Summary: Upon Naru's return to Japan he has revisioned the rules & duties Mai must abide by within her contract — and he isn't allowing her to slip up with a single one of them. Lemons. Aged Up.

The Employee Handbook

Responsibility #1 — Answering Calls

Mai throws her head back against the wall with a breathy gasp that shifts into a moan. Arching her back so his fingers have easier access. Taking apart the buttons down her blouse one handed with fast precision while he sucks, licks, and nicks at the side of her throat. His other hand gently caresses the thigh that hooks around his waist and smoothly slides down to the underside of her knee to tug her closer as his hips push against her own with urgency.

Her skirt bunches up between them. Allowing his erection to beat against her so hard, so painstakingly good, she lost all sense of direction.

Mai moans again. Tightening the hold she has on his dark hair, she pulls him closer to her now exposed chest. Nails raking against his scalp. He ran his hot tongue down the valley in between her breasts. Sucking and gently teasing her skin.

Mai rocks her lower half against his desperately. Going fast, faster, faster. A deep hunger pooling in her lower abdomen to be closer. Wanting more.

So much more.

She wants more of him. Only him.

Intoxicating, sex appeal oozing, man of her dreams Oliver Davis.

She doesn't remember how their arrangement came to be. She just wants to be a good assistant, she wants to be closer to him, she wants to be with him, consumed by him. She wants him.

Desperately.

Wholeheartedly.

Endlessly.

She needs him and she needs him now.

Mai tugs at his hair with poorly hidden desperation and hunger. "More." She pants. Head thrown back against the wall and with her eyes half open. Peering down at the man hoisting her against his office wall.

Naru lifts his head up from her chest with a devilish grin. The normal bright blue eyes she fell in love with darken to an almost deep violet while his fingers trail along the sides of her exposed breasts, down her waist, and gently sliding down the space between her thighs. Slowly. Tantalizing. He delicately rubs her fingers against her core with the lightest of touches.

"Beg me for it."

"W-what?" Mai breathes through her lips.

Naru hikes her higher against the wall. Slamming her back against it while he nestles himself in between her legs. Fingers moving their way to positioning at her entrance. Hovering and teasing the rim.

"I said, beg me." He rasps, lips grazing against the shell of her ear.

"Naru, please." Mai painfully whines. Angeling her body to get closer.

"Use your words, Mai. Please, what?" He drags his nose down her breast. Tongue flickering out to lash across her nipple.

Mai's breath hitches and toes curl in anticipation.

The pressure of intense want — no, a need of relief is enough to make her want to burst. Unloading all her suppressed, tightly wound feelings go in one high pitched scream.

"Naru, please fuck me!"

Two fingers make their way inside her.

"Naru!" Mai can't help but moan his name. Rocking her hips against his hand.

Naru swiftly cuts her moan off halfway through. Tongue invading her mouth with dominance. Sweeping and tanging itself against her own with expertise she knows he doesn't have but somehow still excels at just like everything else in life.

She faintly wonders if they're predicament is partly due to repressed sexual tension within him.

A sharp ringing echoing in the air pulls Naru away. Thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth against her nipple. Mai shudders in her place trapped against him and the office wall. Paying no attention to the noise outside their bubble that they've created. Clenching her body around his fingers on his free hand that currently swirls around inside her.

A warm wetness settles uncomfortably between her legs but she couldn't care less. Mai sighs softly. Leaning her head back with eyes closed. Relief and ecstasy rushing over her in waves.

"Mai. Phone."

Mai freezes in place with her hands on his shoulders. Chest heaving and barely able to keep her breathing to an acceptable volume.

"What?" She asks dumbly. Unable to focus on anything besides the thought of damn, that was good.

And how she wants more.

The feeling of his fingers trailing along her body and mouth leaving wet hot kisses down her throat and chest is just so addicting. In a way that Mai never thought possible. She doesn't know how she's gone so long knowing him and not allowing herself to indulge in her boss's touches.

She can't remember how this all began. What set of these chains of events that led to secret meetings and late night rendezvous. When employee performance reviews took on a completely different meaning. She doesn't even how in the world he even got her to agree to any of this. She doesn't know what they are, what to label it or if it can even lead to something more.

She's too scared to ask.

