Author's Note: You can say it. I'm a fucking tease. I know it, baby. And you love it! Do you see what writing Eric does to me? He's a sinfully, dirty man now he's cutting into my sleeping time. So I'm getting a bit punch drunk.

But to everyone reviewing, thank you! Seriously, I will try to respond to every single one (whether you want me to or not!) But, yes. I know. You're not here to listen to me ramble. I've prolonged ze lemons long enough….

I crushed my lips to his, snaking my arms over his shoulders. His skin was warm as I let them fall, brushing over his shoulders as my mouth parted. He responded enthusiastically, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I let myself indulge in something I had envisioned many times while sitting at my desk. My fingertips traced his pectorals, brushing over his nipples before trailing them down to his abdominal muscles.

Eric made that grumbling noise deep in his throat as his hands acquainted themselves with my breasts. He cupped them over my blouse, kneading and massaging as I groaned with the sensation of it all. I could feel the fire ignite deep within my body starting at my core before flowing languidly towards the apex at my thighs. Our tongues still dueled for dominance as he slipped his hands beneath my shirt, bypassing my bra completely. Feeling the contact of his skin on my sensitive nipples made me gasp aloud. His hands were warm and had a rough texture to them. Working man's hands.

I had to breathe. I broke apart from his lips before trailing breathless, feather-light kisses across his jaw. I moved down to nip along his neck as I heard him groan. Without warning, he moved his hands from where they had been rolling my nipples between his fingertips but before I could protest I felt him unbuttoning the tiny buttons down the front of my shirt. A few moments went by while I tasted the delicious skin at his throat before he got frustrated. Raising my arms, he pulled the shirt above my head. I stood there in my heels, slacks and bra as the cool air played across my skin. I was still breathing deeply as I eyed him with a hunger I hadn't felt since… well, ever.

"Sookie," He groaned. His eyes traveling up the length of my body. "You have no idea how long I've waited to see you like this."

So it's NOT just me!

He's wanted it just as bad.

"Me too." I replied breathlessly. His khakis were slung low on his hips, which put a very prominent bulging piece of anatomy on display. My breath hitched as I moved forward again. Grabbing him by his belt, I crushed our hips together as I claimed his mouth again. He let me take the lead as I teased his tongue with mine. I felt his hands move to the waistband of my slacks so I followed in suit, unfastening the clasp of his belt before pulling it open. I felt my pants slip smoothly down my legs. I unbuttoned the button and slid the zipper down before pushing his pants down over his hips.

We stood there, bodies flushed from arousal with our pants around our ankles. I made a feeble attempt at kicking mine over my shoes before I gave in and kicked them off along with the pants. He, on the other hand, had work boots on. Pants didn't slip so easily over those. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. He glared at me before placing one large hand on my shoulder. He used me to balance as he reached down with his other hand to pull first one, then the other boot off. He kicked his legs free of those cursed khakis. I was still smirking when he focused his gaze back on me.

Boxer-briefs. Hmm.

Oh lord.

He was huge!

Uh oh.

I was no longer smirking when noticed that I was now level with his chest instead of his neck without my heels. He stalked towards me. Reaching up to grasp my pony tail tie. He slid it easily down length of my hair, allowing it to fall free. I'm sure it had a crease in it.

If it did, he didn't seem to notice. Placing one hand behind my neck he threaded the other through my hair at the base of my skull. I'm going to melt. I'm sure of it. He pulled me toward him again as his lips crushed mine hungrily. His fervor was intense, overwhelming and it was all I could do to continue standing. One of his rough hands began moving, away from my neck, downwards. He paused, taking a moment to caress my breast as he broke the kiss. I barely noticed as his other hand left my hair to unclasp my bra.

One handed.

I almost giggled again as he pushed it off my body. His mouth sought my nipple causing me to moan aloud when it made contact.

Holy shit!

He sucked gently, allowing his teeth to catch it before releasing and repeating the process. His other hand joined its partner at my other breast, kneading and squeezing. My legs were getting shaky as a white hot sensation flooded my body. I moaned as he simultaneously pinched and bit at the same time. I was coming undone and he hadn't even touched me where it mattered most.

I clutched his shoulder with one arm, holding on for dear life while my other took another gratuitous tour of his chest and abdominal muscles. I let my fingers trail through the light dusting of hair along his chest, following it as it trailed down below the waistline of his boxer-briefs. I took the plunge, slipping my hand below and boy was I not disappointed.

My earlier estimation was correct. He WAS huge. I let my fingers slide down his length as his breathing hitched. I gripped him somewhat firmly, sliding my hand up before gently letting the pad of my thumb slide across the tip. He groaned aloud.

"Fuck!" He moved away from my breasts. I smiled, repeating the action of sliding my grip down his length before returning to the top and just barely touching the tip. A shudder ran through him. "Sookie. Stop. Come with me."

He removed my hand from his boxer-briefs with a pained expression and led me towards the office. He stopped at the threshold, probably to figure out a good location for this so I took the initiative and pushed him down into the rolling chair behind the desk.

He sat, looking up at me as I climbed on top of him in nothing but my panties. At least they were on the sexy side with bright blue and green hearts with green lace along the edging. He toyed with the lace as I moved before grasping my hip in his large hand. My panties were just plain wet at this point as he soon found out. He pulled me toward him, his mouth latching onto my nipple again while his hand that had been at my hip trailed to the front, slipping beneath the fabric. He growled, low in his throat when he felt the palpable indication of how much I wanted him.

Author's Note: Well, my evil Clancy-esq boss just walked in, effectively killing the mood. Nice right? And I can tell you. It isn't easy to write sexy-times after assembling a whole stack of financial statements. So if the flow of this feels… off, I apologize. Just let me know.

But how about Eric, huh? Any guesses on how many chapters it's going to take for them to get their orgasm? *evil laugh*