Part 3: The Gift

A/N Thanks everyone for the support and the reviews and what not, glad you're enjoying it. This is the first chapter I've written of this series that I haven't been bribed and forced to do so I hope you still like it. :)

"Won't you be missed at your own birthday party?" she asked with a giggle as he pulled her into his office and locked the door behind her.

"Well this isn't my real birthday celebration, love. This is just the mandatory party that the suits throw, so it looks like we actually care if the staff celebrate our milestones with us," he said as he pined her against the door of his office, his hands resting on either side of her.

"So how do you plan to spend your special day?" She asked as she gazed up at him.

He smirked at her as he leant in closer, "I was thinking: my apartment, some champagne, chocolate sauce and a sexy blonde."

She put her hands around his neck and started to finger the necklaces that were peeking out from under his collar, "And where do you think you will find one of those? I think all the good escorts have already been taken at this hour."

He chuckled as his face hovered over hers, "I don't think an escort could handle me, but luckily I have someone in mind that is just perfect for the job."

"Really?" she smiled at him, "I would love to meet her sometime."

He gave her a knowing smile. "You might have seen her around," he said between kisses on her neck, "She has long, curly blonde hair" (kiss) "beautiful, sparkling eyes" (kiss) "perfect lips that are capable of the most sinful deeds" (kiss) "a body that looks like it was molded by the gods" (kiss) "and legs that seem to go on for days" (kiss).

Caroline smiled as she put her hands on either side of his face and pulled it up so that he was looking directly into her eyes, "She sounds lovely, so while you're waiting for her to arrive maybe I should give you my gift?" She bit her bottom lip as she shot him her most innocent look.

His eyes darkened with a sort of hunger she had only seen in their most intimate of moments. He gulped. "Yes, sure, well if you want to."

She smiled broadly at him, "You can consider this a preview to what you can be expecting later. Now Mr. Mikaelson, I need you to have a seat in your big boss chair," she said in a tone of authority as she moved away from him.

Regaining his voice, he conceded and said, "Whatever you say, Miss Forbes." He walked around to settle in the chair behind his desk. He watched as she stalked towards him, her beautiful body swaying in the wrap dress she was wearing that accentuated all her curves perfectly. Even though he had been with her so many times, she never failed to excite him; to make his heart beat faster, his palms sweat. When he wasn't with her, he longed to be near her, to touch her skin, hear her voice, see her smile. He sometimes considered her his obsession, but he never tried to understand his feelings, it was new, different but it felt good, and through it all he knew that she was special and what they had was more than simply an office affair.

She slowly pealed off her dress, the soft fabric falling to the floor. His breath hitched as he saw the cream and black lace corset and matching panties, which was hiding beneath the shapely dress. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his arm encircled her waist, resting on the small of her back as he pulled her closer to him. She brought her lips down to meet his, her desire for him evident in the passionate way she proceeded to kiss him. The minute his tongue entered her mouth, they began to fight for dominance, imitating the power struggle that constantly surrounded two people that enjoyed being in control as much as them. His hands crept up her sides and rested on her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, once again reveling in the fact that he had the privilege to touch her, to hold her, to feel her perfect body against his.

He moved to undo the laces of her corset before she moved her hands to cover his, "Not yet!" She whispered as she began to pepper kisses on his chin and down his neck and he traced the flesh that peeking over the top of her corset like a meal on a platter for him.

"You see, today is all about you, so I want you to just lay back and enjoy it."

"But sweetheart, you know that isn't exactly my style."

"Trust me, you'll like this," she said with a wink.

She stood up and raked her hands down his toned chest, that would make Adonis turn his head in shame, still clad in his white dress shirt, and rested them on his thighs and she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. He gasped as he figured out what she was doing and she offered him a coy smile as her small hands moved to the zipper of his pants. His zipper was down and his pants and underwear around his ankles in record speed. She bit her lip excitedly as she grinned down at his already hard dick, like a child on Christmas morning.

Klaus' eyes widened in anticipation, his mouth dry, unable to say anything as she gripped his manhood, her palms sliding up and down from shaft to tip. He watched as her perfect pink lips made contact with his most intimate area. She kissed the tip lightly before withdrawing her tongue and licking up the sides of his manhood slowly, like she was savoring the taste. When she finally encased his manhood within the warm embrace of her mouth, Klaus' knees buckled as he felt an intense rush of pleasure. Her mouth moved up and down his thick length, her tongue providing extra pressure, making circles in strategic points, that was enough for Klaus to grunt out, "Caroline!" over and over. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his hands gripped her hair to encourage her ministrations. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, loving the power that she had over him, and she began to hum a generic tune. The vibrations caused Klaus to relax the hold that he had on her hair and stare down at her, he never would have imagine how erotic Caroline on her knees before him would look. In that moment, for a second, he thought if he ever were without her company this memory would be able to give him instant release.

Her mouth moved up and down his length like it was an art form that she had perfected and just before he felt like he would reach his end, she released him from her hold.

As she stood up, Klaus commented, "And what do you suggest I do with the situation that you've left me in?"

"Well," she said as she removed her undergarments, "I am more than willing to help you out." She climbed back onto his lap and lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. The feeling of him inside of her overwhelming her as she rocked herself up and down upon him and a rush of pleasure hitting her far quicker than usual.

"Thank God for the Pill," she grunted, his heated flesh against her making the experience all the more pleasurable. She moaned loudly, as his hands rested on her lower back and he maneuvered her body up and down and proceeded to capture her lips with his own releasing everything in that moment – his emotions, his passion, his need for her. At the same time, her body convulsed with pleasure in a way that she had become accustomed to lately, a pleasure that he had introduced to her. It went so much further than simply the sexual act itself, it was the way he looked at her, they why he smiled when he saw her, the way he said her name in the throes of passion. Oh her attachment to him was becoming all too dangerous.

As they both finished off, she moved her lips over to his ear and whispered, "Happy Birthday, Mr. Mikaelson," the feeling of her soft breath making him give off a faint shiver.

She climbed off of him to retrieve her discarded clothing, "Miss Forbes, I must say that was probably the best birthday gift I have ever received. Although it does make me think, if that was the preview I wonder what the main event would be."

A/N: I write these drabbles so that I can improve on my smut writing abilities so I would really appreciate it if you could give me your honest opinion, and tips, if you want, in reviews.

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