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 pulled

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

groin. I could feel

my shirt and he began to fiddle with them, undoing them.

that mission, he pulled my

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

should stop him but for some reason, I couldn't. It actually felt like the right thing to do

where the unattractive, lustful voice came from but he

He panted. His attempt at a sexy voice made me cringe. He dived right

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

only to realize that now. Even though it was a

to kiss me with so much pressure but I let him. He ripped my buttons and forcefully pulled me out of my shirt, then carelessly, he tossed

my boobs and he squeezed hard on them. "Ouch!" I slapped his hands off

moment and stared at

I widened my eyes in realization and pulled him back in for a kiss. I was terrible at making out a d do

seemed to calm him down. He lifted me up and gently placed me on my desk, after lifting my skirt above my waist

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