"Are you due back at the office?" he asked quietly.
"Eventually they will notice I am gone. I'd give it about three or four days." She stated simply eyeing him without an expression on her usually very expressive face.
"Did you lock the door?" he asked as he put away the phone that he'd been talking on since she got to this office about ten minutes ago.
"No, it's your office, why would I lock the door?" she said testily.
He cast her a look and strode to his door. Locking it quietly, he walked towards her and pulled her onto her feet. He wasn't very gentle about it either.
"I want to screw." He said without preamble and immediately put his hand into her skirt.
She was as usual, without knickers. He drew in a breath. The erotica she'd been reading between work had got her wet. He didn't know that. He didn't need to, not just yet anyway.
"You're wet." He stated unnecessarily.
She groaned as he flicked her clit a couple of times. Moving her skirt to her waist, it bunched up and accorded him an unhindered view of her pussy. She was now wet enough some of it was seeping through the lips. It seemed to please him. He pushed her back until she felt the edge of his desk on her naked butt. Lifting her, he placed her at the edge and parted her legs with both hands. His intent gaze would have made her shifty but the idea of him fucking her in his office at ten in the morning was a panty soaker.