Once the stress dissipated, I had to lean over and kiss him. I can’t help myself, his lips taste so good. The way he’s grabbing my hips and ass, pulling me down on top of him is driving me crazy. I can feel his hard cock in his pants, pressing against my leg as I move up and down on top of him. I push myself off and stand up, hastily unfastening my pants. I slide them down my legs and stand up. I can’t wait any longer, this is happening. I hear Zach sigh and I look at him. He’s staring at me with fire in his eyes. He’s unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down. We’re both rushing, clawing at our clothes and ripping them off. I can’t wait for him to take them off. As soon as they’re bunched near his feat I climb back on top of him and grab his cock in my hand. It’s thick and hard, and even the touch of it makes my body shiver with pleasure. I put one hand on his shoulder and stare at him. His dark brown eyes are boring into me and I don’t look away for a moment as I take his cock and slowly start moving it back and forth along my slit. Every time it comes near my opening or my bud it sends a thrill through my entire body. I can feel my body opening up, getting sopping wet and ready for him. I don’t remember the last time I wanted a man this badly. His hands are on me, his fingers sinking into my ass as I move slowly back and forth. The way he’s groaning is driving me wild. I don’t know if it’s the wine or the nervousness or the sheer thrill of being at the office like this with the man I’ve been fantasising about for weeks, but I can feel my orgasm mounting before he’s even done anything to me. Just the way his hands grip me, the way his groans pierce through me, the way his body feels smooth and hard is enough to take me to the edge. I can’t take it anymore. I feel drunk, but not off alcohol. I close my eyes and shift my hips, still grabbing his cock as I position it underneath me. Sinking down onto his cock is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. Inch by inch, he slides inside me like his cock was made to be there. I can feel my body stretching and gripping and contracting as he enters me. I moan, sitting down completely on top of him. I exhale as I sit back. Finally I open my eyes and look down at him. His mouth is open and he’s exhaling, his eyes shining in the dim light as he watches me. He lets out a low groan and I shiver, taking a second to let my body adjust to his size. His fingers sink into my ass a little bit more and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me. Every sensation is heightened. Every touch sends shivers through my whole body. Every heartbeat makes the pleasure course through my veins a little bit more. I take a deep breath and start grinding my hips, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Suddenly it’s a frenzy. I’m grinding and riding and bucking and he’s thrusting into me, grabbing my ass and my neck and my hair as he pushes himself deeper into me. Our bodies are slapping together and our moans fill the room. I feel almost dizzy. It’s intoxicating – the feeling of him inside me. Every time my hips sink down and his cock pushes into me it’s like a bolt of lightening through my core. The pressure inside me is building and building and building until I can feel my orgasm inside me like a ball of heat that’s ready to explode. The instant he slips his hand between us and finds my clit it’s all over. I’m flying through space, eyes closed, body bucking and convulsing in pleasure as he grinds into me more. I’m screaming his name but it’s like the sound of my own voice reaches my ears a second too late. My walls are contracting around his cock as our bodies crush together. I can feel him groaning and moaning, grabbing my hips and pushing himself into me a little bit deeper. His cock gets harder and hotter and all of a sudden I feel him explode. We come together, our bodies completely in sync as we moan and grab onto each other tightly. My heart is pounding and I collapse on top of Zach. His breath is ragged, and his arms fall down by his sides. My walls are still twitching, gripping and releasing his cock inside me with every beat of my heart. His cock is pulsing and all we can do is sit there until our bodies recover. Slowly, I climb off him and sink onto the sofa beside him. His arm is around my shoulder, his fingers lazily trailing over and back across my skin. I lay my head against him and I feel him lay a soft kiss against my hair. “You smell nice,” he breathes. I smile. “So do you,” I respond. I take a deep breath and lay into him a little bit more. I smile to myself as we enjoy a quiet moment. My thoughts are buzzing even though my body is relaxed. This is completely out of character for me. I just had sex at the office with my boss!! Not only that, but were in such a rush that we didn’t use any protection. I sigh, I know the chances of me getting pregnant are pretty much zero. I discovered that right before my last relationship crashed and burned, after months of appointments and treatments and tests. It was heartbreaking, but I’ve accepted it now. I’ll never have kids of my own. I try to quiet my mind down and focus on Zach’s chest and the way his fingers are trailing back and forth on my shoulder. Right now I’m not going to let my thoughts run away with me. All I can do is close my eyes and enjoy Zach’s body wrapped around mine. His breath is slow and his heartbeat is steady and it feels like the most comfortable place I’ve ever been. I sigh gently and settle into him. A couple hours ago I never would have imagined that I’d be half-naked in Zach Lockwood’s office enjoying the afterglow of an intense orgasm. Maybe pulling the tree down wasn’t such a disaster after all. Chapter 8 – Zach
