Wrong Number

"What am I doing here?" He seemed surprised that I would ask. How could I not? Tom was standing in my office during working hours and he just expected me to go all quiet about it.

"Oh my God, you weren't paying attention to my phone call, were you?" He widened his eyes and closed my door behind him.

"Nikki this is what I always have to say about you. You never listen to anything I have to tell you and it hurts really bad." He frowned and stopped right in front of me.

I stood to my feet and tried to get him to bring his voice down. "Tom this is my office, you'll get us in trouble if you aren't careful." I whisper yelled at him.

"Nikki this is saddening, I spent minutes explaining how Fester got me a job in your company, I can't believe you didn't..." He said. I cut him off by pulling his collar, causing him to move towards me.

Before he could understand what was going on, I laid a harsh kiss on his manly lips.

Knowing my constantly horny boyfriend, I knew this would work against him. He received my kiss and slowly, I let go of his collar.

His hands found their way to my waist and they remained there while we harshly sucked on each other's lips.

He moaned gently into my mouth and pulled away for a second. "What are we doing?" He breathed heavily as he asked the question

I didn't give him a response, instead, I

was enough to distract Tom from confronting me. I already had

maintaining the kiss, he pulled me closer to his groin. I could feel his hard against my belly and I almost shook my head at him but decided it

the buttons on my shirt and he began to fiddle with them, undoing

he pulled my shirt off and gently tossed it on

come even prepared." He sighed lustfully staring at my breasts gently stuffed

couldn't. It actually felt like

no idea where the unattractive, lustful voice came from but he did not react to it negatively and

made me cringe. He dived right into my skin and sucked on my neck.

He tugged my skirt up all the way and licked

to realize that now. Even though it was a lie.

pressure but I let him. He ripped my buttons and

them. "Ouch!" I slapped

pulled away for a blank moment

and pulled him back in for a kiss. I was terrible at making out a d do was he and my definition of intense kissing

placed me on my desk, after lifting my skirt above my waist so he could see

enough, his pants were below the belt and down his knees. He made his move to