At around 6 PM, Clare knocked on Marius's office door and slowly opened it. She had a cup of takeaway coffee in her hand. "Hey, I heard you were working late…" she said softly and looked down nervously. "So– so thought you might like something…" she blushed lightly as she remembered the naughty things she and Marius did together at lunch time. His head snapped up at her hesitant entrance, his expression shifting from contemplation to immediate recognition. A slow grin spread across his face as he saw the coffee in her hand and the nervous blush creeping up her neck. "Clare," he greeted warmly, setting aside the folders completely. "What brings you here at this hour? Did you miss me already?"
Marius leaned back in his chair, making no effort to hide the appreciative way his yellow green eyes travelled over Clare's figure in her modest work dress. The memory of their lunchtime encounter clearly fresh in his mind. "Come on in," he invited, gesturing toward the guest chair opposite his desk. "Unless you were hoping for a repeat performance of earlier today?" his tone was teasing but inviting, clearly enjoying watching her squirm under his gaze. "Well, I would not want to distract you…" she said hesitantly. Marius's grin widened at her hesitant response, clearly amused by her attempt at professional decorum. He pushed himself up from the desk and walked around to sit on its edge, crossing his arms casually.
"Distract me?" Marius repeated with a chuckle. "Clare, sweetheart. My day has been nothing but distractions." He picked up the takeaway coffee she had brought, taking a sip appreciatively. "So yes, please distract me. It is the most interesting thing that has happened since five o'clock." His yellow green eyes held a playful challenge as he studied her face. "Besides, I am pretty sure you have already proven you can handle multitasking. Lunch was proof of that." He set the coffee cup down and leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming more intimate. "Okay," she said nervously and took a step closer. Her yellow green eyes roamed up from the floor to the bulge in his pants and she shallowed nervously.
Marius's gaze followed Clare's downward, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he noticed her reaction to the visible evidence of his arousal. He leaned back further on the desk, giving her an even better view. "Like what you see?" he asked casually, though the challenge in his voice was unmistakable. "Because I seem to recall you enjoying it quite thoroughly this afternoon." He took another sip of the coffee she had brought, savouring both flavours– the rich brew and the charged atmosphere between them. His yellow green eyes never left her face, watching for any sign of hesitation or encouragement. "You know," he continued thoughtfully, setting the cup aside with deliberate slowness.
"For someone who claims to be nervous about distractions, you are doing a pretty good job of creating them yourself." Marius's hand reached out to trace along the edge of his desk near where Clare stood, beckoning her closer without needing to speak a word. She licked her lips and slowly went onto her knees. Her hands moved to his trousers, tracing the outline of his erection through the material. His breath caught in his throat as her hand's made contact with him through his trousers. His own hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, knuckles turning white with restraint. The professional façade he had maintained all day shattered completely under her touch.
"Clare," Marius warned through gritted teeth, though his voice lacked any real authority. "We should not be doing this here. Anyone could walk in." But even as he spoke the words, his hips pushed forward instinctively into her palms. His free hand came up to tangle in her hair, pulling her head closer until her face was level with the prominent bulge straining against the fabric. "God, you have no idea what you are doing to me. One taste of you and I can't think straight anymore." he murmured roughly. "Everyone has left," she defends softly and slowly she pulls down his zipper. His breath hitched as her fingers worked the zipper of his trousers, the metallic sound echoing loudly in the quiet office.
"Everyone has left?" Marius repeated, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Good. Because I do not think I could stop you even if someone walked in right now." His hips lifted slightly to give Clare better access as she freed her hardening length from its confinement. The sight of her on her knees before him, looking up with those nervous yet determined eyes, sent a jolt of pure lust through his entire body. His yellow green eyes darkened with raw desire as her hand wrapped around his throbbing erection. His head feel back slightly with a low groan, the last remnants of professional composure crumbling away entirely. "Fuck, Clare," he breathed out roughly. "You have no idea how much I need this today."
Marius's hands moved from the chair to thread through Clare's hair again, guiding her face closer to where she knelt between his legs. The cool air of the office contrasted sharply with the heat building between them. "You are going to drive me crazy if you keep looking at me like that," he growled warningly. "All innocent and shy while your hands are going things they should not be." She slowly licked the tip of his cock before opening her mouth. A sharp hiss of breath escaped his lips as her warm tongue made contact with the sensitive bead of his cock. His entire body tensed, fingers tightening in her hair as he fought for control. The professional office suddenly felt incredibly intimate, the distant city lights outside casting long shadows across their forbidden encounter.
"Oh God, Clare," Marius groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "You are killing me here." His hips buckled slightly against her mouth, a reflexive response to the incredible sensation of her lips closing around him. The world outside this office ceased to exist; there was only the wet heat of her mouth and the desperate need building in his core. His free hand came up to grip the edge of his desk for support, knuckles turning white as he tried to maintain some semblance of composure. "Slower," he commanded through gritted teeth. "Do not rush this." She slowly took his cock in his mouth and started sucking it. A deep, futural moan vibrates from his chest as her mouth enveloped him completely.