As Per My Last Email

“As per my last email, everything you are looking for is in the shared drive. Files are separated alphabetically. I suggest starting in the A’s”

Cleo hit send and closed her laptop. Glancing at the clock, she winced. Workaholic tendencies helped her climb the ladder but they got in the way of a few things.  Fitness being one…her pussy, being the other, and unless she started carrying her vibrator to work, there was no hope for her little lady friend. She definitely couldn’t do that, right? 

No, absolutely not. 

Stepping out of her shoes, Cleo walked around her desk, rubbing her back. Maybe she should get a massage from someone with strong hands…really strong hands. Stretching down to her toes, she imagined those hands on her now. “Mmmm…fuck, that would feel so good.” 

The soft click of her office door closing and the smell of a very particular cologne pulled her back to the present. She didn’t even have to peek between her legs, she already knew Coy fucking Ridgeway was leaning against her office door.

She rose to her feet and smoothed her skirt back in place. Turning, she adjusted her glasses, “I assume you are here to admit that you never learned the alphabet and are therefore unable to search things alphabetically? However, if I didn’t have time to look through a shared drive for you,  I definitely don’t have time to tutor you.” 

“I assure you, I know all the ABCs and my search skills are unrivaled.” he said as he unbuttoned his jacket, drawing her eyes to his hands.

Coy was a challenge to her self-control…mainly because she either wanted to fight him or ride him like a mechanical bull on the Vegas strip. But that kind of behavior was frowned upon in the workplace. Plus, she was pretty sure Barbara, the head of HR, would have a coronary. If she knew the thoughts that floated through Cleo’s mind every time he unbuttoned that suit jacket… She blamed his hands…it was always his fucking hands. She caught herself looking at them and quickly snapped her gaze back to his face.

Cleo leaned against her desk and tried looking down her nose at him. But without her high heels she couldn’t look down on much of anything.  “Really? Then why are you here?” she asked.

Coy pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them with determined steps. “Because the answers I am looking for aren’t found in the shared drive.” He set a piece of paper on her desk. 

Glancing down, Cleo saw the email she sent in all its black and white glory. Coy leaned down into her space, his gaze dark and predatory. “You know every time you send me something like this, it makes me want to peel your little panties off and find out what you taste like…So… I want to know…do you do it on purpose?”

“What exactly?” Cleo whispered back. She couldn’t think with him this close. She could feel his body heat through his suit and it was doing dangerous things to her body. 

He grazed his lips down the side of her neck, “Torture me.” 

She barely bit back her moan.

His lips trailed up the other side of her throat as he growled, “Challenge me.” 

Cleo had to get away from him before she did something drastic…like push him onto the floor and ride his face. But when she opened her mouth to deny everything, a gauntlet spilled out instead. “That would imply I am attracted to you.” 

Giving her enough space to look him in the eye but not enough to run, he asked, “Are you saying you aren’t attracted to me?”

Cleo took off her glasses and grabbed the end of his tie. Using it to wipe the smudges off her lenses she looked him straight in the eye, “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

“Hmmm…” Coy grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging just enough her mouth opened slightly, “Let’s test that theory?” 

The moment his lips touched hers, the last remaining shreds of Cleo’s willpower went up in flames. Moaning into his mouth, she grabbed his shirt and dragged him closer. When he picked her up and sat her on the desk, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pulling away from her mouth, Coy smiled, “That’s what I thought.” 

“Just shut up and put your hands on me.” She jerked his mouth back to hers. He had such a kissable fucking mouth when it wasn’t pissing her off. 

His mouth was all consuming but his hands simply owned her. They were everywhere but not where she needed them the most. 

“Coy, more!” 

His hand snaked under her skirt, twisting fingers in her panties, he pulled, the silky fabric no match against him. She felt him brush against the inside of her leg before he slid a finger up and down her pussy.

“So fucking wet. Is this what happens when you think about me?”

“Yes” She rocked against his hand, as he petted her. Trying to find relief but he was taking his time. 

“Do you touch yourself when you think about me?” Coy was torturing her now. Sliding his fingers back and forth against her slippery flesh. Almost touching her clit but just out of reach of relief. 

“Yes!” She whispered.

“Do you cum screaming my name?” 

She couldn’t answer. Her body had taken over and was lost in a race to the top of orgasm mountain.

Coy stopped and wrapped his hand around her throat. Not enough to hurt her. Just enough to call her back to the present, “I asked if you cum screaming my name?”

“YES! Now would you please fuck me!”

“Oh princess, no one gets to hear those screams except me.” He tapped her lips with his finger. “Open that sassy mouth and suck my finger!”

Cleo looked at him, trying to decide if she should tell him to fuck off and go home and find her vibrator.

Coy tightened his grip slightly, before tapping her lips again, “Tonight, pleasure only comes with submission. So be a good girl and suck it.”

If he would have said that in the beginning she would have jumped on board a lot sooner. Cleo opened her mouth and Coy pushed his finger in.  Closing her eyes she swirled her tongue around him when she heard his sharp intake of breath.

“That’s it. Just like that. I don’t want anyone else to hear you when I do this. “Damn it, Cleo…your mouth feels so good. I can’t wait to feel those pouty lips wrapped around my cock…but that is for a different night.” With that, Coy pushed two fingers inside her aching pussy. 

If Cleo’s eyes had been open they would have rolled back in her head. This was so much better than anything she dreamed up alone in her room. Still sucking his fingers, she slowly rocked on his other hand. Strong, slow, strokes in and out of her slick heat made her pussy throb with need. She needed more. When he added his thumb to her clit, she started to rock faster. 

“Fuck yes, Cleo. Fuck my hand. Let me feel your cum dripping all over me.”

She ground down harder as the first tingles started to hit her. 

“Good girl…”

“Now cum!”

The shocks hit her like a taser. Her entire body locked up and she bit down on Coy's finger. She just couldn’t help it. The waves of sensation rolling through her body were too intense. A warm rush flooded her pussy and dripped down Coy’s hand.

“Such a good girl!” he kissed her forward before bringing his hand to his mouth. Cleo watched him lick her cream off his fingers. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

“Now, princess. I have a question for you.” Coy smirked down at her…

“About that google drive…”