A/N: Alright, here's the latest Chuck and Blair sexcapade... I decided that instead of ending this story, I'll just keep adding on to it every time I can come up with a new situation to put these two in. I have a few more ideas up my sleeve, so hopefully I can keep the chapters coming. I really liked the idea for this chapter, and I think it turned out okay. I hope you all enjoy it. Review please :)

Chapter 13

Chuck was finishing up some paperwork in his father's office when he felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his pants. Pulling it out, he smiled when he saw that it was Blair calling. They had plans to meet up in a few hours, but perhaps she just couldn't wait any longer to see him. "Waldorf," he answered.

"Hello, Bass," Blair replied.

"Getting impatient, are we?" he teased.

"Don't flatter yourself," she scoffed, although in truth she was getting very impatient. She had spent the last hour trying to convince herself not to call him... she was seeing him in a few hours, after all. Was she really so horny that she couldn't wait a few more hours to fuck him? Apparently, the answer was yes. Stupid motherchucker and his infuriatingly irresistible sexiness.

"Well then, what can I help you with?" he asked.

"Nothing... I'm just bored." She paused. "And horny." She might as well be upfront about it now - it wasn't like Chuck was going to turn down sex. And she knew it turned him on when she talked about wanting him.

"Ah... well that's definitely something I can help you with," he drawled. She could practically hear him smirking through the phone.

"You think so?" Blair laughed.

"I know so. I'm at my father's office. Get that perfect little ass of yours over here immediately."

"Yes sir," Blair said, flipping her phone shut. The way Chuck was taking charge of the situation made her even hornier. She could tell this was going to be one hell of a night. Taking a last glance at her reflection in the mirror, she grabbed her bag and headed out.

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Fifteen minutes later, Chuck heard a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find Blair standing in the hallway, dressed in a long-sleeved, backless black dress. "Good evening Mister Bass," she smirked, stepping past him into the office.

"Miss Waldorf," he replied, playing along. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to submit to a new company policy."

"And what's that?" Blair asked suspiciously, raising her eyebrows.

Chuck spun her around so that her back was facing him and slid his arms around her waist. "Frisking," he whispered in her ear. Blair swallowed and tried not to smile. He kissed the bare skin of her shoulder and neck before adding: "A safety precaution, I'm sure you understand."

"Of course," Blair said, her breathing already picking up. The effect Chuck had on her was honestly ridiculous. What was even more ridiculous was the fact that she actually enjoyed it.

"Hands on the wall, Waldorf," Chuck growled into her ear, and she obeyed. Pressing the growing bulge in his pants against her butt, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly began working his way down her body. His fingers grazed over the soft skin of her back before sliding around to palm her breasts. She gasped as he touched her pert nipples through the fabric of her dress, and he smiled to himself with satisfaction. He loved it when he got her like this - submitting to him. Chuck knew better than anyone how Blair always had to be in control, and so it made him horny as hell whenever he could get her to give in and let him take control for a while.

Blair ground her butt against his erection as he slid his hands down along her rib cage and her stomach at a painstakingly slow pace. He leaned forward and kissed her back, licking a trail along her spine. His hands moved lower and gripped her thighs before reaching down and pulling her dress up around her waist. Using his knee, he nudged her legs further apart as he began to trace circles on her inner thighs. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as his fingers slid over her panties, teasing her clit through the thin, damp material. A soft moan escaped her throat as he pulled the material to the side and slid two fingers inside of her, stroking her clit with his thumb. His teeth sank into her shoulder as she leaned back against him and bit her lip.

He continued to pump into her quickly as he put an arm around her waist and pulled her away from the wall, guiding her over to the desk. The idea of fucking Blair on his father's desk was so deliciously forbidden that it turned him on even more. Blair was thinking the exact same thing. Chuck pushed her up against the desk and bent her forward so that her torso was lying across it but her legs - her long, creamy legs - were still planted on the floor. He had pulled his fingers out of her and had just unzipped his pants when he heard a voice in the hallway just outside.

"Yes, this is my office right up here, if you want to step inside for a moment..." It was his father. FUCK. He grabbed Blair and yanked her up off the table, whirling her around to face him. Her eyes were wide with terror as she tugged her dress back down. She reached forward and helped Chuck tuck his shirt back in as he rushed to refasten his pants. He was fumbling with his belt when the door opened and his father stepped in, accompanied by one of the men from the board of directors. Blair stepped protectively in front of Chuck, hiding his unbuckled belt and bulging pants as the gaze of the two men fell on them.

"Father, Mr. Coleman," Chuck said with a nod. "Blair and I were just heading out to dinner, but I realized that I forgot my coat in here," he explained smoothly, wondering how he was going to get out of the room without his father noticing his undone belt and very obvious erection.

"Hello Mr. Bass," Blair said brightly as she innocently slid her hands behind her back and rebuckled Chuck's belt. She heard him breathe a sigh of relief behind her.

"Hello Blair," Bart said with a small smile. He had taken a liking to the girl who had somehow managed to transform his son from a womanizer into a dedicated boyfriend.

"Well Blair, we should probably go if we want to make it to dinner on time," Chuck said, placing his hand on her waist and keeping her positioned in front of him. She nodded and beamed at Bart and his colleague. "So nice to see you," she said pleasantly. The two men nodded as Chuck bid them goodnight and guided Blair out of the office and into the hallway. When the door closed behind them, they collapsed against the wall, shaking with silent laughter.

"Oh my God," Blair panted once she had stopped laughing. "That could have ended so badly."

"Yes," Chuck agreed, pulling Blair close to him and kissing her. "But it didn't, so let's go finish what we started. There's a bathroom down the hall."

Blair wrapped her arms around his neck and pouted. "Aren't we a little to classy to fuck in a bathroom?"

Chuck smirked, sliding his hands down to her ass and pulling her tighter against him so that she could feel his erection against her. "Aren't we a little too horny to wait to fuck somewhere classier than a bathroom?"

"A good point," Blair said, smiling against his lips. "So where exactly is this bathroom?" He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall before pushing her through a door and into the classiest public bathroom Blair had ever seen. It was Bass Industries, after all - how could she be surprised?

Chuck grabbed her thighs and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Kissing her neck, he carried her into a stall, kicking the door shut behind him and slamming Blair up against the side of the stall. He had her dress hiked up around her waist again in seconds, and she was ripping his shirt out of his pants. He kissed the tops of her breasts as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pulled his hands off of her body for a second to tug his pants down and free his throbbing dick. She reached down and closed her hand around him, stroking him for a few seconds before sliding his length inside of her. Her head fell back against the wall and her fingers dug into his shoulders as she slid out and thrust back in over and over again, gradually picking up his pace. He was clutching her thighs tightly and groaning into her neck, trying not to make too much noise for fear that Bart would hear them.

"Faster," Blair moaned into his ear. "Come on Mr. Bass, fuck me harder." He obeyed her command, biting down on her clothed nipple as he thrusted harder and faster. Responding to the increase in pace and force, her body clenched around him, and she came, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming. Chuck could feel himself getting closer, and she urged him on, purring in his ear until he exploded inside of her.

After he had taken a few minutes to regain his strength, he pulled out of her, lowering her back down to the floor. "You know, Bass, you still have time to take me to that dinner you were so eager to get to earlier," Blair said with a smirk as she readjusted her dress.

"It would be my pleasure," he replied. He took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, feeling particularly glad that their plans for the evening had begun a few hours earlier than expected.