Office Loving

He suspected her interest in him. It was nice to see the flash of interest in her eyes when they spoke. Most times he had a joke, a snarky remark, or a flirty retort for her ears. As co-workers, he treaded carefully not to offend her, nor alert human resources. He skirted his natural self. If she suspected what was in his mind, the craving to satisfy his own lust and hers, he wished to keep her blind to it.

The dirty thoughts he had about her consumed his mind. Was he lewd? Perverted? It’s been grounded in him of unwanted sexual attention at work, which explains why less women think about coitus with a colleague. You’d think daydreams reflected positive ways of handling stress and boredom. He read that over 87 percent of women daydreamed about the sexual act, and 79 percent thought of staying late to do the deed. However, it doesn’t mean they’ll actually act on it, but office sex has definitely crossed their mind. But what is actually holding them back from acting on it?

The number one reason is because they’re already in a relationship, second being the fear of the possible consequences with HR, and the third being the fear of being publicly shamed. Legal and police are also consequences.

She was cute, funny, intelligent and professional. Never crossed the line, though he wished if she would. He sensed the air was charged by the thrill. He didn’t mistake her intention, because her eyes strayed past his face often enough. He truly enjoyed speaking with her. The way her voice lilted in such a feminine way when she spoke was alluring. Her lips were so tempting, and he had to not act like a horny teenager.

He was a touchy man. He made sure she knew how nice and kind he was to her, how attentive he was to her needs when he was around, helping her with various tasks around the office. She talked about how gentle his touch was when his hand was on her arm or shoulder during a conversation.

Knowing her relationship status kept them platonic. She remained loyal to her situation, until they had coincidentally taken the stairwell down after a long, stressful day of work. Surprisingly, she mentioned how she had a yearning to see someone have fun and enjoy themselves intimately. She sounded so frustrated. She said circumstances really weighed heavy on her mind.

She sighed as they stopped at a landing. “Okay. It’s one thing to be a little flirty over the phone. Peeking over social media. And to be together and flirty with someone you can’t have...”

He locked eyes with her. As he brushed a lock of her long bangs from her eye, “Are you absolutely sure I’m flirting with someone I can’t have?”

“This is not a game for me.” She inhaled sharply. “This is real life, you know. I’m in a relationship. I can’t do this.”

“It fell apart three years ago. I’m not saying it’s over, but a lover would be a fool to let you lose your flame. To let his passion be a wild flame to set your soul on fire. On sporadic mornings or late nights, you should be disheveled. When you shower or walk through your kitchen, a woman of your gorgeous might must be irresistible to touch. To be with. Lazy days doing nothing but in your comfy clothes.”

“Stop. You’re telling me the things I want to hear, not what I need to know.”

He stood near the frosted window when a broad shaft of moonlight painted him. Gold flecks of illumination caught her breath. She had a flash of herself wearing nothing but a loose wrap of diaphanous silk as she watched this masculine body speak to her through living gold. Glittering with his casual smile.

“When my words match your mind, it’s the truth matching reality.” His hand cupped her elbow. His warmth sent shivers down her core. “You know I’m right. Look. It’s growing late, but your heart doesn’t beat fast with anticipation for your lover to kidnap you from a long day. I’m shocked. You are a woman to focus on. A goddess in your own right.”

“I can’t. Please don’t make me...”

“Make you? No man can make you do anything. You have a choice.” She felt his thumb lightly rub the hollow on her elbow. She forgot they were in the building stairwell as she joined him in the light. Her hand trembled in sexual expectation as it touched his chest.

“This...” she felt a lightning bolt of heat pulse with her heartbeat. Her mouth parted in astonishment with this swelling amount of emotions and illicit thoughts.

She removed her hand and gazed at her palm before catching his eyes. She suddenly realized he wasn’t speaking. She mesmerized him. A shiver of lust danced along her spine. Her thighs flushed with warmth as her cheeks blushed.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then leaned in to softly peck her lips with his own. In a whisper, he commanded her, “Take me.”

Her breath grew short. Her mind emptied of a million stars. In the looming darkness, the moon danced a salsa. She suddenly knew her bra felt constricting. Suddenly aware, her fingers brushed his cheeks, slow and tentative. “I don’t trust myself...” Her voice was husky and yearning.

His hands found her flesh, possessing it as he eased her to the wall and entered her. She gasped in pleasure and pain, loving them both. She shuddered and groaned, crying out in rapture, losing herself deep in the animal passion of the illicit moment as she rode him like a caged beast, finally freed. Their bare skin swept warmth coursing through them. His fingers cupped her ass cheeks, stroking her with her weight easily held with his strength. She felt herself dissolving in wetness. His tongue found her mouth and made her body forget whose breath she breathed. Swirling as they stroked up and down. She felt herself driving too damn fast to the brink. He gained control of her sex. She felt his thickness filling her. His length gliding in her inner moist walls.

The echo from their lovemaking softly reverberated off the steel steps and concrete walls.