by Tania Cooper
A few minutes later Lane brushes her arm in a very deliberate way while praising her idea. She pretends she didn’t feel it, but when he does it again less than two minutes later she can’t help the obvious shiver that takes over her body. Lane stares into her eyes for a little too long, waiting for something, but Alexis diverts her eyes back to the work in front of them, ignoring his stare that seems to be drilling heat into her core.
“Okay Eight. The first time I thought it must have been an accident, but that second, tender brush over her arm was so obviously deliberate. What is your boy playing at?”
“I’m still trying to figure that out, baby. He knows they have to wait, but sometimes the need to touch her is so great, he just has to, but he is trying to hold back and I promise I’m not encouraging this at all. As much as I want to get near you, I know it’s best that they wait. Let’s just hope all this restraint doesn’t screw up their project after all.”
The little bumps and little touches continue until Alexis’s nerves are wound so tightly she feels as if she will scream. She starts packing things up, mumbling that she needs to get back to her computer to complete some research she was working on this morning, and practically sprints from the room, leaving Lane trailing silently behind her.
Looks like it will be another long night catching up on work again. As long as she’s not too tired for ice cream and a roll in the hay with BOB, I’m okay with it. After being around Eight every day and not being able to get as close as I would like, BOB has been my only sanity. If he breaks, I may just die.
Thursday:
They spend the morning ignoring each other, which is a good thing, because the tension in this office is laying thick in the air today. Quick questions are the only thing that’s breaking the silence, apart from Eight and I talking up a storm.
“It’s too quiet in here. I’m bored. Entertain me Eight, tell me stories of conquests from the past.”
“Umm, bringing up the past doesn’t always have a happy ending, baby.”
“Just tell me some of the funny moments you’ve had. Something to lighten the mood a little. Please.”
“Well, I won’t get into my past, but I do have some hilarious stories from Benji and Booker’s crazy antics. I don’t know how those two haven’t been arrested by now, by how brazen they both are. At one stage, it was a competition to see who could have the most public sex! Thank God Lane opted out of that one, because I’m too pretty for a jail cell.
“But there was this one time Booker talked this chick into getting it on in one of those cabins on the Melbourne Star. He had only been seeing her for two weeks when he paid a fortune and booked a cabin, just for the two of them, saying it was for their anniversary. The entire cabin is bloody glass except for the floor, so God knows how they were discreet enough to move clothes out the way, while standing, looking like they were just a couple cuddling, when the truth was they were fucking slowly up against the glass. He won the competition with that one.”
“That sounds quite romantic actually. In one of those glass cabins, late at night, watching the sparkling lights of the city slowly go by. The public fucking thing sounds a little too risky, but it might be something to try in the future, who knows.”
“Damn girl, stop talking like that. We’re at work, remember.”
After lunch the silence somehow turns to snappiness. Both being short tempered with the other’s ideas and suggestions. There are grunts and growls and banging items on the desk harder than what’s deemed polite. Frustration at themselves and at the situation seems to be coming to a fast head, and Eight and I work frantically behind the scenes to tone down their agitation. But after Lane gives a straight no to one of Alexis’s ideas without letting her explain, my girl breaks. She packs up her laptop and storms out of the office, mumbling she has an appointment to get to. Eight and I are just speechless.
Friday:
Alexis knows she can’t let Lane get to her like she did yesterday. This is already becoming increasingly hard, but snapping at each other will only make things worse. So she decides to be her normal sweet self regardless of what he says and does. She will not snap back.
“Hot Lips, my guy feels so bad for snapping at Lexi. I know he will be on his best behaviour today.”
“Well that will make things easier. But my girl had already decided to be the grown up here and not let his snappiness bother her.”
“He’s not trying to be childish, it’s just frustration and believe me, I know how he feels. His frustration is leaving burn marks on my delicate skin. I think I’m close to getting a blister for Christ’s sake. I’m all for a release and as often as I can get it, because I’m a dick after all, but damn, three to four times a night is a bit much, even for my head.”
“Aww poor baby. I would kiss it better if I could.”
“Just promise to get your girl to kiss me better when these two are finally back together and all will be good in my world.”
“Deal, big boy.”
The morning runs smoothly and so does their quiet lunch in, but something changes in the afternoon. The vibe in the air heats as both Lane and Alexis steal little glances at each other for a few hours. Lane clears his voice. Alexis crosses her legs, then uncrosses them and crosses them the other way, which has Lane growling softly under his breath. Something is changing and anticipation is flowing through Alexis’s body.
“Eight. Do you feel that?”
“Yep and it’s making me nervous. I think my boy is about to break and I’m not sure if I can stop it or what it will even be when he does. Big brain and I are trying to pump him with creative juices to try and get his focus back on work. I’ll let you know how it’s going.”
The tension in the air feels as if it will strangle my girl, who is clearly feeling as though something is about to happen. Her release of pheromones are only just holding on, waiting to respond to whatever Lane is going to throw her way.
