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

him a response, instead, I pulled

could not be more grateful. This was enough to distract Tom from confronting me. I already had so much to deal with,

feel his

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

he pulled my

would come to this, I swear, I would have come even prepared." He sighed lustfully staring at

stop him but for some reason, I couldn't. It actually felt

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

you." He panted. His attempt at a sexy voice made me cringe. He

I wrapped my hands around his neck. He tugged my skirt up all the way and licked his lips

thoughtful only to realize that now.

my buttons and forcefully pulled me out of my shirt, then carelessly, he tossed them across the room.

"Ouch!" I

a blank moment and stared at me confused.

at making out a d do was he and my definition of intense

me on my desk, after lifting my skirt above my

belt and soon enough, his pants were below the belt and down his knees. He made his move to pull his boxers down as well but my hand reflexive stopped his movement.