A/N: I've had... The better part of the past four or five days where I've not been able to write a word. Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you. I out it down to my brain being a cunt to me and not playing nicely.

I am sorry, then, that the second half of this chapter too so bloody long to work it's way out of my mind, but it has finally done so. Not exactly according to my little plot plan, but I don't think anyone will disagree...

So, here's your Cigarette Warning™, and cheers to mynameislizzie once again for putting devious ideas into my head. She is, put simply, worth her weight in gold, platinum, and quite a few precious stones, to boot, and I don't know what I'd do without her friendship sometimes. Do yourself a favour and go read some of her stories. Hell, read all of them!

Right, shutting up now... On with it...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. My guitar hero controller has mysteriously gone missing, I suspect due to the stupidity of my now ex-best friend. She's a cunt, and I'm going to rectify my lack of controller ASAP. All your typos are belong to us.

(Naomi POV)

(Friday)

Emily lay nestled into my side, gently tracing intricate patterns on my stomach with her fingertips. The sun had started to set outside, and I couldn't help but feel anticipative as to what the night would bring. But what bothered me was the fact that Catherine, the secretary, knew about Emily and myself. As far as the both of us knew no one else in the office knew of our relationship, and it was disconcerting in a way, to know that Cath knew about the two of us. Because of that, I found it hard to concentrate at uni the next day, and it was a good thing my professor uploaded notes of his lecture onto the uni website, because it meant that I could read through them later, and the fact that my mind was distracted the whole time didn't make too much of a difference.

That night, I'd stayed with Emily again, because I knew that even if I stayed at home, I wouldn't have been too happy with that decision... I would have missed Emily too much and it would have made me a bit depressed. So, I chose the path of least resistance, and settled in with Emily for a night of our usual form of bonding, which made perfect sense to the two of us, but to everyone else, including Effy, was probably termed as 'shagging like rabbits'. Truth was, that wasn't all we did, we did spend some time talking, too. It just so happened that we were stark naked and entwined while we did so. And nine times out of ten it led to us having sex. Whatever.

Emily made sure when I left her flat to go to uni, that it was actually wearing knickers. Not that I think I would have dared not to, after she...erm...put me in my place about it. And not just once either, that night... By midnight, I most certainly knew who I belonged to, as if I didn't already, and it was still apparent with the ache I felt between my legs on Thursday morning. Plus, the fact that she watched me get dressed, so I couldn't be sneaky was another thing. The fact that she got horny while doing so and demanded that I kneel at her feet and take a quick tour of her wet folds with my eager tongue until she came was purely coincidental. I think. On second thought... probably not...

Friday morning, I was dressed casually, seeing as Emily's office adopted a smart business casual dress code four days out of the week, and allowed casual attire every Friday. We took turns in the shower that morning, I had gone first, and Emily took great pleasure in snogging me against the bathroom door in my bathrobe with my damp hair hanging over my shoulders. It got very heated, and she was just about to open the bathrobe when I placed my hands over hers.

"If you do that, we'll be bloody late again!" I laughed.

Emily made a cute little whining noise that almost made me relent. "Unfair...but you're right. Go and get dressed and have some coffee. I'll be out in a bit."

So, she went for a shower, and I went and did as she suggested. I wore a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, over which I was going to wear a black jacket. I was sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, funnily enough I thinking about the first time I had sat here drinking coffee. I also made some toast, and was just finishing my last corner of it, when I heard Emily clear her throat. I turned to see her standing a few feet away from me, looking actually rather cute in similar clothing to me, but instead of a black t-shirt, she wore a grey vest top under a blue loose shirt.

"You look nice." I said. "Coffee?"

"No, I had one while you were in the shower. I'm good for now." Emily said. "Finish yours though, and come back to the bedroom for a minute." She added, her voice taking on that tone that always made me feel weak inside. I had the feeling it was going to be one of those days... It's a wonder we ever got any work done...

