A/N: So I have been battling a nasty bout of writers block lately so if this chapter is crappy, I blame that. I tried my hardest to get this out to you, and this chapter is longer than my usual ones.
The Associate and the Gentleman was nominated for two Klaroline Awards, it won neither, but thanks to all who voted, and any newbies who found their way here. My other multichapter fic, Deliver Us From Evil won Most Promising New Fiction.
This chapter is dedicated to Christina (tobeloved-is-tobedestroyed on tumblr) and Nicole (nfinneman on tumblr) for making me beautiful covers when I didn't need to ask, also to my friend Bianca (holystefan on tumblr) hope you enjoy the Daroline moment [insert evil laughter here]
It was universally known that Monday mornings were the worst, but after a weekend that left her so sated, Caroline adorned her brightest smile as she pushed through the double doors to enter the air-conditioned office. For the past year and a half, her work place was simply where she earned her keep, it was what she did from 9 – 5, no extra thought given to it, until now.
Just the thought of seeing him, made an excited shiver run through her. Recent events made them impose a 'no sex during work hours' rule as it was too difficult for them to keep their hands off each other whenever there was an available corner, closet, room, anything really. But looking at him was enough, and the small smirks that he offered her as he walked past usually got her pulse racing.
Not even a phone call from her annoying client, Mr. Stone, which lasted over an hour (in a monotone voice) could get her down. Luckily once he started his long extended metaphor where he compared his business to dairy farming in the 1860's, she browsed through her e-mails and saw an urgent one from one, Mr. Klaus Mikaelson.
Nice blouse. It would look better on my bedroom floor.
She stifled a giggle, as she shook her head at his cheesy comment and responded:
What an inappropriate comment, Mr. Mikaelson, in some circles that would be known as sexual harassment. Imagine if you sent it to Mrs. Flowers instead, you would give her a heart attack.
She smiled to herself, and Mr. Stone took a breath between describing packaging of milk bottles in the 19th century. Her email dinged again, alerting her to the new message and she almost knocked over her coffee mug in haste to read what he wrote.
That old minx, I've seen her checking out my ass enough times to know she would be more than game to some extracurricular activities with me.
Mr. Stone moved on to describe the milking machine used on the cow's udders just after the industrial revolution.
Cocky much? But I'm sure half the women here wouldn't mind some sexual harassment from you.
After she sent the email, she worried at how insecure she sounded. Would he avoid it? Would he notice the jealous undertones?
It's a pity that they are all not my type then. Except for a certain blonde, whose face while climaxing is burned on my brain. Also, how often do you go to yoga, because I've never seen anyone get into that position that you did last night?
She turned around abruptly to make sure that there was no one reading her emails over her shoulder, even though his words were filling her with a familiar heat, through Mr. Stone's droning.
I have many hidden talents, Mr. Mikaelson, like how I can get you off in record time without you being inside of me, with just my hands and mouth.
She enjoyed taunting him, even though she couldn't see his expression as he was in his office, she knew she was affecting him.
Come on love, this is not fair, stop teasing me, or I won't make it to 5pm. Can you come over tonight?
The way he wasn't shy to admit his desperation for her was strangely enduring. Usually she was the one, who constantly persisted and chased after undeserving men, but this time around he was more than willing to take whatever she had to give.
It's my friend Bonnie's graduation tonight, and we were supposed to go out to celebrate afterwards. Maybe I can come over after, if I'm not too drunk.
It scared her how easily he had begun to be part of her schedule, how much she wanted to fit time in with him.
Getting drunk on a weeknight? How irresponsible Miss Forbes! If you come over, I'll make it worth your while, and I will even make you breakfast in the morning. I've been told I make exceptional bacon and eggs.
She scoffed to herself and then quickly turned it into a cough when she heard Mr. Stone pause on the other side, he seemed to buy her cover as he carried on talking.
Who told you that, your mother? But remember my rule, no overnighters!
The ding came much faster than her previous emails.
I think you have too many rules. Your silly rules are all that's stopping me from making my way over to your desk, ripping that tight, sexy skirt in half and ravishing you on your desk for all to see.
Caroline gulped, her core clenching, she was constantly in awe at how quickly he could make her wet with just a couple of words. She was so focused on imagining the two of them entwined on her desk that she did not even notice that Mr. Stone had stopped talking.
"Excuse me, Mr. Stone, could you please repeat that?"
"I asked if that was enough information, Miss Forbes?" He responded shortly.
"Yes, more than enough. Thank you for your help!" She promptly hung up on the call as she responded to Klaus' last email.
Now now, we wouldn't want Mrs. Flowers dying of jealously. Tempting offer though, but no, rules are rules ;)
One of the downsides of Mr. Stone's long-winded soliloquy was that he had set her back a bit with regards to her work so the phone was barely down before she had to rush to take paperwork to Meredith Fell in Finance to sign. On her way back to her desk, she heard a familiar throat clearing and her name being called behind her. She sighed, annoyed and turned around.
