40. A Surprise Visit #2
Maria captures my mouth in hers, and I can taste the remains of the red velvet on her tongue.
The kiss is electric, surging through my entire body.
My fingers curl around the desk to steady myself as she continues to press herself against me.
Our privates are flush against each other, and I can feel every panting breath in her chest against mine.
Everything outside of these few feet fades away as I allow myself to drown in her.
Take me.
We explore each other’s mouths as her hands take to my body, her pull on the tie growing tighter around my neck. She leaves me with no room for escape. Which is fine with me because I never want to leave.
She eventually plants a soft hand against my stomach and pushes me back, guiding me onto my desk.
I mourn the loss of her lips against mine, but the bereavement is short-lived when I feel her hands tugging my belt loose.
I shudder under her touch when her fingers grace the skin of my lower stomach as she tugs down the band of my underwear.
Never breaking her gaze with me, she traces her tongue in circles around the throbbing head of my shaft.
A smile tugs on the corners of her lips when I gasp for air, and she dares to take in a few inches of me to tease me even further.
I shift back so that I can spread my thighs for her, only to knock over the coffee I’d forgotten about.
“Shit!”
Brown liquid spills everywhere, soaking into the papers strewn across my desk and cascading over the edge to the carpet.
I bolt upright to try and save some of my work, but my predicament drags me to my failure.
My pants catch around my knees and send me tumbling to the floor, almost cracking my head on the corner of the table.
“Goddammit...” How fucking embarrassing.
“I’ve got it.” Maria fails to hide her amusement as she pulls a fistful of napkins out of her purse and starts wiping up some of the mess.
I scramble up to my feet and grab whatever papers I can before the coffee soaks into more of them.
A few are soaked completely through, stained brown; others aren’t so bad.
“I promise, this doesn’t always happen,” I jest, hoping to make light of the situation to hide my embarrassment. I spread the papers out on the long cabinet against the back wall so that the sun can hopefully dry them out. I drop into my office chair and pinch the bridge of my nose.
Smooth, Stan. So smooth.
Maria does a good job of cleaning up my desk and dumping the soaked napkins into the nearby garbage, though I can tell that some of that mischievous spark has disappeared from her eye.
She continues to approach, and my heart begins racing in my chest again. I’ve screwed this up so terribly. Why would she ever...?
Imagine my surprise when she lowers herself to her knees before me and picks up right where she left off. My nails dig into the leather of my seat as she tugs down the edges of my pants so that there’s more of me to play with.
“I...”
“Hm...?” She peers up at me under those thick lashes, her tongue tracing every vein along my length. Her gaze ignites a fire within me that makes it difficult to let this draw out for as long as possible.
But I want to see what she can do. I want to see how she wants to pleasure. I want to see her in control of the situation.
With a swift motion, she takes all of me down her throat, and I let out a breathy exhale that barely smothers the moan rumbling in my chest. Her head bobs on my girth as she tucks some hair behind her ear, her free hand working the rest of my shaft that her mouth can’t reach.
“Maria...”
That seems to inspire her to go faster, her tongue lubricating every inch of me. I try not to think about where I could ravish her—on the desk, on my chair, against the printer—but I tell myself to let go and enjoy the moment for what it is.
With a powerful thrust, I feel my tip ram against her uvula, and she chokes down around me. Her brows knit together for a second in annoyance; she wasn’t prepared for that. I mouth a silent “sorry” and refrain from doing so again.
“Is something the matter, Doctor Baker?”
My secretary throws the door open, and time instantly freezes. Maria doesn’t dare to make a sound, and I place my hands on the desk, wondering how the fuck I’m going to get out of this situation.
“I spilled some coffee, that’s all. I’ve got it all cleaned up, thanks.” I hope she doesn’t hear the lust in my voice.
“Oh, okay. Do you want me to send the cleaning lady in to take care of it before it stains the carpet?”
“No, no, that will be okay.” I give her a dismissive shake of my head, trying to play it off like everything is okay and that I’m not halfway down my lover’s throat while she hides under my desk.
Before she leaves, she leans in and sniffs the air.
“What’s that smell?”
“Uh... what do you mean?”
“Is that... vanilla?”
Oh, she means the coffee. Thank fuck.
“Yeah, I ordered a vanilla coffee. A special treat, you know? But my clumsiness got the better of me. Maybe I’ll grab one on the way home.”
Leave already, woman.
“From that place down the street?”
“Yes, I think so.” I glance down at Maria, who’s trying her best not to chuckle at our predicament. To tease me further, she starts kissing the tip of my penis, hoping that I’ll give myself away.
“Hm, I’ll have to try it the next time I’m going that way.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard it’s great, so I need to take care of some paperwork if you don’t mind, please?”
She gives me a strange look but eventually shuts the door, allowing me to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
“I thought you locked the door!” I hiss under my breath. “We could’ve gotten in trouble just now.”