As quickly as was practicable, I finished my coffee and went back into the bedroom, nothing that Emily was sitting on the end of the bed. "What's up?" I asked, trying to keep my tone cheerful and light. As soon as my eyes met hers, I could see the devious glint in them, and it knew this was going to be no ordinary Friday.

"Come closer, beautiful." She said, and immediately, I stepped closer to her. "Close your eyes."

"Emily, we don't have the ti-"

"Close...your...eyes." She repeated, her voice a little more stern. I exhaled slowly, and closed my eyes, already feeling the effect that Emily had on me start to settle in. "I'm going to ask you a question, and I want an honest, verbal answer, do you understand?" I nodded quickly. "Good. Now, my beautiful one... Are you wearing knickers?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Truthfully?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to check, so you had better be telling me the truth." She said.

"I am. I swear."

I felt her hands at the top button of my jeans, slowly undoing them one by one, and she murmured in appreciation as her hand slid inside over my covered centre. "Very good, beautiful."

"Thank you." I said, softly.

"Do you remember our discussion the other night... About being watched?" She said, her voice slightly lower than it was. Her hand was still inside my jeans and made no effort to move

I swallowed thickly. "Y-yes."

"Did you mean what you said... About being watched while you were teased... or made to come?" She asked, as her fingers pressed against me.

"Yes..."

Her hand moved up to the waistband of my knickers and pulled it away from my skin, her hand moving back down against my bare skin this time, not stopping until one of her fingers slid between my folds and rested against my clit. Gently, so gently, she stroked it, turning my breathing shallow. "The thought excites you, doesn't it?" She asked. I nodded slowly as she pushed her fingers lower, feeling the wetness I knew was beginning to collect. "I can tell, even without touching you... But when I do..." She said, sliding her hand entirely out of my knickers. A short moment later I heard a wet sound and a murmur from Emily. "I know it even more. Now... I want you to push your jeans down to your knees. Your knickers, too."

I almost opened my eyes to question her, but I knew better. So, I did as she asked and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and slid them slowly down to my knees, along with my knickers. I straightened up and heard a soft chuckle from Emily. It seemed no more devious than usual, however, I had my doubts, and the nervousness set into my stomach. My heart began to beat faster in my chest. I felt the tactile sensation as her lips met mine and she kissed me slowly, her tongue slipping in to touch and flick against mine. It was often strange to me how Emily could be so gentle and sensual as well as dominating. It made for a very attractive combination at the best of times, I can tell you that.

What was also wholly consuming was the way Emily's fingers were teasing my folds. Just as she could be as sensual as she was dominating with her kisses, she was almost similar in the way she was teasing me between my legs. Her fingers slid across and into my folds like they were almost meant to be there, and I was having a hard time not losing my head entirely. I was almost about to give Emily what she wanted, and I didn't even know what she wanted. That is until she stopped, and pulled her fingers away from me, which felt like the worst plan in the world. Her fingers rested on my lips for just a second, and I immediately knew, that I had to open them to grant her fingers entrance. So, I did, tasting the essence of myself on her fingers.

"Good girl..." Emily whispered, sending a shiver through me. "Wait here." She said, and another few seconds later I heard rustling to my left. Another moment passed and I felt a presence in front of me, and then something cool began to slide up my thigh, as Emily's lips brushed against mine. "You are dripping wet, beautiful..." She breathed, as something nudged at my slick folds. A soft whimper left my lips, muffled as hers met mine in a deep kiss as she began to slide something smooth inside my wet centre. Her tongue slipped in to dance with mine again, as her fingertips returned to my clit and rubbed against it lightly. After a few strokes, she stopped, and pulled her hand away, as well as her lips. "I want you at my mercy today, beautiful." She said, her voice low as it reached my ears. I felt her tugging at my jeans, pulling them up my thighs until my hips were once more clothed. "Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and found hers gazing back at me. Emily looked down, and I followed her eyes to her hands as they zipped me up. I looked up again, to see her smirking at me in her usual devious manner. "Are you curious as to what is inside you?" She asked, sending a shiver through me. I bit my bottom lip and nodded nervously. "Hmm..." Her smirk stayed in place. She stood on her toes and leaned close to my ear. "I think I'd rather show you..." She said, the playful tone of her voice peaking my curiosity. I didn't have to wait long, as I suddenly felt what was inside me begin to vibrate.

