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Their lips crashed together, urgent and demanding.
Ericka moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in Amanda's blazer as she pulled her closer.
The desk behind them was forgotten, the world outside the locked office a distant hum.
All that mattered was the heat of their bodies pressed together, the taste of each other's mouths.
Amanda's hands slid down Ericka's sides to grip her ass, kneading the firm flesh through her tailored pants. Ericka ground her hips against Amanda's, rocking her budding need against the thick bulge in her lover's pants.
"Need you," Ericka gasped, breaking the kiss to nuzzle her face into the crook of Amanda's neck. Her tongue darted out to taste the salt on Amanda's skin. "Right now."
Amanda pulled back just enough to yank Ericka's blouse open, buttons flying. Ericka's bra was a scrap of lace that offered little protection from Amanda's eager mouth. Her nipples pebbled instantly under the hot breath and sucking kiss.
"You're so beautiful," Ericka breathed, reaching up to cup Amanda's breast. She teased the nipple through the thin material of Amanda's shirt before tugging it free and wrapping her fingers around the sensitive bud.
Amanda gasped, arching into Ericka's touch as her own hands found the zipper of Ericka's pants. She eased it down slowly, revealing the tantalizing curve of Ericka's hips and the trimmed thatch of her pussy.
"Need you," Ericka panted, shoving Amanda's shirt up and tossing it aside. She palmed Amanda's bare breasts, rolling the hardened nipples between her fingers as she ground her hips against Amanda's thigh.
Amanda growled low in her throat, her own arousal leaking through her pants. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Ericka's pants and underwear and yanked them down in one swift motion.
Ericka stepped out of the garments, kicking them aside as she reached for Amanda's belt. She unbuckled it with an impatient jerk, then popped the button and slid the zipper down.
"Desk," Ericka commanded, her eyes blazing with lust. "Now."
Amanda obliged, sweeping her arm across the desk to clear it of papers and pens. Then she turned and gripped Ericka's hips, lifting her effortlessly and setting her on the polished wood.
Ericka wrapped her legs around Amanda's waist, pulling her close as she reached for the bulge in Amanda's pants. She worked Amanda's fly open, freeing the thick length of her cock.
"God, I need this," Ericka panted, stroking Amanda's shaft with a firm grip.
Amanda's head dropped forward, a low groan escaping her lips as Ericka's hand worked her aching erection. She notched the head of her cock against Ericka's soaked entrance, then thrust forward in one smooth stroke.
Ericka cried out, her back arching off the desk as Amanda filled her in one deep push. Amanda paused for a moment, savoring the tight heat of Ericka's pussy, before pulling back and driving in again.
The rhythm was brutal, primal, as Amanda pistoned into Ericka's clenching depths. Ericka met each thrust with a buck of her hips, her nails raking down Amanda's back as she chased her climax.
"Harder," Ericka demanded, her voice a ragged cry. "Fuck me harder, Amanda!"
Amanda obliged, slamming into Ericka with a ferocity that shook the desk. The lewd slap of skin on skin filled the air, mingling with Ericka's high-pitched moans and Amanda's guttural grunts.
"Coming," Ericka warned, her voice husky with need.
And then Ericka was coming, her pussy convulsing around Amanda's cock as she screamed Amanda's name. The sensation pushed Amanda over the edge, her own climax slamming into her with the force of a freight train.
She buried her face in the crook of Ericka's neck, her hips jerking as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Ericka's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both trembled on the brink of collapse.
Finally, Amanda lifted her head, a satisfied smile curving her lips. She brushed a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Ericka's forehead, kissing her softly.
"I love you," she murmured.
Ericka smiled back, her eyes filled with a tender affection that belied the fierce passion of mere moments before. "I love you too," she whispered. "Always and forever."
Amanda slowly pulled out of Ericka, both of them still catching their breath, their bodies trembling from the force of what just happened.
The office was filled with the scent of heat, the sound of their soft panting, and the quiet hum of the building AC trying desperately to return things to normal.
Amanda pressed one last kiss to Ericka's jaw, smiling against her skin.
"Sorry about your shift," Amanda whispered, teasing.
Ericka huffed a breathless laugh, her fingers brushing through Amanda's hair. "You're insane."
"You like me insane," Amanda smirked.
Ericka rolled her eyes — but she didn't deny it.
She gently pushed on Amanda's chest until Amanda stepped back. Ericka slid off the desk, her legs wobbly for half a step before she steadied herself, smoothing her hair back.
"Hold on," she muttered, heading for the tall cabinet beside the bookshelf.
Amanda raised a brow. "What are you doing?"
Ericka opened the cabinet.
Inside was... a neatly organized stash of extra clothing: blouses, skirts, stockings, emergency flats, makeup, wipes, spare hair ties, deodorant — even a small steamer.
Amanda blinked. "You keep a whole backup wardrobe in your office?"
Ericka looked over her shoulder with a dead-serious expression. "I'm a CEO. And I have a wife who gets handsy at work."
Amanda burst into laughter. "You're unbelievable."
Ericka grabbed a fresh pair of silk underwear and a soft blouse, tossing them onto the chair. Then she retrieved a small container of wipes from a drawer and handed them to Amanda with a smirk.
"Fix yourself," Ericka said, amusement glinting in her eyes. "Before you walk out there and everyone knows exactly what we did."
Amanda looked down at herself.
Yeah... she definitely needed a minute.
"Fair point," Amanda muttered, taking the wipes and heading toward the mirror.
Ericka smirked as she stepped out of her ruined blouse and slipped into the fresh one, buttoning it neatly like nothing had happened.
"You know," Amanda said as she worked on herself, "the team already thinks something was going on. If I walk out there looking like this, they'll... confirm their suspicions."
