I come bearing gifts – a belated birthday present for myself. It's a new chapter - well a short one, but a brand new one.

Chapter 5

A couple of weeks ago, Hank had noticed that by Wednesday at the latest, his anticipation of Friday was growing. That during the two days leading up to Friday, he kept thinking about what awaited him. Imagining what might happen. Friday held so many possibilities for them. For him. Lots of sex.

And by Friday at the latest, he could hardly stay calm. More than once, his mind had drifted off during work on a Friday. Then all he could think about was the night that lay ahead of him. You know about the sex he was going to have. About Kim.

Over the last few weeks they had tried a number of things - it was only last week - Hank literally blushed when he thought about what they had been up to. With the dildo and some chocolate sauce. Oh yes, that had been hot. Arousing. Right now he needed to think about something else before his mind wandered too much. Before he was growing hard.

It was just that today, it would take him longer to finally have sex with Kim. Today, work had him firmly in its grip. Hank would probably spend until late at night working on paperwork. And the sex would probably only take place - as it had once before - in his car, in a back alley, if it happened at all. Because here at the precinct - having sex was not an option. Despite it being one of his fantasies. Sex in the interrogation room. Sex on his desk. In the changing room. Sex in a place that was supposed to be taboo. Yeah, he had thought about it a few times. But so far he hadn't shared this fantasy with Kim.

Annoyed, Hank tossed the file onto the ever-growing pile on his desk - the pile didn't seem to be getting smaller, but bigger by the minute. Or at least that was his impression. He would never finish on time. Never finish today. He would have to work through the night until the wee hours of the next morning. Hank propped his elbows up on the desk and buried his head in his hands. Hank sighed.

So no, there would be no sex for him today. At least none that involved Kim and him. At best, it would be alone and involving his own hand. He would think about Kim then. And about what they usually did on Friday nights. Who knows, maybe he should imagine what they had done last Friday. It would get him horny, it would be enough to make him hard. But it would still be no substitute for sex with Kim.

"Are you ok?" he heard a voice that made him look up.

Kim was leaning against the doorframe. Surprised, Hank looked at her. She had obviously changed her clothes, instead of jeans and a T-shirt she was now wearing a blouse and a tight skirt. High heels. Black. Hank licked his lips. The sight - Hank felt the blood rush to his crotch. He was literally getting hard.

"Kim-"

"You don't think we're going to skip our date on Friday because of a few files piling up on your desk. My Dear, maybe you should have worked a wee bit faster. Then we'd have more time today . . . So next time, make an effort. Work harder. Or do I have to punish you for slacking off?" Kim asked in a stern voice.

Hank groaned. He loved it when Kim was strict. When she dominated him. And the promise of punishment . . . Hank felt his crotch tighten with excitement.

Somehow Hank had hoped that sex would still happen between him and Kim. And it was obviously going to happen after all. Here at the precinct - and that would be the fulfillment of one of his secret dreams. A fantasy of his. Sex at the precinct. Here on his desk. Yes, this fantasy would become reality today. Finally.

As she approached Hank, Kim slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

"Put the files away," she ordered him, "You've got a completely different job coming up. Let's see if this task is more suited for you. You have to make up for your slacking off. Be a good boy. For me" Kim reached out and briefly stroked Hank's cheek.

"Yes, ma'am."

Hank guessed what kind of task Kim meant. A task that he already liked very much. He watched as she undid the last button of her blouse and then came to a stop in front of Hank.

"Give me a kiss. And make sure it's a good one," she demanded.

And that was something Hank immediately complied with. He put his hand on the back of Kim's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. A kiss full of passion. A kiss that grew more intense by the second. God, Hank had been longing for this moment all day, for the last few hours. Longing for Kim and sex. What did that say about him? A thought he would rather block out.

And then their lips met again. That kiss, it was like setting off fireworks. The flame of passion that was burning between Hank and Kim was given new fuel.

Hank gently pushed her backwards until Kim felt the desk against the back of her thighs. He pushed himself between her thighs yearningly while he stroked his thumb over the fabric of her bra, over her nipple, until it puckered hard against his touch. He lowered his head and sucked one of the nipples into his mouth - through the fabric of the bra, while massaging the other breast with his hand. Then he buried his face between her breasts. Hank felt like he was in heaven. He loved Kim's breasts. He loved everything about her. That was exactly what he had been longing for all day, for the whole week. To touch Kim. Touching Kim was off limits on all the other days of the week.

Kim could feel his hard erection pressing against her thigh. She lowered her head.

"Fuck me," she whispered into his ear, "And make sure I see stars when I cum." And that was something Hank was more than happy to comply with. And a moment later, the only sound that filled the silence of his office was their moaning.