The door opened, and I glanced up to see Nick. When I noticed his hands were empty, I pouted my lips in pure disappointment.
He began to chuckle, shaking his head as he closed the door. "You have an addiction."
"To you and coffee. I've accepted my fate," I confirmed.
He chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm glad I can appear in your addictive tendencies but at least I'm healthy and coffee isn't, especially after your third cup," he looked at me accusingly.
"Did you know there's a person somewhere out there who drinks ten cups a day? I checked Google. I'm nowhere near the limit, and last time I checked, there was none," I added.
"There wasn't one because the last person who tried to figure out what the limit of how many cups of coffee can you a day, died trying," he countered.
"They were a fool. I would have calculated it first."
"Science and real-life circumstances are different."
"Without science, we wouldn't be able to discover what limits us humans possess," I argued. "And if this your way to not get me coffee, it's not working."
He smirked, locking my office door before walking over to my desk.
"Didn't we agree that you'd lock your door when you're working?"
"I just sat down and was getting my glasses," I waved the clear crystal spectacles, and closed the top draw, hearing the lock re-activate. Sliding them on, I flicked my long black hair and leaned back into my white chair.
"See. Now I'm ready to start," I winked. "And between you and me, I figured you'd be coming here. With coffee," I emphasized the word coffee.
"What am I going to do with you?" the way his eyes raked my body as he bit his bottom lip made me grin seductively in return.
"I'm not sure," I whispered, uncrossing my legs and rising up to face him. Crossing my arms under my breasts, I noticed how his eyes lowered to my cleavage that gave him a good glimpse with the white short-sleeved dress shirt I wore to match my black skirt.
"I should be getting back to work. These cases won't solve themselves."
"They can be put on hold," Nick whispered, his taunting yet the alluring voice was making all the right places tingle in excitement.
"I'm not sure," I tapped my pink lips with my finger, walking past him in a provocative manner. Every step I took was with confidence as I moved to stand in front of my desk and lean against it, my back facing him.
"If this was a very professional office, I'd have to ask you to leave, but I know this very room is soundproof and I made sure the blinds were locked in place for work reasons." I glanced over my shoulder with a wide grin, noticing the twinkle in Nick's eye as his hands were working on loosening his belt.
"Really?" He of all people knew what extra measures we'd invested in this and all the other offices I facilitated for my secret investigation work.
Each office always had the latest technology that was hack proofed with soundproof walls, locked by code blinds, finger locked desks, and finally, retina scan for both the file cabinet and the hidden safe that was behind the file cabinet.
He walked over to stand in front of me, purposely pressing his body against mine and his hands sliding up the sides of my body.
"Then that means we can do anything we want without being disturbed," he concluded.
"We could," I whispered, noticing how he inched closer to my face, his lips barely touching mine. I could smell the gentle aroma of his masculine cologne, tempting me to take a deep inhale which I ended up doing.
I could hear the low rumble in his throat, and he slowly moved a chunk of my hair away from my neck, seconds before placing his lips delicately against my skin.
A soft gasp left me before I smiled. "Nick,"
"Mhmm," he grinned against my neck, sucking it slowly while his hand moved back down the side of my figure until he graced my bare thigh.
"What are you doing?"
"Enjoying some morning dessert," His husky reply sent tingles through me, while his hand slipped beneath my dress and began to inch it up higher and higher.
"I can't even get morning coffee but you get to have morning sex?" I questioned, watching him move his head from my neck to give me a pleasurable smile.
"We," he emphasized.
I arched my eyebrow at him, and he plopped a kiss on my lips. "I'll let you drink an iced coffee at lunch if you let me enjoy you right here and now." He smiled mischievously.
"Hmm. Blackmail. Tempting," I teased.
"Sex benefits both of us."
"I never said you were wrong."
"Then?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Do I still get my morning coffee after?"
"I'll get you an extra-large and even add a fourth creamer," he winked.
"Sold," I giggled. "You do know how to win me ov—mhm!" His lips claimed mine, as he pressed my body against his in urgency.
My pussy throbbed, the ache growing strong with every slight press of his groin against me. He slid my dress up until it was at my waist, exposing my black lace thong.
It was easy to lower slip it down my legs while I watched him, his gaze never leaving mine. When he rose back up, I hooked my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply before slipping my tongue into his mouth while pressing my breasts against his chest.
His hands possessively moved to my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks before he lifted me up and sat me on my desk.
I spread my legs out and moaned when he broke the kiss and returned to leaving hickeys on my neck.
His hand slipped between my legs, teasing my wet pussy with his fingers before sliding a finger in. I gasped, and my moan that followed as muffled by his lips as he kissed me feverishly.
"It really turns me on when you’re wet for me," he admitted breathlessly. "So hot."
"Shouldn't that mean you should stop teasing me and start fucking me instead?" I was usually patient, or better yet, the one who teased him, but today wasn't going to be one of those days.
