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"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

response, instead, I pulled him back into the kiss.

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 not be

I could feel his hard against my belly and I

and he began to fiddle with

that mission, he pulled my shirt off and gently tossed it on the floor.

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

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

unattractive, lustful voice came from but he did not react to it negatively

made me

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

only to realize that now. Even though

He continued to kiss me with so much pressure but I let him. He ripped my buttons and forcefully

them. "Ouch!" I slapped his hands off with a frown, he was so inexperienced.

He pulled away for a blank moment and stared

kiss. I was terrible at making out a d do was he and my definition of intense kissing seemed to be

placed me on my desk, after lifting

down his knees. He made his move to pull his