I told myself I was done with him because he was really no good for me. He was the player type; there was never a possibility that he would do right by me or mean anything he said. The best thing to do was cut him off. Completely. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll cut him off. Sometimes thinking these things are easier than doing them, especially when the memories of the way his lips feel in certain places linger heavy on the mind. Or the grip of his hands.
Focus. He’s a jerk. That’s enough. I’ll tell him tonight that it’s over. I’m sure he has five or six other women swooning around him anyway. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t hear my office door open and shut. I worked the swing shift with another person, but I was the only one in the office at the time. I felt this sudden rush of heat come over me as soft wet lips pressed against the crook of my neck and a heavy hand slid down into my blouse and fondled my left breast. I was quite startled but it felt too good to protest.
My chair swung around and there he was in the flesh. Before I could say a word he picked me up out of my seat and sat me on the edge of my desk, pressing his body against me so that I could feel every inch of hard, solid muscle. He was working on the third button on my blouse before I got the courage to try and stop him. He brushed my hands away playfully and engulfed me in a hot and heavy kiss with his intoxicating lips before I could protest. His hand was making its way up my thigh and my hand was undoing his belt buckle. He knew I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, say no. He knew how bad I wanted him; I was a puppet on a string for him.
I bit his ear gently. I whispered, “We really shouldn’t; my co-worker-”
He cut me off and said, “I locked the door. You ain’t going nowhere for awhile,” and my shirt landed on a chair across the room. He nibbled my nipples and then laid me back on the desk. I spread my legs wide for him while he feasted on my goodness. Because the office was so empty my moans echoed.
I motioned for him to pull me closer to him. I slid right into his lap and sat on my throne. We always fit together like a hand in glove, he slid in so nice and easy. I grinded slowly in his lap like I was giving him a private lap dance. I tasted myself on his lips. Have you ever noticed that the best sex is usually the type you shouldn’t be having, usually with someone you shouldn’t be having it with?
I heard the doorknob rattle like someone was trying to come in. My body tensed and I was frozen in place until he pulled my face over to him and kissed me. He said, “Forget them – they can wait,” and lifted me back up onto the desk. I wrapped my legs around him and did just what he said; I forgot where I was, I forgot I was at work and I forgot how much I hated him.
My fingernails dug into his back as he hit that spot that had me ready to climax. I bit his earlobe and then softly bit his neck. He loved it when I bit him, it turned him on. His rhythm became faster and more intense. My thigh was quivering but I wouldn’t unwrap my legs from around him. I heard a deep sigh of relief in my ear and he kissed my shoulder while gently putting me down.
No words spoken and no further glances, I grabbed my shirt from the chair and made myself presentable while he made his way to the back and climbed out the window to the fire escape.
The Pleasure Principles 