After Hours

It was 10:18 when she walked in - heels clicking, smiling sharp.

She was wearing a red dress with white polka dots, the dress cut in a way that hugged her hips and clinched just enough at the waist to draw the eye. The hem of the dress stopped just above the knees, giving teasing glimpses of smooth, toned legs everytime she moved. She was wearing matching heels - her steps confident and deliberate. Her long dark hair was hanging loose, a few strands brushing her cheeks. But it was her eyes that hit him hardest, wide, big, alert and with a curiosity as she step in to the office.

"This is Jade", Angela said walking her towards Mark's desk. "Our Transfer from the Johannesburg station.

Mark stood up automatically smoothing his tie." Mark Freeman. Project Manager"

Jade reached out and shook Mark's hand. " Nice to meet you Mr Freeman"

Her voice was was smooth with a hint of a teasing edge.

"Call me Mark" he replied. Almost too quickly. "No need to be so formal" he continued.

She smiled. "Okay.... Mark"

Her grip lingered just a second to long - enough to make him wonder if she felt what he was feeling. A sudden energy, a unspoken possibility.

She moved through the office like she was born for it. Charming her way into conversations, poised and unnerved during presentations, asking questions that showed she is observant and ambitious. She laughed at the right moments. Professional to a fault. But every now and then, Mark would catch a glimpse of her red dress swaying at the edge of his vision, or the curve of her hips and a glimpse of her thigh as the hem of her dress slightly kreeps up as she leaned over a colleague's desk.

His mind wandered more than it should have, more than what he was allowed to.

By 17:10 the office is mostly empty. Mark remained, going through reports, trying and failing to stay focused. He thought he was alone - until he heard the light tap of heels again.

He looked up and there she was, standing in the doorway. Like a framed painting.

"Sorry to interrupt" she said, one hand still on the doorframe. "I was trying to print the project checklist, but the copy room is locked.

He then puts the reports down." I'll get it for you. "

As he passed her in the hallway, he caught the scent of her perfume a moreish blend of soft vanilla bean and a twist of juicy cherry. Her dress brushed against his arm, and his jaw tightened.

They reached the copy room. He unlocked it and held the door open. She stepped inside, then turned around, noticing how close he was, how the room suddenly felt smaller with the two of them in the room.

"Thanks" she said.

"No problem"

But she didn't move.

And neither did he.

There was unspoken and undeniable charge between them.

"Long day?" she asked.

Mark nodded. "longer than usual."

"You have been watching me." She said it more like a statement than asking a question.

Mark is caught offgaurd by this and is immediately flustered, but he chooses not to be around the bush with her even though he has every reason to be and his insticts are telling him to be. But he fights against it and decides to take the risk and be honest towards her.

"You noticed."

"I did." She says, smiling. "Should I be flattered or cautious?" she asks while curving her lips.

Mark steps closer to Jade, not realizing that he did and not having a reason to have done so. "Maybe Both" he replies.

Jade takes a step backwards, but realizes she is standing up against the copy machine. His hand brushing against the side of Jade's waist, his fingers feeling the fabric of her dress. She didn't pull away or ask Mark to stop.

"I should leave." Mark whispers. Waiting on Jade to confirm the same, but she doesn't. Mark finds himself not making a  move to leave either.

Their eyes are locked on each other. Silence fills the room, only broken by the shallow breathing of them both as they stare at each other.

Mark reached back behind him and closes the copy room door and locks it. Not losing sight of Jade's gaze.

Mark leans forward, and kisses her. It was sudden, hot, open and full of hunger and lust. His hands found her waist and slid lower to her hips as he gently pushes her up against the copier. Her dress bunched in his hands, feeling her silky skin rubbing against his hands . Her mouth opens and their kiss deepens, wild, passionately and wet.

She moaned as he pressed harder against her. Her legs parted slightly, welcoming him in. He picks her up and puts her down on the desk next to the copier. Her hands moved with purpose as she is undoing the buttons to his shirt, then tugging on his belt, she whispers in his ear with a warm lustfull breath.

"I know you have been imagining this all day, haven't you?"

Mark could not deny this and groaned "All damn day"

"Then stop imagining it", undoing his belt. " and fuck me"

Mark pulls her dress to her waist, kisses her with purpose between her jaw and collarbone. His stubble brushing against her skin. She moans. He runs his hand up her waist, over her ribs and cups her breast in her bra. Rubbing his thumb over her nipple through the fabric, until he can feel it becoming firm.

Jade takes his head in her hands.. Her breathing hot and heavy, they stare at each other, eyes filled with need and desire. Mark smiled. "Would you like the idea of me tasting you?"

Jade nodded as she looked at him.

Mark kneels down in front of her. Her legs parted, he slowly kisses the inside of her left and then right thigh each kiss getting closer to her soaked panties, the fabric sticking to her skin. Her hand on is head with her fingers having a slight grip of his hair enough to have control of his movements. She was already dripping for him.

He hooked two fingers around the waist band of her panties and slid it down her legs. Then without warning he leaned in and ran his tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate.

"oh... FUCK." she breathed, gripping his hair between her fingers.

He took his time, his lips and tongue working like he has been fantasizing all day. He's mouth locked onto her clit, flicking and licking while two fingers slipped inside her, curling just right. Jade bucked against his face, moaning, head thrown back as her body lit up.

"Fuck you good at that," she panted.

He didn't stop. He kept going until her thighs trembled, until she was grinding shamelessly into his face. Her fingers clutching the edge of the desk.

"Mark... Oh fuck.... I'm going to cum"

Mark does not stop and groans while locked onto her clit, his words vibrating against her dripping folds, " Cum for me". Her body tenses and she grabs his hair and presses her quivering pussy tight against his face as it pushes her over the edge. She looks down at him, breathless.

She watches him lick his lips clean of her juices and wipes his face. He looks up at her and says. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

He pulls down his pants, his cock hard and dripping, he doesn't hesitate. With one deep thrust, he slid inside her and both of them moaned, she was soaked and feeling him fill her just perfectly, reignited the fire with in her.

He started to move, long, deep strokes that left her gasping. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, moaning. Holding him close as he started moving faster. Their bodies crashing against each other. She held onto him biting his shoulder, her nails digging into his back. Maoning his name.

"Harder" she whispered, Mark groans gripping her hips and fucking her harder, faster until the desk shooked beneath them.

The room fills with groans and moans fueled by pleasure as she clenches tight around him and cums again. Mark follows her. "I'm going to cum," Mark was  about to pull out, but Jade pulled him back in. He cums inside her with a loud groan. Twitching as he empties himself.

They stay tangled, Jade still having her legs wrapped around his waist, breathless and flushed, until the lust finally faded.

They look at each other smiling. "So... same time next week?" Mark asks.

Jade laughs, brushing a kiss against his lips," Next week???.... Try tomorrow"