All she knows is that the last few months since signing the new contract have been the best work days of her life and she doesn't want to go back to the mindless paperwork and incessant phone calls. The office has become something of a stress reliever, an outlet that she's become addicted to.

Call her greedy, selfish, or stupid. Probably all three, if she was being honest with herself, but she can't fathom risking giving up this moment and every other like this one — past, present, or future, just because she had to ask where the endless sex-capades are leading.

"The phone, Mai." Naru swoops in for a drawn out kiss of the lips. Using his teeth pulling at her bottom lip and tongue swiping across her own all the while the fingers on his right hand lazily make circles inside of her had her moaning all over again.

Mai involuntarily bucks her hips against his hand. Body trembling against his chest and hands clawing at his back. She wants more movement. More friction. More depth. Just more.

"I'm going to stop if you don't answer the phone." His fingers slide in deeper, causing her to gasp sharply. "I want you to answer the phone like the good assistant I pay you to be." He whispers huskily.

That tone, the aura, that he eludes with his demands is enough to make her come undone a second time without the help of his magic hands.

"Y-You want…while you're in…?" Mai can't get the words out without heavy breathing in between. She can't catch her breath. Mind whirling from pleasure to shock to embarrassment and back to raw unadulterated need.

"Are you so simple minded that you have already forgotten what the responsibilities are in the contract you signed?"

"No, I didn't. You jerk!" Mai grips the side of his face. Bringing him in for a heated kiss and sliding her body down his front until her feet touch the ground.

"I know I'm irresistible, Mai, but you still have a job to do." Naru mumbles against her lips, hands move to roam against her backside. Not even attempting to fully pull away from her.

"Such a narcissist." Mai couldn't help but roll her eyes with a small tilt of her lips against his before shoving him away and marching towards the corner of his desk.

Slyly leaning over and slowly, oh so slowly, lays forward across the table. She could feel the edges of her skirt ride up in the back.

"Hello, this is Shibuya Psychic Research. Taniyama Mai speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hello." A feminine voice shakily travels through. "My family and I are in desperate need of help. I'm afraid our business is haunted! Please help us."

Grasping the black notebook and matching pen lying across from her, Maid nods her head along to the women's rambles, ready and poised to take any necessary notes.

"Is there — oh!" Mai hisses. Her knuckles turn white with her hardened grip on the phone. She turns her face away from the phone and swallows a low groan.

Steady hands keep her hips from moving away and instead pull her back further onto his erection and sliding himself so easily in her wet core. The gasp and low breathy grunt of 'fuck' that came from behind her was music to her ears. She couldn't help but grin.

She, Mai Taniyama of all people, made the Oliver Davis unravel from his cool exterior.

She bit her lip pushed further back. Rotating her hips against his pelvis. Mai grabbed the edge of the sleek, dark desk, raising herself up on her tiptoes, and pushed back with a hard thrust.

"Mai." Naru growls under his breath. Fingers flexing against her hips.

"Ma'am? Ma'am, are you still there?"

Mai jerks forward with a startled gasp. "Yes. Yes! I mean," she clears her throat. "I accidentally stubbed my toe and dropped my pen. I'm here. I'm sorry about -ah- that."

"It's okay. It's just these hauntings…"

"You know what?" Mai slams a fist against the table at a particularly rough thrust. "How about I write down your contact information and get back to you with an in office a—ah-ppointment?"

"Oh, thank you so much! We really appreciate it, Taniyama-san! You have no idea."

Mai hurriedly writes down a name and number. Writing barely legible at the pace but she doesn't care. She just wants to slam the phone against the table and get lost in a sea of blue and waves of pleasure.

"Haveanicenight. We'llbeintouch,goodbye!"

Mai slams down on the 'end call' and promptly chucks the phone to the side having no idea where it landed and rolled off too.

"Is that how you always handle clients? Do we need to go over the employee handbook?"

Naru hoists her up by her side and effortlessly flips her onto her back. Sliding her across the table, pulling her towards him, and throwing her legs over his shoulders.

"Shut up and kiss me, you jerk."

AN: I have be going down the Ghost Hunt rabbit hole lately and after reading a lot of stories I decided to dabble my first try into a lemon-y collection of one shots