"Mr. Salvatore, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She adorned her most realistic fake smile.
"Well that's a difficult question, I suppose my parents?" He laughed at his own joke as she rolled her eyes.
"Is there anything I could do for you?" She asked politely.
"Oh, there is many things you could do for me," he said suggestively as his eyes roamed over her unashamedly.
"Don't you think you've had enough visits from Human Resources for sexual harassment?" She asked pointedly.
Damon chuckled. "Oh, you mean Elena? Those 'meetings' are just foreplay for her."
She suppressed her need to gag.
"Enough small talk, the reason I called you was to ask when we're going to have that drink?" He asked with a nefarious smile on his face.
"What drink?" She responded curtly, she had a huge pile of information from Mr. Stone to process, she didn't have time for Damon Salvatore's mind games.
"You know on Friday, when I cornered you at Mikaelson's birthday soiree, and I asked you out for a drink and you said, and I quote, 'Maybe, but not tonight.' So 'maybe' is not a 'no', I am aware it is not a 'yes' either but I have chosen to believe that should the opportunity be off the table you would have answered with a firm 'no' which means you are considering saying 'yes'."
Caroline rolled her eyes at his arrogance, not bothering to give him an answer, "You can chose to believe what you want to, I have a date with Mr. Stone and Ms. Moore now."
He wasn't a lurker. If he wanted to know something, he asked. If he wanted to be somewhere, he would walk in confidently. But this did not explain why he was currently pressed against the wall of Conference Room B, with the door open, eavesdropping on the conversation outside.
He had been returning from collecting some forms from Richard Lockwood, the Head of Finance, when he saw the familiar blonde curls in front of him, he was about to call out to her when Salvatore beat him to the punch, and he quietly slunk into the nearby conference room, his inquisitiveness getting the better of him. It was not that he didn't believe her, it was the fact that even though he was lost in a cloud of lust over the weekend, he could not shake the feeling that she did not reveal all about her conversation with the raven-haired man at his party.
He smiled to himself as he heard her scoff at Salvatore's extremely obvious advances. Throughout their exchange, her disinterest was obvious, but he could not help but to agree with Salvatore, she had not given him a firm, 'no' which meant she was considering saying 'yes' and his anger over this, disturbed more than anything.
He returned to his office swiftly after Caroline and Salvatore vacated the hallway, banging the door closed behind him. He didn't get jealous over women. Job positions, cars, money maybe, but not women. It could simply be because he never cared about who he was currently screwing enough, to worry about who they were making eyes at, when he wasn't with them. But everything was different with Caroline.
The fact that every time with her does little to whet his appetite, the fact that he constantly craves her, to look upon her, to hear her voice, to see her smile at him, it was unnatural but it felt so right. Relationships, dating and monogamy were three words he cared little for, but he knew right there and then that he would toss all three of those words on the table if it meant she would be his and only his.
But it wasn't that simple. He knew that he was Caroline's reprieve, her act of rebellion from her straight-laced, predictable life, and he feared that he would scare her away if he tried it to request anything more from their liaison. But he was fuming; he was aware that he had no right to be, but how could she be with him so often but encourage advances from another man. A man that they work with, a man that she knows he detests.
Without seconds, he was on the phone to his assistant, Claire, "Could you please call Caroline Forbes in, tell her it is urgent, any work that she currently has she can complete after our meeting."
A couple of minutes later she was entering his office, despite her indiscretions and how angry he was with her, he couldn't help but let his breath hitch at the sight of her. She really was mesmerizing.
"What is it? Did something happen with Mr. Stone? Whatever he says, I was listening to his story about milk packaging. Does he want to take his business elsewhere? Oh I can –"
She didn't get a chance to complete her sentence before he grabbed her by her forearms and crashed his lips against hers. His kiss, which was usually so gentle and reverent, this time, was hard and bruising.
She pulled away from him and exclaimed, "What are you doing? What about our rule?"
He kissed her again, his tongue intruded into her mouth, a passion rising within him which he had only experienced with her. She kissed him back with equal passion and when he felt all her convictions leave her, he began to kiss down her neck, leaving bruising marks in his wake.
"I need you. Now."
She found she had little resolve to refuse him as she nodded lightly and he grabbled a handful of her locks and pulled her face to meet his again, kissing her harshly while his other hand began to unbutton her silk blouse. He removed his hand from her hair, but did not cease from kissing her, letting his tongue discover every crevice in her mouth. His hands moved to her shoulders, gently letting her silk blouse fall to the ground.
She moaned against him, moving her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her. His hands went to her legs, those legs that haunted his dreams, he had never been exposed to a more perfect pair, although everything about Caroline seemed perfect to him. He pulled her skirt up, until it formed a band around a waist and he lifted her up.