“We should probably go to the Christmas party. They’ll be wondering where we are,” Harper says as her head lies against my shoulder. She makes no move to leave. “Probably, yeah,” I respond, staying completely still. It’s too comfortable here. It feels too good to have my arm wrapped around her and to feel the little shocks course through my veins as my body recovers from my orgasm. Harper shivers and sighs against me, then finally lifts herself off. I watch her bend over and pick up her discarded pants, loving the way her ass curves into her shapely legs. She’s got to be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen. My head still feels light, like I’ve had one too many drinks. I know it’s not the alcohol though, I feel such a rush through my body the second she sank down on top of my cock. Sighing, I bend down and pull my pants back up my legs. Harper shoots me a glance and grins. “That was fun,” she says. I smile. “Yeah.” I pause, unsure how to ask her what I’m thinking of. “Harper, we never used… I didn’t have a condom. I’m clean! It’s just…” Harper’s face tightens and she nods. Her eyes cloud over as if she’s thinking of something painful and then she stands tall and shakes her head. “I won’t get pregnant, if that’s what you’re worried about. I… I don’t usually do that.” She waves her hand towards the couch. She looks almost worried, even though it’s done. I know people say that all the time but I believe her. The way we had sex was far too real, far too instinctual to be some regular one-night stand for her. I hope so, anyway. Was that a one night stand? “Don’t usually do what, sleep with your boss? Pull down a gigantic Christmas tree? Fuck like your life depended on it?” She laughs. “Yeah, something like that. It’s been a long time since…” her voice trails off and she looks down at the ground. She’s wringing her hands, suddenly lost in thought. I take a step towards her and put my arms around her waist, lifting my hand to til her chin up towards me. Her lips are soft when they touch mine, and they open slightly so I can taste her mouth. She shivers in my arms and we stay like that for a minute before pulling apart. “We should go,” I whisper. She nods and pulls away from me, smoothing her shirt down. Our bodies separate and it feels wrong. I want to put my arm around her, grab her hand, inhale her scent, but I can’t. It’s over now, I can feel it. Harper’s body goes a little bit rigid and she puts on the familiar professional air that I’ve seen from her at work. We head out of the office and Harper heads towards the table. There’s still spilled food and drink all around. She grabs her red sweater and pulls it on overhead. She fiddles with the hem and the lights turn back on, flashing on her torso in the shape of a Christmas tree. I laugh. “That thing is ridiculous.” “I know,” she says proudly, spinning and posing for me as she laughs. Suddenly she stops and looks down at her feet. She frowns and I look down to see what she’s staring at. Harper bends
over slowly and gathers a pile of plastic plates on the ground. She’s crouching down, holding them in her hands and staring at them intently. She looks back at me, her eyes betraying a hint of panic. “I picked these up before. I put them on the table in a stack right before we…” She looks between me and the plates, standing up slowly. “I thought I heard someone, or something fall over.” She holds up the plates and then looks back up at me and I can see the worry in her face. I close the distance between us and take the plates gently out of her hands, putting them on the table. “They could have fallen when we were out here,” I say. “We weren’t exactly careful when I had you on the table. Maybe they were on the edge and fell off the table on their own.” She doesn’t look convinced so I continue. “No one was here, Harper. Don’t worry.” She flicks those emerald eyes back up at me and smiles weakly, nodding her chin down once. “You’re right,” she says with a sigh. “I’ve just worked hard to get to where I am I’d hate something like this to ruin it.” She waves her hand dismissively when she says something like this. For some reason it stings, the way she waved it away. As if sleeping with me was a mistake and she’s already trying to forget about it. I push the feeling down. What do I care? Of course this isn’t anything serious! I’ve never wanted anything serious with anyone, ever. If she’s thinking of it as a casual fling then that’s the best thing for the both of us. The worst thing either of us could do is get attached. “Don’t worry Harper, this won’t ruin anything. I should tell you, I’m not looking for anything.. serious.” I tell her. She holds up her hand to stop me. “Zach, please. We’re adults. We wanted to sleep together and we did. I think that we can agree that it stops there, and we can go back to being professionals.” I nod, but I can’t help but feel disappointed at how eagerly she agreed. Why did that sting? It’s what I want! Harper sighs and smiles at me. “That’s settled then. Let’s go downstairs,” she says. “We can see if the bar has any Christmas trees that need to be tipped over.” She grins and nods her head towards the elevators. Her eyes glimmer and I resist the urge to lean over and kiss her. I nod back and the two of us head down to join the rest of the staff. Chapter 9 – Harper