"I don't know," he admitted, plunging a second finger into my drenched pussy. "I'm enjoying your impatience this morning, Nia."
I pouted my lips but arched my back when he slid both his fingers out and buried them deep inside ones more.
He went at the perfectly slow pace, and though I hated his attempt to stall, I was enjoying the fact that my pussy was being satisfied.
"You're enjoying this," he mumbled and kiss me.
"You just know what buttons to—ah," I moaned when he suddenly picked up the pace. I groaned when he suddenly pulled his fingers out, rewarding him with a glare out of pure frustration.
Not like it even phased him as he knelt down and replaced those fingers with his tongue, licking my clit and slipping his tongue between my folds. He kept doing that exact pattern, teasing me with his tongue and moving back to those two fingers that worked me up.
"Nick," The low growl was a clear warning that I'd reached my patience, but he chuckled and quickly rose up, unzipping his dress pants and getting his cock out in seconds.
It was long, thick, and erect, but I only had a few seconds to admire his rod before he inched it between my legs and slid himself right in.
"Oh god," I moaned, letting my head fall back as he filled every inch of me.
"Tight and ready for me," His comment excited me, feeling my pussy clench around his. We didn't always have time for sex, so moments like these were everything we could ask for in our relationship.
Not to forget how hot it was to fuck in my office. Or anywhere in the public domain.
He pushed into me repeatedly and I held onto the desk to keep myself steady. His hands gripped my hips as he fucked me hard and fast, making this all worth wild as I moaned and panted breathlessly.
"Shit, Nick," I whimpered, before kissing him firmly on the lips. I was so close to my climax, only a few hard fucks away.
He pounded into me until I hit my climax. I broke our kiss and moaned, my body shuddering as I rode the waves of my orgasm. He paused in his movements to give me a moment to
breathe and calm down, but he kept occupied by kissing my neck and lowering down to my chest.
"Don't you go leaving a hickey there," I panted.
"Mhm," he replied, which only told me he so would leave a hickey there. I rolled my eyes but didn't pester him, knowing it would be pointless to get my way with his cock still inside me.
"I wanna go again," I whispered in his ear, wanting him to cum as well.
"You sure. I'll be rougher," he warned.
"I love rough," I purred, already getting hot from his warning.
"Don't complain later."
"As long keep your word with my coffee," I reminded, earning me a grin from him, followed by a sensational kiss.
He began to move, but it was slow at first, allowing me the chance to wrap my legs around his waist and make it impossible for him to pull out too far. He smirked against my lips, but I could feel how his cock expanded slightly and his thrust grew faster.
He had me locked in a kiss when his hands slipped to under my ass and he picked me up with ease. I tightened my hold around his neck, but not too tight to bother him.
"Nick," I whispered. "Fuck me harder."
"Beg baby," he whispered, still managing his slow pace that was really getting to me. I grit my teeth and gave him a look of defiance, but it only made his grin grow wider. "I want to hear you beg for this cock, Nia."
"Please Nicholas Simmons, my apparent fiancé slash husband at work. Fuck me," I growled. "Or I'll hide your comic book collections."
He rolled his eyes. "Your threats don't scare me," he muttered, but it didn't hold enough strength. "Always trying to hide my collection."
"You are sca-EEP!" he laid me right on my desk, my back on the pile of files I was supposedly going to work on and gripped my hips so I couldn't run away.
"Scared of you being evil? Yes, but if I perform well, you'll forget this even happened."
That was all he said before he began to pound into me, the sound of his balls smacking my ass seemed to echo around us. I moaned and whimpered, enjoying every bit of this rough sex.
My pussy walls clenched around his massive cock, while my breasts bounced up and down from the rapid thrusts that shifted my body all over the desk.
"Nick. Nick. Yes! Oh yes, right there,"
He was hitting the best spot, every thrust accounted for as my pleasure began to build up.
"God, Nia," he grunted, which told me he was coming close to his own climax, everything seemingly tighter and only adding to the pleasure that was about to erupt between the both of us.
"Nick. I'm close...I'm going to cum," I breathed, unsure I could even hold back. He only pounded into me harder, the ruthlessly thrusts, our combined moans, and pulsing arousal between us was enough to throw me over the edge and into a fierce orgasm.
"Nick!" I screamed, my body growing rigid as I came. He moaned a few more times, still thrusting into me until his release followed.
"Nia," he groaned, his warm cum filling me up. I began to catch my breath while Nick placed his hands on the desk to keep himself up.
"Office sex is fun but man. This felt like a workout," he breathed.
"That just tells me you've been eating those cinnamon donuts and not going to the gym to increase your apparent stamina," I teased, laughing when I noticed his pouting look. "Aww. Did I hurt your feelings?"
I sat up, shivering at the slight movement of his cock that was still inside me. He slipped his arms around my waist and allowed me to kiss him nice and slow.
"Those donuts are good though," he mumbled against my lips.
"But...?" I pressed. He groaned. "Ya. Alright. No sugar if I want to beat my last running score."