For the next hour things start to settle down and Alexis actually loses herself in work for a while. Lane getting up from his chair and mumbling that he needs a coffee doesn’t even have her looking up, but the sound she hears next has her full attention. The door closing and the click of the lock has her head lifting so fast she feels dizzy.
Her eyes lock onto Lane’s. He’s still standing at the door, his hand gripping the handle so tightly his knuckles are turning white, the look in his eyes pure hunger as he slowly lets go and starts stalking towards her. He looks aroused and angry at the same time, and the testosterone flowing from his body is off the charts as he walks around her desk.
“Eight? What the fuck is going on?”
“This is the other side of his breaking point, Hot Lips. Hold on tight.”
Lane’s large hands wrap around both of Alexis’s cheeks, gripping tightly and pulling up, guiding her to stand, and before she can even take a breath, his lips are on hers, taking, demanding, desperately wanting to claim them as his. Her brain is in shock but her body catches on quickly and melts into his hold, wanting to claim him just as desperately.
Lane mumbles something about ‘Can’t resist you any longer’ and ‘We will work it out,’ before pushing her back against her desk and smashing their bodies together. She can feel his heart beat against her ribs as his arousal has her full attention near her stomach. She moans into his mouth which fuels him on even further.
He reaches behind her to the zip at the back of her skirt and practically rips it down, and before the skirt is even off, his hand comes around to her front and slides down her stomach, under the elastic of her stockings and panties and slides straight through a very wet centre. The minute she heard the lock click on the door, she flooded with arousal and I wasn’t to blame this time. But now, now I ensure to flood her even more as he slides two fingers in and growls at our wet heat.
“Arrr, I needed to feel this heat so bad, Lexi baby. I need you, I need you in every way and I can’t fight it anymore.”
The only response Alexis has is a long
, drawn out moan as he attacks her mouth again, while continuing to cause a delicious friction between her thighs. She can’t help but push against him, wanting more, seeking his own heat to mate with hers. She fumbles with his button and zip before getting her own hand down the front of his slacks and grabbing a firm grip of his scorching flesh.
The growl that rumbles in Lane’s chest is almost primal as he pulls his hand free of her panties and yanks her skirt, stockings and underwear down to the ground before reaching up to grab a handful of her hair and smashing his lips to hers again. He bites the plump flesh of her bottom lip before pulling back and slowly guiding her to turn around so her back is to him, as she kicks off her clothing.
He runs both hands slowly up the outside of her thighs, moving to her arse cheeks, before up and over her back, slowly adding pressure, guiding her to stretch over her desk. He reaches his hands up to hers and places them up at the edge of her desk, spreading her over the top of contracts and spreadsheets. His hands then slowly brush down her arms, over her spine, slowly down and over to her hips, before pushing around to her stomach and sensually down, over her silky waxed skin.
When his fingers rub over our clit she arches her back with a moan, which sends him wild. He reaches in his pocket for a condom before he shuffles his pants down to fall at his ankles and spreads her thighs with his knees. He rips the square packet open with both hands and eagerly rolls it down before placing Eight’s head at my entrance and oh so slowly pushes all the way in.
“Ah Eight. That feels so good. I need more, I need all of you.”
“Let me relish the feel of you baby, before you start bossing me around, beautiful.”
“No! Now Eight, I need all of you now!”
Lane controls himself and pulls back slowly before he rams back in fast, making the desk move a few good inches across the floor. Our entire body is alive at this surprise attack and is on the verge of exploding already. And by Lane’s desperate moves, so is he.
He reaches a hand under Alexis to pinch a nipple, making her scream in ecstasy, forgetting that other offices are nearby. Lane uses his other hand to cover her mouth as he continues to torture her hardened nipple, panting out his own arousal. He lets go of her nipple and smooths his hand down towards her centre, feeling where they are joined, rubbing his fingers around their combined wetness before pushing firmly against her clit, making our climax shoot hard through our body.
His hand muffles her scream as he buries his head into the back of her neck, muffling his own growl at his powerful explosion. They both become acutely aware of voices down the hallway, making them stumble apart, fixing their discarded clothes back into place quickly, my girl still in disbelief at the powerful sensations Lane brought to her body in record time.
He reaches out and grabs her, cradling her to his chest, holding her lovingly as they both struggle to maintain a normal breath. Tears form at the back of my girl’s eyes as emotions start to rise to the surface, but she fights them back, not wanting to dampen the great desk sex we just had.
“Eight, how the hell did that just happen and before you answer that, please promise me that will not be the last time we have desk sex. That was freaking hot!”
“Holy fuck, baby. I knew he was about to lose it but I didn’t know he would take it that far. But damn I’m glad he did. I’ve always wanted desk sex and I’m so glad it was with you, Hot Lips. And if this is the beginning of regular sex with you, I guarantee I will do all that’s within my power to make it happen on the desk at least once a week. Hell, once a day if that’s what my girl wants.”
