"This day could not possible get any worse," I thought to myself, coming out of yet another meeting. Practically from the moment I'd arrived at work that morning, I'd been running nonstop.
As I passed the front desk, the receptionist said, "Your 2:00 is waiting in your office." Oh great. This one wasn't even on my calendar.
I walked into my office and nearly dropped everything I was carrying when I saw who was sitting there. I'd met Mark a few months earlier on a flight to California for business. Turns out he was from my hometown, and we'd hit it off, talking and flirting nonstop for the length of the flight.
But what stood out most in mind was how he had introduced me to the "mile-high club" midway through the flight. He'd followed me into the restroom and fucked me as I perched on the edge of the sink. It was naughty and risky and unlike anything I'd ever done before.
On a whim, I'd given him my business card when we parted ways, never dreaming that he'd actually look me up.
I stood there, speechless for a moment, before I had the presence of mind to close my office door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, setting down all my papers.
"I caught a last-minute flight into town and thought I'd drop by and surprise you," he said, standing up. My heart was racing.
He took a step toward me. His gaze was so intense that I couldn't look away. He reached behind me and locked my door, then put his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the door. "Surprised?" he whispered in my ear.
I closed my eyes and nodded. He chuckled, then grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. He kissed me hard, sliding his tongue past my lips and taking my breath away. I clutched at the front of his shirt and kissed him back.
"Good girl," he murmured against my mouth. When he pressed himself against me I felt his erection and I could feel myself getting wet. I moaned and pulled him closer to me.
