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 pulled him back into

distract Tom from confronting me. I already had so much to deal with, working with Chad, and Tom would not

kiss, he pulled me closer to his groin. I could feel his hard against my belly and I

His hands moved to the buttons on my shirt and he began to fiddle with

with that mission, he pulled my shirt off and

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

couldn't. It actually felt like the right thing to do and it

voice came from but he did not react to it negatively and that was

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

around his neck. He tugged my skirt up all

realize that now. Even though it was a

so much pressure but I let him. He ripped my buttons and forcefully pulled me out of my shirt,

on them. "Ouch!" I slapped his hands off with a frown, he

a blank moment and stared

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 seemed to be the only thing

gently placed me on my desk, after

He began to tug impatiently at his 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.