"Jesus!" I gasped. "Emily..." Emily let a wicked chuckle slip past her lips, as the vibration ceased. I stared at her, brow furrowed, and her eyebrow raised, as the vibration began again, stronger this time, and pulsing. I reached for her before my knees buckled, and she pulled me into her arms, holding me up. The vibration stopped again, and I breathed hard.

"Stand up, beautiful." Emily whispered. I stood up, feeling my hands beginning to shake. I stared at Emily wide-eyed, as she looked at me with the devious smirk I knew so well. She held up something small and black, with three buttons on it.

"We...we have to work, Emily." I half protested.

"Indeed we do." She replied, leaning up and kissing me passionately, and licking across my cheek to my ear with the tip of her tongue. "But, I'm still going to have my fun with you..." She whispered. I went to protest, but she placed her finger on my lips. "Listen to me carefully, my beautiful kitten. Today will test you. You are going to get the urge to touch yourself. But you are not to do so, unless I tell you that you can. Do you understand?"

I swallowed, and nodded. "Y-you're going to t-tease me, aren't you?" I asked, quietly.

She answered me by turning the device back on and looking me right in the eyes. "I don't need to answer that... Do I?" She smirked, as I closed my eyes and whimpered softly.

"N-no..." I stuttered.

She chuckled again, as she switched the device off. She leaned up and kissed me slowly. "We should get going, or we really will be late. I'll call a taxi."

If you think I got off (pun intended) lightly during the taxi ride... yeah, right. Emily Fitch is my girlfriend, and she was clearly in a devious mood that morning. We'd barely been in the taxi five minutes when I felt the vibration inside me begin once more. My head snapped to the left, looking at Emily, who smirked back at me, taking out her phone and beginning to make a phone call. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, the vibration definitely feeling nothing short of stimulating. I realised, though, that it was at the lower end of the settings... But the awkward thing, was finding the right comfortable position to actually sit in while it was on. I found myself squirming in place, but the more I moved, the more it turned me on. I could hear Emily's voice chatting beside me, I think she was on the phone to Cath, but I couldn't actually tell you, because I was distracted. I felt my own heart racing, and rapid breath, and I tried hard not to cry out, especially when the vibration changed and settled into a series of strong pulses, in just the right spot to make me come.

I felt myself become so close, and then heard myself groan as the vibration stopped as I balanced on the brink of an orgasm. I leaned back against the headrest, breathing heavily. I felt a hand on my thigh, moving down towards my knee, and I opened my eyes, looking over at Emily, whose head was tilted to one side with a cheeky smile on her lips. "You ok there, beautiful?" She asked.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed, and the hot and cold tingling rush of nerves running through my system. I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket and sent a text message.

"You are so going to get it. xNaomix"

Emily read the message and chuckled deviously, as she took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently, running her thumb along mine. Soon after, we arrived at the office building, and Emily exited the taxi first, holding her hand out to me, and helping me get out. It was a good thing she did, because as shaky as I felt, I might not have made it out as gracefully as I did, otherwise.

Once we had made it into the lift, I turned to Emily. "Are you serious with this?" I asked, quietly.

She pulled me close for a quick, soft kiss. "Expect the unexpected, beautiful." She said. "And... yes."

I closed my eyes and groaned. "You're lucky I love you."

"Why's that?" Emily smirked, as the lift doors opened onto the Fitch Holdings floor.

"You're so frustrating sometimes!" I half whispered as we both exited the lift.

"I know!" She laughed.

"Morning, you two." Cath said, as we passed the reception desk.

"Morning, Catherine." Emily replied. "Any of the senior staff off, today?"

"No, they're all in."

"Excellent. Email a memo, would you? I want senior staff in the boardroom in fifteen minutes, for an update on the accountant situation."

"Will do, Emily."