"I'll sacrifice one cup of coffee out of my daily four for you," I winked.
"You're supposed to have only three," he growled.
"Hmm. Ya, but four is even," I argued. "Can't be getting odd numbers. It's bad luck."
"Says who? Google?"
"Google does mention it," I giggled, tugging his bottom lip. He groaned, and kissed me intently, his cock twitched inside me.
"Hey. Don't get horny now when I'm supposed to be working. We can't have another round," I said in my most stern voice.
"Lunchtime," he countered.
"No."
"Dinner?"
I rolled my eyes. "After we watch the latest episode of Lucifer," I teased.
"You're in love with bad guys.” Now it was his turn to roll his eyes.
"The actor who plays Lucifer is hot as fuck," I claimed.
"I feel insulted that you're comparing me to an actor who you have no clue what his name is, while my cock is in your pussy."
"I don't need to know his name. I'm focused solely on his abs. Thankfully, for you," I glided my hands on his six-pack, "You still have your abs after you went on that hardcore keto diet because someone was gaining weight from those donuts."
"If it wasn't for this career we're in, I'd rock a Dad bod with pride."
"You can't say that when you're not a dad yet."
He smirked and kissed me. "That wouldn't be a problem. I can make that into a reality."
"You know it takes two to create a baby."
"Yes, but my boy down there enjoying your tightness wouldn't struggle too much," he winked.
I rolled my eyes. "Remind me to stay on birth control forever until you beg."
"What? You so wouldn't do that to me," he pleaded.
"Maybe," I shrugged. "Depends on whether I get my dose of coffee for the morning."
He sighed, and slowly took his cock out. I leaned back to open the other drawer that didn't require a lock. "Tissue or your choice of scented or unscented wipes?"
"Are the scented ones rose or vanilla?"
"Vanilla."
"Those ones please,"
I grabbed them and sat back up. He reached out to open them, offering me one and taking one for himself.
"Are these even safe for our private parts?" Nick asked.
"From the guy who wants to be a dad." I shook my head. "How else do you expect to clean our baby's butt? A towel?"
"We could," he argued as a wide smile lit his face. "And you said ours,"
"Ugh. Go get me coffee like you promised!" I shooed him away, sliding off the desk to find my thong that ended up being a few steps away.
"You love me," he sang, tightening his belt and moving to the standing mirror to ensure he looked appropriate and not as though he'd just had sex.
"Be lucky I do," I huffed, cleaning up before I slipped my panties on. Throwing the wipe out and sanitizing my hands, I waited to make sure Nick looked charming as usual before unlocking the door and gesturing him out.
"Remember the extra cream," I reminded him.
"I'll make sure they had a hazelnut shot to make you happier."
"Aww. How sweet," I purred.
He kissed me one last time. "I'll be back. I'll try not to disturb you when I return."
"I'll keep the door unlocked," I assured him.
With a wink from him, he headed out, and I closed the door.
"God...I'm in love with this man," Shaking my head, I walked over to the desk and began to reorganize the mess our loving making had created.
Slipping my glasses off my face, I unlocked the drawer to pull it out, placing the pair back in its place until I could get back into focus.
Noticing the amulet once more, I picked it up and stared at it. With an intuitive thought, I walked over to the standing mirror, I rested the amulet on my chest, peering at how it looked on my neck.
For the fun of it all, I finished putting it on, lowering my hands to stare at its stunning beauty. It was vintage and yet had a beautiful, elegant look to it.
Oddly enough, it made me feel powerful and complete. A smile formed on my lips and I looked down at the amulet resting against my chest. Picking it up with my left hand, I stared at the design and whispered.
"You've changed my life and helped me see the good in this world instead of the evil I was becoming
desensitized, too. Whoever you belong to, let me be able to meet her again when she needs me."
Pressing my lips lightly to the surface, I grinned and took a long stare at it, before lifting my eyes to the mirror – only to see the very woman from two years ago staring back at me.
I froze in place as my eyes grew wide, unsure if this was real or an illusion.
"It's time," she whispered.
"T-Time? Time for what?"
"It is time to listen carefully, warrior, for the hunt is approaching. Listen closely for the threat is not from what you see. But what you hear,"
"What you hear? What does that mean? How do you hear a threat?"
"Hear No Evil," she chanted like it was a true saying. "My child, do not question. Listen," the single word was like a whisper that echoed and echoed on.
Closing my eyes, and letting go of my flood questions, I took a deep breath, centered my energy, and listened.
The war between good and evil is about to begin. My warriors, come, for it is time for the Wild Hunt to begin.
See. No. Evil
The End
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YUMOYORI WILSON
Yumoyori Wilson is a full-time author who has a slight addiction to bubble tea.
She previously was a Pediatric Registered Nurse, working her night shifts away and reading her Kindle during her breaks. She decided to take the chance at becoming an author and is now working on multiple projects in various genres, including Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and more.
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