Page 11 of Love Potions and Paperwork

Maeve’s scent clung to my fingers in a haze of pheromones that drew my attention like a hand dipping inside of the stretchy pocket hiding my erection.

I palmed the material of my slacks, a thin, reedy whineescaping my throat as I brought the digits to my face, sniffing hungrily for another whisper of her.

My cock was pulsing I was so hard, uncomfortable where it was stowed away within the confines of my body. I undid my belt with one hand, sliding my long fingers into the front of my pants to slip them into the warm slit with a stiff grunt.

“Fuck,” I gasped out, the pads of my fingers grazing the soft skin of my cock felt good as a tongue. The effects of the potion heightening every touch to levels of sensitivity I’d never experienced.

I scissored my fingers, spreading the opening wide and allowing myself to be freed, smearing pre-cum into the fabric of my boxers. I pushed the clothing away, shivering as the cool air of the room kissed my overheated skin.

This is so fucked up, a little voice in the back of my head whispered.You’re going to get caught.

But instead of making me frightened, the thought only spurred me forward. Adding a layer of taboo as my tongue slowly pressed into the pad of my thumb, seeking more of Maeve.

An image formed in my mind as my eyelids slid shut.My boss, sat atop her desk with my head buried between her thighs, my tongue stroking along the length of her sopping cunt. The smell of her juices lingering in my nose and clinging to the soft hair trimmed immaculately into the shape of a butterfly on her pubic mound. The way her legs shook for me as I gently rolled her clit between my teeth.

My mouth closed around my fingers at the same time my hand circled my cock, stroking slowly as the fantasy morphed, Maeve’s dark eyes on me as she demanded that I fuck her. That I pump her full of my cum and leave it leaking from her tight, desperate pussy for the rest of the day, her damp panties a reminder of the work I’d put in.

Of thedevotionI’d shown her.

My hips moved, fucking my hand slowly at first, revelling in the relief that came from the contact. But it was hollow. A perfunctory answer to a need—no, this was a submission, an answer to the call of Maeve’s subtle panting breaths and her tail in my trousers as I brought her to ruin against my tongue.

It felt good to be used by Maeve. To please her. Good enough that I’d never wanted to stop.

In my mind, her nipples strained lewdly against her tight button-down shirt, the crisp fabric rubbing against the tight peaks, visible through the thin material. Her full lips parted on my name as I slid my cock into the warm, welcoming sheath of her body. Her slick centre offered no resistance as I gripped her full hips, using them as leverage to pound into her with every frantic snap of my hips—mirrored by the way I fucked my fist, giving up on trying to be subtle.

I moaned around my fingers, the fantasy I’d crafted, mixed with Maeve’s taste on my tongue and the pressure of my hand along my shaft pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Pre-cum drooled from the tip of my cock and onto the floor, pooling obscenely on the tile as my breaths became desperate pants, my release drawing closer andcloser.

A release I was all but promised, only to be interrupted with jarring fear as the handle to the copy room jiggled, the door swinging open with a light swish.

Four

Maeve

Had my clock always made the irritating ticking noise or were the gods conspiring against me today?

My knee shook under the desk impatiently as I clicked through emails, waiting for Eugine to return with the file I’d requested. It would’ve been so easy to beg him to fuck me on this stupid overly polished desk—and after the performance he’d given with his mouth, he’d more than earned it—but I was dedicated to maintaining some crumb of professionalism?—

Oh, who the fuck was I kidding? The second that foolish, meek,incredibly talented with his fingers, mantis returned I was going to suggest we share a car home.

HR could go fuck themselves.

But as the seconds tick, tick, ticked by, my patience—and my offer, slipped away.

What the fuck was he doing? It shouldn’t take so damn long to get a single document from down the hall.

A low growl rumbled in the back of mythroat as I slid from my chair, storming for the filing room with the dull pound of my heels on the carpeted floor.

Do I have to do everything around here?

Seemed like it, since I’d tasked Eugine over three minutes ago and he still hadn’t returned with the contract in hand.

I entered the glorified closet we called a copy room to the sound of a rhythmicclick, click, clickas Eugine, bent over the filing cabinet with his back to me, sifted through files.

My thighs rubbed together in a hideously desperate bid for relief at the sight of his shoulders straining his shirt. A thin band of sweat slicked down his spine, making the fabric stick to his smooth jewel-like skin.

Fuck. Ireallyneeded to get out of here.

“I came to see what was taking you so long,” I drawled, the note of fond teasing in my voice that’d been absent a few hours ago almost alien to my ears.

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