"Hello," she whispered as she slipped into the office, gently closing the door behind her, and quietly setting the lock.
"You're late," Andrew said, checking his watch.
"I had to be sly," she laughed. She crossed over behind his desk, sat in his lap and kissed his neck gently. "I'll make the two minutes up to you."
"Five," he corrected, smirking.
"Four, and don't piss me off," she said nipping him.
He chuckled lightly, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her closer, his lips meeting hers. His mouth firm against her soft one as their lips gently clung together, and she sighed against him. Her hands came up and splayed across his chest, feeling his heart beat heavily in his chest as their lips moved together.
The tip of his tongue slipped between her lips and gently touched hers. Her mouth opened slightly, allowing him access. Their tongues began to play, first gently, and then more insistent. The kiss deepening and their mingled breath became heavy. Her finger tightened, holding handfuls of his shirt as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, teeth gently grazing it.
His hand slid up her smooth bare leg, across the swell of her hips, and then crept up to cup her breast, gently squeezing it, feeling it's fullness. His hand slid around to the front, catching her nipple, erect through the thin material of her shirt, between his thumb and forefinger; rolling it between them. She cried out, her mouth momentarily slack while he played with her nipples and nibbled along her jaw.
His other hand came up, capturing her other breast as his mouth descended, pushing her back to kiss her collar bone, while he pulled her shirt up and off, throwing it across the room. He kneaded her breasts, barely contained in the black lace bra, and then pulled the straps of her bra down exposing her hard pink nipples to his hungry mouth. His lips covering one of them, pulling it into his mouth and running his tongue over it.
One of her hands came up, running into his hair and holding him there, eyes closed and neck arched as he sucked on her breasts. "God, Andrew," she murmured. Blindly, she began pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin. Her hand, shaking, unbuttoned his shirt, opening it to his waist, and then pulling it free of his pants and running her hands up under his undershirt to feel the hairs on his torso against her hands. She ran a hand across his nipples, feeling them harden as she explored the hard ridges of his body.
Abruptly, he pulled away from her, grabbing her by the waist, and setting her on edge of his desk. He looked up at her, her lips swollen and eyes dark, locking her gaze as his hands slid up her thighs, under her skirt, and found her pussy bare.
"Megan, where are your panties?"