The whole pub cheers when we walk in. My cheeks turn bright red immediately, and I curse my genetics for making me so quick to blush. I lift my arms up and the cheers get louder, and suddenly I’m surrounded by my coworkers who are clapping me on the back and congratulating me. “Best office party entertainment in years, Harper! Well done!” “I wish was filming it!” “You couldn’t have done it better if you’d planned it!” I roll my eyes and laugh, looking beside me to glance at Zach only to realise he’s left my side. I scan the crowd and frown for a moment before seeing him at the bar. He has his back turned to me and is talking to the pretty girl behind the bar. I feel a sting in my chest before Rosie materialises beside me and grabs me by the elbow, pulling me away from the crowd. “What took you so long?” She asks, staring at me intently. “You guys were up there for ages.” There I go blushing again. I shrug. “Just talked and then cleaned up a bit. The office is a mess, we’re going to have to get cleaners in.” Rosie stares at me, narrowing her eyes. “You look different.” I roll my eyes in an exaggerated motion before patting my hair down nervously. “I’ve just done the most embarrassing thing of my life, Rosie. Give me a break!” I laugh. “And maybe get me a drink!!” She grins and nods, raising her hands slowly. “Alright, alright.” “Here,” comes a deep voice behind me. I turn to see Zach, holding two glasses of wine. He hands me one and winks and suddenly I feel silly for being jealous of the barmaid. My head is spinning between the tree and the sex and just the overall thrill of being next to Zach for so long. Rosie is looking at me with her eyebrow raised so I bury my nose in my glass of wine and take a sip. “Thanks,” I say to Zach. He nods his head and looks towards our coworkers. “I’d better go make the rounds. Glad you’re feeling better.” His voice is different. It’s more official now, the way it sounds when we’re at work. I nod and he slips away. “What was that about,” Rosie breathes. I glance at her and she’s looking at me, eyes shining bright as she searches my face. “What happened up there? I’ve never seen him buy a drink for anybody!” “Rosie, stop,” I say. “Can you just give me a break?! It’s been a rough night.” I try to laugh it off but it sounds forced even to me. Her eyebrow shoots up even higher and she smiles slightly. “Rough night, hey?” She says pointedly. I stare at her until she grins. “Fine. But this conversation isn’t over. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re hiding something from me.” I don’t respond. I’d rather deal with the ridicule from my coworkers than Rosie’s piercing stare. She’s known me for years, and she can always tell when I’ve got something on my mind. I steal a glance towards Zach just as he looks up towards me. For a second our eyes meet and then he looks back towards the man he was talking to. My heart is suddenly racing. I don’t know what’s going on! This isn’t like me! I’m not the type to have casual sex, let alone casual sex with my boss at the office Christmas party! The way he looked at me just now sent a thrill straight through my chest. I can feel my heart pounding against my ribcage and suddenly I remember the way it felt to have his hands all over me and his cock buried deep inside me. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, trying to remember the sensation of his body against mine. Rosie clears her throat and my eyelids fly open. She’s staring at me, her eyes searching mine. Suddenly her eyes widen and she takes a step back, her hand flying up to her chest and her jaw dropping to the floor. She takes a step towards me and leans in. “You fucked him,” she whispers forcefully. “You fucked him, didn’t you!” I can’t say anything, I just feel the redness spreading over my cheeks. Rosie’s eyes widen some more and she bursts out laughing. “No!!” I shrug. “No!!! Harper!” “Oops?” I suggest before starting to chuckle. She grabs me by the elbow and guides me towards the corner of the room. “Tell. Me. Everything.” She says into my ear as she leads me away from the crowd. “Everything.” Chapter 10 – Zach