"I'll, erm... See you in fifteen, then..." I said, walking towards my office. I felt Emily's eyes on me as I went, acutely aware of her possibly eyeing me up and down, even as she conversed with Catherine about whether any mail had been received. I entered my office and shut the door behind me, spotting a vase sitting on my desk, with what looked like a dozen red roses standing tall, along with a card nestled in between them. I walked towards my desk, and plucked the card from between the stems.

"Naomi,

I know we have been particularly... frantic with each other these past few days. No matter what, I will always love you. My heart is yours, and you mean the world to me.

Emily. xoxo"

The phone on my desk rang, and I sat down carefully, as I picked it up. "Naomi Campbell speaking..."

A soft, husky chuckle met my eardrum. "You always sound so sexy when you are being all official..." Emily said. A wide grin crossed my lips. "And I can tell you are blushing, beautiful. Did you like the roses?"

"They're beautiful." I replied, softly. "Thank you. It's very sweet of you."

"Anything for you, my gorgeous girl." She said. "By the way, did I mention how fuckable you look today?" I opened my mouth to reply, but Emily's low voice stopped me in my tracks. "I almost stopped the lift to push my hand into your jeans and make you come..."

I swallowed. "Emily..." I said, in a shaky whisper. I couldn't stop the whimper there fell from my lips as I felt the buzzing vibration begin inside me again. "Oh Jesus..." I moaned, softly.

She laughed that wicked soft little laugh of hers and murmured her appreciation. "Let me listen for a few moments, beautiful... Put one hand on the armrest, lean your head back and close your eyes for a moment..."

I laid my head back against the headrest of my chair and let my eyes fall shut, exhaling slowly, although my sharp inhalation once the stronger pulsing speed of the vibration inside me kicked into gear gave way to a soft moan.

"Hmm... I know it's warm and wet inside you, beautiful. But I also know you enjoy it when I tease you... Don't you?"

"Y-yes..." I whispered. I felt my heart thumping in my chest, hearing it in my ears as I squirmed in my seat, the thing lodged inside me leaving me unable to escape the sensations it was sending through my body. "Emily... please..." I croaked softly. But I wasn't even sure what I was asking of her. Was I asking her to stop, or to tip me over the edge?

"Just a few more moments, beautiful..." Emily replied. I breathed another soft moan, followed by a gasp, another moan, and then... It stopped. Right when I was at the peak, it stopped. I groaned in frustration, to another of Emily's wicked chuckles. "You were close, weren't you?"

I breathed hard, feeling a cold shiver run through my blood. "Why... Why do you always... Christ... Ask me questions you know the answer to?!"

Emily laughed. "All part of the fun, my beautiful little thing." She replied. "Now... Give yourself a few minutes, and then I want to see your sexy arse in the boardroom. You have to update the staff on the situation."

I frowned. "Are you going to let me do that?"

A soft giggle. "Why, whatever do you mean?" She asked, sweetly. "Five minutes, baby. Love you."

"I lo-" I heard the line click. Devious little...

I put the phone down, and did my best to compose myself over the next few minutes, eventually reaching for my notes and gingerly standing up, leaving my office and making my way to the boardroom. Most all of the senior staff were already seated, save for one of two, and Emily was at the head of the large oblong table, discussing something with Mark, who was fiddling with the projector. She looked up as I entered, and gave me a simple smile that held so much behind it, I almost burst into flames feeling myself blush. I took my seat, and shuffled my papers, as the last few staff entered and took their seats.

"Right, let's get started then, shall we?" Emily said, flipping to a slide that had a table with some figures. The room quietened down, and Emily continued speaking. "Right, now, as some of you know, our accountant Richard is no longer with us. This meeting is to explain why that is, and what will be happening, going forward. As some of you may not know, the reason we had to let Richard go was because he was siphoning company money into a Swiss bank account. Unfortunately, this had been happening for the past four months, and was done in such an intricate and minor manner that I didn't even pick it up."

"How was it happening?" Clara piped up from the end of the table.

