Ages:

Jim - 44
Melinda - 40

When his wife stopped by on his first day as Chief of Staff at Mercy General, a smile spread across Jim Clancy's face. "Hey you," he chuckled, standing up from his chair behind his desk.

"Hey, brought you some dinner." She held a container up as she came up to his desk, setting it down. "Katie made spaghetti. Your assistant called the house and left a voicemail saying you might not be home for dinner."

"Yeah," he sighed, sitting back down as he ran a hand through his hair. Papers covered his desk and a pen was tucked firmly in his hand. "Lots of paperwork."

"I thought I'd visit you. You sounded stressed on the phone earlier," she sat on the edge of his desk, crossing her legs. "Is now a good time?"

His eyes fixated there, on the bare skin of Melinda's knees as they crossed. Her toned legs seemed to go on forever from where her skirt ended. He hadn't even realized his hand had moved to trace up to her leg until she gasped, his hand sliding between her thighs.

"Sorry," he cleared his throat, his hand pulling back. "I got distracted."

"I see that," she chuckled, her legs uncrossing as one extended to rub up against his leg as she smirked. "So how was your first day as the big boss?"

"Melinda," he groaned, sitting back as he slid his hand back up her leg, "you're impossible."

"I want you," she pleaded to him, pushing off the desk, and fisting her hands into the front of his shirt.

"Here?" he asked, grinning widely.

A sinful grin slowly spread across her face and she bit her bottom lip, quickly nodding in response to his question. "There aren't any cameras in here, right?" She asked as she flattened her hands against his chest and started to pull his shirt from his pants. His eyes fixated on her, full of lust as she leaned close enough to kiss him, but didn't. "Because I want my chief of staff husband to fuck me on his new desk. How does that, baby?"

The sound of those words on her lips and the way she accentuated the syllables sent shockwaves through him, awakening every part of his body. "Where exactly do you want me?" He asked, this time his voice low and steady.

"Right where you are is fine for now," she said and he rose a curious brow when she brushed the tips of her fingers lightly over his erection that strained against the thin fabric of his pleated pants. "Miss me?" She finally pulled his belt loose and stripped him of his pants.

He let out a laugh as he resituated himself comfortably in the cushioned chair, watching her lift her blouse over her head. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and their eyes locked into a heated stare as she lowered herself to her knees.

"I want you—," she whispered, placing an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of his thigh, "—I want to taste you."

He inhaled sharply when she drug her hand teasingly against his boxers, squeezing him. She yanked the clothing down, leisurely taking her time to savor every inch of him before slowly taking him into her mouth.

His eyes fell shut and his head lolled back against the chair, his hands grasping the armrests. He sucked in his bottom lip and when she gripped him firmly, letting out a shuddering moan. "Your mouth feels…" His adam's apple bobbed in between shallow, ragged breaths as his grip on the side of the chair tensed. One hand shot out and weaved into her hair. "So good Mel."

He tugged lightly at the strands as he moved in rhythm with her. She released him for a brief second and pulled away to catch her breath, continuing to work him with her hands. She nipped at the inside of his leg when she was ready to take him again, but before she could, he cupped her chin and gently lifted her face toward his.

"Come here," he whispered.

She rose, kicking off her heels and standing flat before him as she shifted her legs around his until she was sitting straddled in his lap. He pulled her closer and sighed into the hollow of her neck.

"I need you," he whispered before tracing small, light circles along her collarbone with the tip of his tongue. "Now."

He suddenly lifted her until his erection brushed teasingly against her. Their eyes met again, and he could see his burning desire reflected at him through her. Her fingers curled around his shoulders to brace herself as he filled her. He took her off guard when he pushed into her the rest of the way and she almost lost her balance.

"I've got you," he groaned, his hands at her waist holding her in place as he quickened his pace.

"I need more," she gasped, meeting him with a swivel of her hips as her lips nipped at his neck.

Jim quickly stood, holding Melinda to him as he swiped his desktop clear, and just like she had wanted he fucked hard on top of his new desk. He pinned her back to the desk, leaning down to take her breast into his mouth while his fingers slid between them, while his hips started to slow as he found his release and she followed him no more than soon after.

His heart rapidly beat in his chest as he laughed quietly into her neck. "You are the best wife, you know that?" He said, teasing her nipple.

"I do," she chuckled.

Best first day ever.