I’m scanning the room for her and I can’t see her. There’s deep disappointment welling up inside me as I realise she’s gone and I hate myself for it. Women don’t have this effect on me! I’m the one who’s in control! I glance back to my employees, a ring of three of them around me all vying for my attention. It’s exhausting. Even Becca, my assistant who usually entertains me with a bit of a flirt seems so boring and vapid now. Her tight top just seems overdone. She’d never pull off a light-up Christmas sweater from the thrift store. Shaking my head, I try to focus on what they’re saying. This isn’t like me. We slept together and that’s it. She left the party without saying goodbye, so that says it all. It’s better this way, anyways. People would talk if they saw us speaking to each other too much. It would just be more Christmas party rumours. Still, I find myself wishing she was here. I keep looking around for her, wanting to see those eyes of hers. It must be lust. That’s the only explanation. She was so wild in bed – ahem – on the sofa and I’m just wanting more. Why else would I be looking for her like this? I’m just reeling from my orgasm is all. Nothing more. “So you took care of Harper up there, hey,” says a man’s voice from behind me. I frown. He has a high-pitched voice and there’s a hint of an edge to it. I turn around slowly and see a short balding man with a big beer belly. His beady black eyes are staring at me and I don’t know if I’m imagining the fury burning in them. He blinks and his face loses all emotion. It’s like he wilfully rearranges his features to hide something. Am I imagining things? I’m just as paranoid as Harper now! “Yes, Harper is feeling better. She was lucky she didn’t get injured when the tree fell,” I respond, keeping my voice steady. The man says nothing, just stares at me with those small black eyes. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he looks like he has a permanent sheen of sweat on his face. He stares at me so long it starts to get unnerving. What did he mean by ‘take care of Harper?’ Finally he speaks again. “You seem to know her pretty well,” he says, his voi
ce flat and emotionless. I frown. He’s staring at me like there’s more to his words than he’s letting on. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?” “Greg,” he says slowly. “Greg Chesney. From accounts.” I nod and give my usual answer when I have no idea who one of my employees is. “Of course.” We stare at each other for a few moments and I’m scrambling to find something to say when without warning, he spins around and weaves his way through the crowd and disappears. “What was that about?” Mitch asks as soon as the man walks away. I take a deep breath and turn towards him. “I’m not sure. It was fucking weird though.” “Fucking nutcase if you ask me. Does he work for us??” “That’s Greg,” says Becca. “He’s a creep. He was totally stalking one of the women at the office last year, I don’t know how he kept his job.” I glance at her and frown. Suddenly my heart is beating a little bit faster. “Stalking?!” She nods her head. “Secret admirer kind of thing. She’d get letters delivered to her house and phone calls with just heavy breathing. I think he showed up at her house a couple times. So creepy.” “Who?” I almost shout. “Who was the woman? Why didn’t I know about this!” My heart starts hammering in my chest and I remember the fear in Harper’s eyes when she heard something outside, and the way she stared at those plastic plates. Was it her?? Did she have a stalker and then had to keep working with him for a year?! Why wouldn’t someone fire the bastard! Suddenly Becca seems uncomfortable. She wrings her hands. “I… I don’t know. It’s confidential, Mr. Lockwood. I’m not even supposed to know about it. HR handled it last year and I never heard the details. You could ask them?” I stare at her for a few seconds, trying to see if she’s telling the truth. Suddenly it looks like her face breaks and she brings her hands up in front of her. “Please don’t tell them I told you! They’ll never forgive me for it. They could make my day a living hell.” I soften my look and shake my head. “Don’t worry, Becca. Nothing is going to happen to you.” The room feels stuffy. I feel like I’m being smothered, like every breath is a struggle. I excuse myself and head for the door. I keep my head down and weave through the crowd in the bar, not pausing to talk to the people who call out my name. They all just want me to notice them, to move up the ladder in any small way they can. I walk outside and the cold winter air hits me like a wall. There’s snow falling lightly and I know it would be a beautiful winter evening if I didn’t feel like I was suffocating. I catch a glimpse of Harper climbing into a cab with her friend Rosie. I watch as they drive away and I feel a punch in the gut. The taillights are bright in the dark night and I stand there until the car drives out of sight. She was serious, when she said it was a one-time thing. She left without saying goodbye. I spin around and start stomping down the street in the other direction. Usually it’s me who leaves the women hanging! How dare she just toss me aside like I’m some piece of meat! I stuff my hands into my pockets and try to walk off the frustration inside me. This isn’t how the night was supposed to end! She was supposed to be mine! The cool winter air fills my lungs and calms me down as I walk away from the bar, away from the office, away from her. After a few minutes I calm down. The anger that flared inside me subsides. I’m not mad, I’m just not used to meeting a woman who’s so in control of herself. She’s right to walk away from me, we need to keep it professional from now on. I need to keep my distance from her and my attraction to her will pass. Hopefully she keeps wearing those ugly sweaters and I can forget what she looks like underneath. Chapter 11 – Harper
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