"I was just getting to that, but thanks for asking the question..." Emily replied, and suddenly, I felt the low vibration begin once more inside me. I looked up at Emily, who was just taking her hand out of her jacket pocket. Oh fuck no...! I cleared my throat, and swore I could feel everyone staring at me, even though it was just my imagination. "Richard was transferring small amounts of money from various departments, day by day into the Swiss account. Thirty quid from sales, twenty quid from graphics, that sort of thing. He was crafty about it, and in the end it amounted to roughly two and a half thousand quid a month."

"Jesus! So how much did we end up out of pocket?" Another person asked. I couldn't even remember their name at that point, seeing as I was extremely distracted by the motion of the device inside me.

"A little over forty grand." Emily frowned, to murmurs of discontentment around the table. I took the opportunity to shift in my seat, and thankfully, the vibration stopped. "I'll now hand over to Naomi who will brief us on what else has happened so far. Naomi?"

I cleared my throat again, and stood up. "T-thank you, Emily. What we have learned so far, is that Richard was in league with a man named Frederick McClair."

"McClair? Wasn't that the same guy from Bailey that sued us months ago?" Clara asked.

"One and the same, yes. The money wasn't in the Swiss account long, the bulk of it was transferred to another account which was in a false name. We've been in contact with the police, and got a court order to have the accounts frozen and the money transferred back to us. As of yesterday, the money is back in our business account."

"And McClair? I heard he got fired from Bailey as a result...?"

"That is correct. At the moment the police are unsure of his whereabouts, as he booked a ferry ticket to Calais and fled to France, possibly to spend the money. We aren't sure of that, though... The police have notified authorities in France and they are on the lookout for him. He likely will not get far, nor will he be able to get back to the UK, as his passport has been cancelled." I added.

Another spattering of murmurs sounded from around the table.

"So, what now?"

I looked at Emily. "Emily?"

Emily stood up as I sat back down. "Naomi has recommended that from here on we hire an outside accountant, to prevent the likelihood of this occurring again. It's true that it will be an extra cost per month, but I agree with her, that it would be better for our peace of mind to prevent this from happening again." She explained. "McClair also hurt our reputation, by rubbishing us around a bit."

"Yeah, he did seem a dirty, sleazy type when we were consulting with him over that Bailey campaign." Jackie said. "He kept leering at my tits, and was a bit overbearing and full of himself."

Emily frowned. "Yeah, well... Bailey hasn't been so bad in the past, but he was particularly shifty." She said. "Sorry you had to go through that, Jackie."

Jackie waved it off. "Well, normally I don't mind compliments, but it's just the greasy way he tried it on, you know?"

Emily nodded. "Noted." She said, as her hand went into her pocket again and I felt my eyes go wide as the vibration began inside me once again. Fuck...I can't take much more of this! I thought to myself. I shifted in my seat, and then cleared my throat again.

"Something you wanted to add, Naomi?" Emily asked, her eyes giving me that knowing look.

"Uh... No... Though... If you wouldn't mind excusing me a minute..." I said, slowly standing up.

Both of Emily's eyebrows raised, imperceptibly to anyone else, but very noticeable to me. "By all means."

I'm not sure how I even made it out of the boardroom, but I did, my legs feeling wobbly as I shut the door behind me and gingerly made my way into the ladies, feeling the vibration pulse stronger inside me still, stifling a groan as I made it into the toilet door. Thankfully, there was no one else in there, and is scrambled into one of the stalls, feeling the arousal inside me beginning to peak with the relentless vibration inside me. I collapsed against the back of the door, breathing hard as a wave of pleasure threatened to wash over me. I heard my desperate moan of frustration as once again the device inside me switched itself off, and I slid my fingertips down the door, as if I could grab onto it as though it were Emily's sheets I held between them. Fucking Christ.