Ericka slipped into her fresh underwear, then stepped into her heels again, posture flawlessly regal once more.
"That's exactly why," Ericka replied, "you're going to fix your hair, tuck your shirt back in, and put on your 'I was doing spreadsheets' face."
Amanda snorted. "I don't think I have that face."
Ericka approached, fingers sweeping Amanda's collar straight. Her voice softened, eyes warming. "You have a very professional face. Use it."
Amanda leaned in, kissing the corner of Ericka's mouth lightly. "You're dangerous, Mrs. Mathews."
Ericka smirked. "Only with you."
Amanda finished tucking her shirt back into her slacks, smoothing it down until she looked reasonably "professional."
"You look decent enough," Ericka teased.
Amanda walked past her and nudged her hip. "Decent enough? I'm offended."
Ericka laughed quietly — still breathless from their earlier intensity — and brushed Amanda's cheek.
"You look beautiful," she corrected softly. "Always."
Amanda froze for half a second, struck by how tender Ericka could be right after being so wild.
Ericka watched her from the desk, her fresh blouse buttoned perfectly, her new lipstick smooth and flawless — the picture of a CEO who had absolutely not just been folded over her own desk ten minutes ago.
Amanda grabbed her tablet and straightened her blazer. "Okay," she said softly. "I'm going back out there."
Ericka nodded, sitting gracefully on the edge of her desk. "I'll stay in here for a few minutes. My face needs to stop looking... like yours makes me feel."
Amanda smirked. "Flustered?"
Ericka hummed. "Destroyed."
Amanda leaned down, kissed her forehead gently. "I'll see you in a bit, Mrs. Mathews."
Ericka's eyes softened. "Go on before I drag you back inside."
Amanda practically speed-walked out of the office to prevent that exact thing.
She closed the door behind her.
Took a breath.
She sat down.
And immediately — immediately — her group chat detonated.
Leah: soooOOOo
Ms. Parker returns to her desk... looking VERY... refreshed ????
Carter: REFRESHED LMFAOOOOO
girl your SHIRT is WRINKLED
Jamie: no because... you were in there checking on her for what... 10 minutes??
Maria: mhmm and NOW you're smiling like someone whispered a secret in your ear ??
Amanda: I literally went to check on her. That's it. Relax.
Carter: cap. that's cap. ALL THE CAP.
Leah: Amandaaa... honey... you walked out looking like you had a GOOD TIME
Jamie: Your HAIR. Your BUTTONS. Your LIPS???
Amanda: what about my lips???
Maria: they're SWOLLEN
like you been kissing somebody swollen ??????
Amanda: I hate all of you.
Carter: sure you do
just like you "just checked on her" ??????
Leah: we know EXACTLY what happened
the office went QUIET
you were gone
she came back looking stressed then fine
you came back looking...
like THAT ??
Jamie: be honest...
did y'all even TALK??
or was it just—
Amanda: Jamie, finish that sentence and I will block you.
Maria: BLOCK US??
babes... you can't block destiny ??????
Carter: also... the BLAZER TUCK???
you literally tucked your shirt back in crooked
Leah: Not crooked—it's giving "fast hands, no patience"
Amanda: STOP.
Jamie: holds up clipboard
Ma'am... all the evidence says: y'all got BUSY
Amanda: I hate this group chat
Maria: you LOVE us
almost as much as you love—
Amanda: MARIA.
Carter: okay okay we'll behave
but also—when's the wedding? ??
Leah: SHUT UP CARTER—
Carter: WHAT??? I'M JUST ASKING A QUESTION
Amanda: Everybody get to work before I actually report you.
Jamie: okay okay fine
but just know
WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID ??????
Amanda set her phone face-down on her desk, cheeks burning as the group chat continued to explode with notifications.
She adjusted her shirt for the third time — tugging, smoothing, buttoning, re-buttoning — but it was hopeless. Every time she caught her reflection in her computer screen, her blouse still looked slightly crooked, her hair still too tousled, her lips still too kiss-swollen.
She groaned softly and buried her face in her hands.
And then — buzz.
Her phone vibrated against the desk.
Amanda flipped it over, expecting more clown emojis from the group.
But no.
It was Ericka.
Ericka: You okay out there, sweetheart?
Amanda bit her lip, her pulse doing a stupid little sprint.
She typed back quickly.
Amanda: Trying to be.
The group chat is clowning me.
Three dots appeared instantly.
Ericka: About what?
Amanda swallowed a laugh.
Amanda: ...My shirt. My hair. My "lips."
Another pause — then:
Ericka: Tell them I said to mind their business.
A wife should be allowed to kiss her wife at work.
Amanda covered her mouth, trying to hide her grin.
Amanda: You're not helping.
Ericka: I wasn't trying to.
Amanda felt heat crawl up her neck.
Ericka: Also... did I wrinkle your shirt?
Amanda's fingers stuttered over the screen.
Amanda: ...Maybe.
Ericka: Come in here during lunch. I'll fix it.
Amanda blinked, a laugh slipping out. She typed fast:
Amanda: Fix it or wrinkle it again?
A long pause.
Then Ericka sent:
Ericka: Depends on how well you behave until then.
Amanda's breath caught.
Before she could respond, another text came through:
Ericka: And drink some water. You're flushed.
Amanda shook her head, flustered and warm all over.
She finally put her phone down...
Only for the group chat to light up again.
Carter: AMANDA WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT
Maria: who texting uuuuu?? ??
Leah: oh we KNOW who texting her ??????
Amanda slammed her hand on her desk.
"STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME AND GET TO WORK!"
Laughter echoed from the bullpen.