Because she was always so in tune with him when they were making love, she wrapped her legs around him as he broke their kiss and let his lips pay attention to her neck and her shoulders. He carried her to his desk and laid her out, the documents which an hour ago were very important, were now tossed across the floor, people really should learn to save more trees and print less.
He planted himself between her legs and lifted her up as he removed her bra. She wore extremely sexy underwear to work, he noted in between the lust-filled haze that he currently was in. The minute her bra, joined Meredith Fell's financial memo on the floor, his mouth latched on to the swelling of her breast, sucking, teasing, owning. She purred beneath him as his hand found it's way under her skirt and began pulling at the lace of her underwear, slowly pulling it down her legs as his fingers returned to it's favorite place, between her folds. His cold hands in contrast to her heated flesh; her juices warmed his hands as he curled his finger inside of her.
Her breathing became more staggered as his mouth made a trail to her other breast, leaving bruises on her skin, small reminders of him, so when she's alone she would remind her of him and not Salvatore, that piece of filth. His fingers slid up and down her folds until he found her clit and flicked it gently; she let out a quiet whimper at this. He smirked against her breast, gone was the woman who was so eager to tease him, in her place lay one who was squirming beneath him, eager for his touch. His thumb pressed against her clit as she gasped, trying to suppress a loud moan.
Just as she was about to explode, he pulled his fingers out of her, he rose up, taking his fingers that were pleasuring her and bringing them to his mouth, staring at her with a feral look, he sucked all her juices off of them. She stared at him, unable to move. She had never seen him so serious and determined while they were having sex, it was a whole different experience.
He pulled her underwear off the rest of the way as he stepped out from between her legs; he took the black lace from around her ankles and pocketed it discreetly before he moved to loosen his own belt and pull his trousers and underwear down, resuming his place between her legs. She was expecting him to ease into her, as she was so used to, but the minute he was towering over her again, he trusted into her without reprieve. A possessive, animalistic look in his eyes as she filled her to the hilt and she groaned loudly.
In the moment, he didn't care if everyone in the office building heard her; he wanted them, especially Damon Salvatore, to know that she was his, and only his. He continued to move in and out of her, and with every movement, every touch, every kiss, he repeated in his mind, "Mine, mine, mine" like an annoying cartoon character. She had reduced him to this: a man possessed with jealousy and rage, which would do anything to have her.
His thumbs made bruising marks against her hips as his cock moved within her slick walls. He had been with many women, more than he cared to count, but he had never felt more right than he did when we was inside Caroline. She arched up at him, meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning, saying his name. Yes, his name, not Damon's or any other man's, nobody could give her such pleasure, cause her to come undone like she was right now, and he would do what he can to make sure that no other man gets to touch her like this, because she was his, whether she admitted to it or not.
He grabbed her hair and brought her lips to his again as she shivered beneath him, he kissed her deeply, displaying his emotions. His other hand moved between them as his thumb found her clit again and lightly pressed against, causing her to gasp and them to come simultaneously, once again in sync with each other. He rode out their orgasms before he collapsed on top of her. Her hands stroked his still shirt-clad back as they both came down from their highs. He reluctantly got up and gently pulled out of her, she stared him for a minute, before climbing off his desk and retrieved her bra and blouse and pulled down her skirt.
"Have you seen my underwear?"
He winked at her, fully dressed now, "Don't worry it's safe."
"Klaus!" She exclaimed, "We still have quite a few hours of work left!"
He smirked at her, "And the only thing that will get me through this is knowing that you are sitting there, wet and pantie-less, waiting for me."
She narrowed her eyes him, "You don't play fair, Mr. Mikaelson." She moved closer to him, letting her arms taper around his neck and moved her mouth to his ear, "And it's really sexy, when you don't play fair."
He growled, feeling himself get hard again, "Well in that case…" He picked her up and deposited on the desk again.
Just as he was about to make a move towards her, he heard a loud, booming voice outside his office, getting louder. Caroline rolled onto the floor, just as Richard Lockwood entered his very much-unlocked office.
"Mikaelson, I wanted to ask you about -, Miss Forbes, what are you doing on the floor?" His face contorting with confusion.
"I dropped a memo that was giving Mr. Mikaelson, and I was just picking up the pieces," she stammered.
"Oh, alright then. Should I come back later?"
"No no it's alright, I think Mr. Mikaelson got his point across. You will call me if you need me?" She asked him and he nodded at her, a smirk returning to his face as he watched her leave, knowing that under that prim office attire lied a body filled with his markings, and a core that was drenched because of him.
A/N: So this chapter was amalgamation of three requests from reviews: Klaus getting jealous and boning the shit out of her (my words not theirs), them having sex at work, and someone almost catching them in the act. So I do pay attention to your reviews and appreciate them so much, so if you have a minute, please leave one.
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