My heart was pounding in my ears, as I swallowed huge lungfuls of air, almost painfully aroused with no release in sight. Then, it started again, and I whimpered once more, my forehead hitting the cool surface of the door, the sensation building up again inside me. It was a pure, but delicious form of torture, and as I bit my bottom lip in my horny frustration I vaguely realised I had a stupid grin on my face. I was somewhere else entirely, not even in this few square feet of cubicle space, but completely in my head, the vision of Emily everywhere around me as I closed my eyes, and her voice in my mind, her husky voice whispering the dirtiest things imaginable to me. How much she adored me, how she wanted to lick over every inch of me with her tongue, and probe and touch every part of me with her fingertips.

I finally understood why she was teasing me like this. She wasn't punishing me, she was taking back what control over me that she felt she had lost, showing me that even though she had opened my mind up to the possibility of who I could be, in terms of dominating her, she also showed me that no matter how much I did it, I was always hers, and would always feel most at home when she took control over me and pushed my limits. Because that's what this was, this was her dirty mind reaching out to mine and telling me that no matter what, she would take care of me how she knew best, and always find ways to make it just that little bit interesting, and to make me want her to play with me just that little bit more.

This was my awakening, and I knew it as my mind flooded with thoughts and my body flooded with sensation, my lips half open in a silent cry as I ceased to breathe and the rest of the world disappeared. I shuddered against the door as I came hard, wracked with spasms as my mind collected itself after shattering into pieces, and my lungs slowly regained their function. The device inside me switched off, and I groaned softly, feeling wiped out as my arse barely made contact with the closed toilet seat cover. My heart was pounding almost out of my chest and I slumped to the side with my head against the cubicle wall.

"Oh my god..." I croaked.

Once I settled, I stood up, and exited the cubicle, catching sight of myself in the mirror. I looked like I'd just been shagged to within an inch of my life! Somehow, I straightened myself up a bit, ran my fingers through my hair until I looked somewhat presentable, and exited the ladies.

When I got back into the boardroom, I watched Emily watching me as I sat down. She had another knowing look in her eyes, visible only to me, and backed up with the tiniest of smirks. "Alright, Naomi?"

I nodded. "Yeah, must have been something I ate, but I'm good now."

"Right. Ok people, that's all for today... There'll be a memo when the new accountants are selected, but until then, Mark will be taking care of the finances."

The senior staff filed out of the room, and I gathered my papers, leaving as well.

"Naomi, have you got that list of accountancy firms?" Emily asked, as in was just about out of the door.

"Of course, Emily." I replied.

"Good. Bring them to me in my office?" She said.

"Yes, five minutes?"

"I'll be waiting."

I went to my office and picked up the sheet with the list of firms on it, and went to Emily's office. She looked up at me from her desk. "Close the door." She said, and I closed it behind me. "Lock it." Quietly, I did as she asked, turning back to her. She was sitting in her chair, arms resting on the armrests, and drinking me in with her eyes. "Come and stand next to me, beautiful." She said, in the voice that melted me. Dutifully, I stepped towards her, stopping when I reached her side of the desk. She pushed back slightly. "Now, stand in front of me, and drop the paper onto my desk." I moved to stand directly in front of her, doing as she requested. "Where did you go, beautiful?" She asked.

"The ladies." I replied.

"Ah..." She smirked. "Did you touch yourself?"

"N-no."

"Why not?" She teased.

"Y-ou told m-me n-not to." I replied.

"But, you did come, didn't you?" She smirked.

"Oh, yes..."

Emily smiled, genuinely. "That's my beautiful girl." She said. "I have a task for you, now..."

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm... On your knees." She spoke with more sharpness to her tone. "Now!" I felt the flutter run through my stomach, as I quickly got to my knees. I kept my eyes downcast, as Emily unfastened the button of her jeans and slowly slid her zipper down. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and shifted her hips, until they were halfway down her silky pale thighs. "Down to my ankles. Now." She commanded, and I reached up and slowly slid the fabric the rest of the way down to her ankles, levelling my eyes back to her knees. They were slightly spread, her thighs beautiful as I cast my eyes upwards to the point at which they met, raising my eyebrows when I discovered herfreshly bare centre. I'm guessing someone took advantage of a solo shower this morning, then... Her hand reached forward and tilted my chin upwards until my eyes met her wide, black, ravenous pupils. "I don't need to tell you what comes next, do I?"

