"Why are you so stubborn?"
James stood up, the tension clear in his voice. He was ready to caution her, but Victoria met his glare with a kiss so deep and commanding it stole his breath.
The kiss was hot and urgent, made even more daring by where they stood, right in her office. The day before, he had teased her mercilessly in her home then left without fulfilling the ache he had stoked all through the week. It had haunted her through the night and into this morning. Now, she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted him, no matter where they were, even if it was the office.
James pulled back from the kiss, his brows drawn tight. "Behave," he warned, his voice low.
However, Victoria had no intentions of backing off. She silenced him with another kiss, more heated, more hungry. Her fingers gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as she devoured his lips, then his neck, branding his skin with desperate kisses. James grunted, his resistance flickering. Her scent was dizzying. He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto the conference table, his own lips crashing into hers now.
Their mouths moved feverishly, breaths mingling as heat crackled between their bodies. However, James came to his senses when he felt her tugging at the belt of his pants.
He caught her hand. "What's gotten over you? We're at the office."
"You should've thought of that when you left me hanging yesterday," she said without a hint of shame, unzipping his fly with focused determination.
"Stop. We can't do this." James tried to pry her hands away. The door was still unlocked, anyone could barge in.
"Anyone could walk in at any moment," he added, his voice strained.
"Then we better hurry before someone does. Isn't that right?" Her voice was soaked in lust, her eyes wild with hunger.
He sighed, already knowing reason wouldn't work. She was far gone, too far to reach with logic. He had pushed her too far with the teasing now, she was snapping back, hard. He resigned himself with a grumble as she pulled out his hardening cock, her touch confident and unrelenting.
"Lay back," he ordered.
Victoria obeyed instantly, sliding onto her back on the table. Her skirt bunched up at her hips. She was already soaked, ready for him.
He didn't waste time. James shifted her lingerie, aligned himself and pushed in slowly. Victoria let out a loud moan.
"Uh...ohh.."
He froze.
"Shhh." He pulled out, heart hammering. He forgot how loud she gets when they do it.
However, Victoria held him tight, guiding him back inside her with pleading eyes. "No, don't go. Please continue."
James gave her a warning look.
She chuckled breathlessly, covered her mouth, and nodded. "I promise, I'll be quiet."
Satisfied, he began moving again, thrusting into her wet heat with steady control. Each roll of his hips hit her deep, long and slow that drove her wild. It was sensual, too sensuous. Her mouth stayed shut as he drove into her but her body betrayed the sounds she held in; tremors, jerks, gasps through her nose, dragging cries she fought to silence. He moved in perfect rhythm, eyes glued to her flushed face as her legs spread wider, welcoming every inch of him.
Victoria was already unraveling. He was fucking her like he meant to make her lose her mind. A week of buildup, of teasing, of denied release, all collapsed into this moment.
James gritted his teeth as he fought to stay focused, she felt too good. He watched her body writhe, saw the pleasure breaking over her face like waves crashing. His own control frayed at the edges. It had been too long. A week without her, teasing her, watching her beg and now she was here, screaming into her own hand for him.
She trembled under him, hand covering her lips to muffle her cries, shaking, her nails raking across the tabletop. The room spun for her. Every thrust, every twist of his hips unraveled her like thread pulled from fabric. Her other hand slipped. A loud raw moan escaped her lips. The flailing arm hit her laptop and sent it crashing to the floor with a loud bang.
They both froze.
James glared at her alarmed, his jaw clenched.
Victoria panted and pulled him down for a quick kiss silencing the tension. As their lips parted, she reached over and dialed her desk phone. Her voice came out cool and commanding.
"Ms. Sharp, should I…?"
"Amara, the meeting with James will take quite some time. I don't want any disturbance until I'm done."
"Of course. I will make sure no one comes in and hold back all calls. Your schedule is free until two this afternoon."
"Perfect." Victoria ended the call then looked at James with a spark in her eyes.
She stood, skirt still hiked up, body flushed. "Door lock," she commanded.
The smart lock beeped as it sealed the door shut.
James picked up the fallen laptop and placed it safely aside. Before he could say anything, Victoria was already pulling him by the hand toward the far corner of the office. She pressed against a seamless panel, which slid open to reveal the private inbuilt bedroom hidden behind the wall.
Without a word, she stepped inside with him, and pulled the door closed behind them.
The sound of the sliding door sealing behind them echoed in the small space. Victoria's heels clacked against the tiles as she walked backward, eyes locked on James. The fire in her gaze was undeniable, and James felt the pull in his chest and groin simultaneously. He hadn't intended for things to spiral this far, but Victoria wasn't giving him a choice and honestly, he didn't want one.
She didn't speak. She didn't need to. The tension between them was already scorching. She reached behind herself and unzipped her fitted skirt, letting it fall to the floor with a whisper. She undressed completely, her blouse sliding off her shoulders, as she stood bare in front of him. No Lingerie. No games. Just her. Wet, ready, and already flushed from their previous attempt.
James watched as she peeled off her clothes, revealing soft skin, tight nipples, and an arousal so thick in the air it curled around them.
He stepped forward and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her clean off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his hips and their mouths crashed together. The kiss was hot, messy, tongue, teeth, and passion. Her back hit the wall and she arched against him, moaning into his mouth when she felt how hard he was through his trousers.
"You want to tease, fine," She panted between kisses, "but you don't get to walk away this time."