“Damn I love you, Eight.”
“I love you too, baby.”
While we are thrilled at the result of Lane’s restraint being broken, the two with the big brains are struggling a bit.
“Lane …”
“I know Lexi baby. I’m so sorry I broke our plan. I just couldn’t continue another minute without feeling you close to me and … well … I kind of lost it when I got you in my arms.”
“This week’s been hard and we’ve been completely distracted by each other, but Lane, this intimacy is just going to make it worse. It will become too hard to maintain the professionalism we need to finish this project. And what if your colleagues in the hallway just heard us, how is that going to look for the both of us? They might applaud you, but the woman in these situations don’t always fare so well.”
“Fuck Lexi. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think of that, I would be gutted if this got out and your work ethic was criticised because of it. Damn, just the thought of it affecting you that way … I’m sorry, I really am. I will try my hardest to keep it out of the office.”
“Lane, not just out of the office but … it has to stop all together for now. We both live in the city, our current client’s main building is only a matter of blocks away, and we need to be seen as the professionals our reputation precedes. We have to stick to our plan, if … that’s still something you want.”
Lane pulls her into his arms in a tender embrace, both sighing with the simple contact. Heartbeats settle and breathing returns to normal, but the reality is that even this simple pleasure has to be placed on hold if they are to stick to the plan they originally agreed upon. Lane places a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling back, dropping his embrace of my girl.
“I’m sorry again, Lexi, I didn’t think through all the consequences and I promise I’ll try to be on my best behaviour from now on.”
“Then why are you grinning, Mr. Anderson?”
“Because … I said I’ll try. Now let me walk you out to your tram stop before you disappear into the night.”
Lane’s gentleman act lasts until we reach our stop. As the tram pulls into place, he cups Alexis’s cheek and plants a hard kiss to her lips, a kiss with promises of things to come, before pulling back with a panty dropping smile and turning to head back towards our building. My girl’s head is spinning as she stands in the middle of the tram carriage, swaying as it moves slowly, smiling despite trying not to. Yeah, Mr. Uptight has turned our world upside down in more ways than one.
The tram ride is short as we head to a quiet little bar to have a quick drink with our girls. We have so much to catch up on I’m not sure where to start. It’s not until we walk into the urban modern entrance and take two steps down, walking towards the laughter of Zali, that I come up with the first words I need to tell my fellow intimates.
“I just had DESK SEX!”
“Oh my God! Welcome to the club, babe.” Yes, Mel was the first to join that club.
“Congratulations on having your desk cherry popped! It is so freaking hot isn’t it? Did everyone look at Lane and Lexi different when they walked out of the office? I remember Zali blushing up a storm after her first desk romp. She is a screamer, so no wonder the entire floor heard her. Thank God she had the confidence to carry it off with just a smile before going back to work.” And Zali certainly didn’t stop there. Lucky girl.
“Well, that’s the problem right there. No one heard them I think but, if it did get out, Alexis was in a bit of a panic of how it would make her look.”
“She would look hotter than she already does in people’s eyes. Your girly overthinks things a lot. But enough of her thoughts, tell us yours. Was it scorching, was it fast, was it hard? Men seem to think because there is a solid surface underneath, they can go as hard as a bloody bull. Which feels fucking awesome, but my girl has received plenty of bruises due to frantic desk sex. But it’s a good kind of pain, a sensual kind of pain, a steamy kind of pain. Oh damn, my lace agent provocateurs are getting wet! I better sniff out a hotty in here to blame it on.” Zali does wear her sexy bruises like medals at times.
“There’s two sitting at three o’clock. One’s a suit, I can smell his silk shirt that he probably paid way too much for and the other is a tradie, he has that raw wood kind of smell. Mmm, raw wood. Oh yeah, I’d like to get up close and personal with his raw wood alright.” Sounds like Mel’s in for a woody night.
Alexis spills the beans on everything Lane, while the girls sit there silently, which is odd, because they are never silent. My girl tells them all of Lane’s sweet words and the situation at work and everything she is currently feeling. I feel the relief washing over her body, it feels good to get it all off her chest. But the girls still sit there in silence.
“Say something, anything.”
“You might not like what I have to say. But we have all vowed to be honest with each other, always, even if we know it may hurt, so here goes. You are not falling for the man, Lexi, you have already completely fallen. You, my sweet friend, are utterly and completely in love with him.”
You can’t hide a single thing from our girl Mel.
“I’m falling, I agree with that, but I’m not there yet. It’s too soon.”
“You’re not being honest with yourself, if that’s what you think. Because it’s written as plain as day across your face and in between the words you’re speaking. You … are … in … love. You are just scared to admit it because of Mr. Confidence Smasher and I can’t blame you there, but if you don’t love again, you will never truly feel again. So honey, let go and enjoy that fine man who rammed you over your desk. If he can do that, he’s a keeper.”
Oh Zali, I love your brain.
“And if it is love and we screw it up because our work situation gets difficult, then what?”