My eyes flicked down to her centre, and back up again, and I obediently shook my head, before I leaned down to kiss up her inner thighs, spreading them wider and finally reaching her wet glistening folds, I slipped my tongue between them. If there was one thing I knew about Emily, it was that she liked to make me squirm. She loved to tease me to the brink and watch me slide over it into a puddle of orgasmic goop. This was no more apparent than when I tasted her arousal on my tongue, hot, tangy and copious, as I braced my hands on her knees, feeling her fingertips slide into my hair, gently gripping as that very same tongue of mine slid against her impossibly swollen clit, flattening against it and dragging along it so slowly that she almost convulsed.

"That's...oh, that's it, beautiful... Mmm..." She groaned softly, her voice broken by its natural huskiness. I continued to flick my muscle against her, licking up every inch or drop of her pleasure, as my tongue roved into every fold, every crease of the most beautiful part of her... Other than her heart, of flicks here, bolder licks there, wrapping my tongue around her clit until I thought she was going to scream with the delicious friction I was creating in her valley of pleasure. If the spasms of her thighs were anything to go by, she was close to that breaking point, anyway, and as unrelenting as Emily can be when I am close to an orgasm, I was no different, as I flicked my tongue quickly against her swollen clit, feeling the grip of her fingers in my hair as her body stiffened above me, heavy gasps leaving her lungs as she shuddered and jerked in her chair.

I have no idea on this earth how she managed to keep as quiet as she did, as I reached up and buried two of my fingers deep inside her slippery, hot wetness, her body arching up hard as I pulsed my fingers against the sweet spot, sucking hard on the little bud of flesh between my lips and making her come a second time. She gripped my hair hard and pulled my head away, as she slumped into her chair. I looked up and her eyes ware closed, and she was breathing heavy as she shivered hard. As her breathing calmed down, she opened her eyes and looked down at me, staring back up at her, my lips still soaked in her wetness. "Oh, beautiful... You have the guiltiest look on your face, right now..." She husked. "You have no idea how sexy that is..."

I felt my cheeks begin to burn as I blushed. "May I stand, now?" I asked, softly.

Emily nodded, and I got to my feet, pulling her up with me and carefully leading her to the sofa, laying down and snuggling her as she sank into my arms and began kissing and licking herself off my face. "Are you ok, beautiful?" She asked.

"Yes..." I replied. "We need a new rule, though..."

"Oh? What's that?" She said.

I sighed deeply, and kissed her passionately. "Obviously we can't stick to being professional at work..." I murmured. "So... 'Work first, then play.'"

"Work first, then play?"

I nodded. "We will never get any work done, otherwise. We finish all the work we have for each day first... Then if time allows..."

"Oh, I see." Emily replied. "That's fair. Not fucking at work is becoming harder and harder to stick to..." She grinned.

I laughed. "Yeah, it is. I'm proud of us, though. We lasted as long as we did,.."

"Mmm..." She murmured. "Speaking of which..." She added, her hand drifting to my waistband, toying with my zip, and working the denim down my hips. I also felt the vibration begin anew inside me. "I bet you could do I with a bit more relief, too..."

I thought about disagreeing...for maybe half a second. But any thought of protest was banished as soon as brown eyes met mine, the three simple words that mean so much were mouthed to me, and Emily's tongue nestled itself between my thighs, and was definitely forgotten even as an idea, as the added stimulation of her tongue had me in much the same position as she had been, only supine, my hands scrabbling through her hair and pulling her closer as she licked me to another earth shattering climax.

I couldn't even tell you how I managed not to scream...

A/N#2: Still alive, then? Hope so...

Review if you are...

More soon, though I'm not sure when. This all sort of spilled out of me, but I don't know when the next bit will. I'm still feeling crappy, so... It'll turn up whenever it does... How's that? (Hey, at least I'm honest, right?)

Until next time...

~GN~ xo