His thrusts were making the most symphonic rhythm, his panting in sync with her groans.
Caroline thrust her hips up, urging him to go faster. "You feel so good inside of me, Klaus," she encouraged him, her want for him unmistakable.
Klaus began to lose control as he rode her harder and harder.
"You are all I've been thinking about this week," she whispered, knowing how her words were taunting him.
"Fuck Caroline," he grunted as he pulled out of her and thrust back in exactly the right place, causing both of them to stagger off the edge, the small copy room became filled with their muffled screams of pleasure.
She felt him stiffen inside her before his body relaxed as he pulled himself out of her. He turned her around and kissed her deeply, all the emotions from their encounter apparent in his kiss.
As they were dressing themselves, Caroline could feel Klaus' eyes on her. She smiled shyly at him as he walked over to her, "Caroline, I have some very interesting notes on the Moore-Stone case at my apartment if you want to have a look at it now?" His intentions clear as she nodded, eager to carry on with her new favorite activity.
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