Page 2 of Office Infatuation

Not a fucking chance.

Sitting behind my desk, I adjust my raging boner before switching on my computer for the day.

I first took over my company, Flawless, six months ago after the disappearance of its previous owner, Griffin. After talking it through with some fellow business associates from STORM Enterprises, they reassured me it was a sound move. So much so Tate, one of STORM’s owners, is now a silent shareholder in the business.

Libby started working for me soon after, and while I’d like to say I had a part to play in her recruitment, I owe that one to our human resources department.

Libby’s ass sways as she scrubs away at the mark against the wall.

When she mentioned it before, I’m pretty damn sure she implied it was a cum stain. She actually couldn’t be further from the truth.

Kurt Bennett, my best friend, came in yesterday with his son, who just so happened to have a water gun, and of course it wasn’t filled with water, why the hell would it be?

Nope, my dipshit friend filled his kid’s toy with bubble liquid, and it appears he shot at the wall.

A loud tsking comes from the attached bathroom, making me lean back in my chair to get a view of Libby emptying the contents of the bin into a black trash bag.

I cringe when I imagine what she’s seeing, but hey, I’m a free agent. Without another word, she walks out, ignoring me as she heads toward the office door and not a backward glance in sight.

My eyes trail after her, watching her neat little ass in those skintight yoga pants, and when the door clicks shut, I breathe a sigh of relief because now I can release all the pent-up tension I’ve been holding onto since seeing her this morning.

Opening my office drawer, I snag a condom, tear it open, and unbuckle my pants.

I’ve resulted to using condoms after Libby flipped her shit at all the tissues she was cleaning up. She realized the flu was not the cause of me needing shares in Kleenex.

After dozens of remarks about me having safe sex like she’s a fucking teacher educating a teenager, I arrived in work one day to a box of condoms sitting on my desk.

I was tempted to tell her they weren’t necessary but liked the thought I was doing this for her. Only now she’s commenting about the amount of condoms she’s seeing. I can’t fucking win.

Taking my cock out of my boxers, I smear the pre-cum over the swollen head with my thumb, eliciting a groan from within me. Fuck, I bet her silky skin would feel in-fucking-credible against me. I close my eyes as I roll the condom on with a heavy sigh and work it down my rock-hard length.

“Mmm, fuck.” I pump myself with a firm grip while I use my other hand to tug on my balls. “Fuck, Libby.” I imagine her slamming down on top of me. I grab those luscious tits of hers, squeezing them together while she rides me. “Harder, baby.” She grinds her hips.

I tighten my hand, imagining her pussy gripping me as she slams down. Thrust after thrust, I drive up into her while her tits bounce. My balls ache, begging for me to come, I pump harder, faster. “Fuck,” I roar as my cum spills into the condom, and as the last splash hits the latex, annoyance rumbles inside me. I should be coming inside her.

I’m absolutely fucking obsessed.

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Libby

My mind works on overdrive as I make my way toward my evening cleaning shift and back toward Sean’s office.

God knows what mess he has in store for me tonight. The man is a pig. Before I left this morning, I emptied the bathroom bin into the trash bag and a collection of used condoms and wrappers fell out.

At least he’s using protection, I guess, but ew, the number of times that man has office sex I’m surprised he hasn’t started a new strain of STDs.

When I started working here five months ago, I only cleaned his office when someone was off sick. But after the first encounter with him, I was given more and more shifts until I became the sole cleaner of his office.Lucky me.

I try and divert my thoughts to my night ahead, I got six hours sleep today, so that was a win. The elevator door pings open, and I stride toward his office with purpose, part hoping he’s left already but also wishing he hasn’t. I can’t deny I look forward to seeing him.

I’m not sure what the pull is with Sean, his sexual antics disgust me, repulse me even, making it difficult for me to admit how much I enjoy our banter and the blatant look of longing in his eyes.

Knocking on the door softly, I open it and lock eyes with Sean. The intensity of his stare from behind his desk has me stopping in my tracks and sends a ripple of butterflies fluttering through my stomach. He waves me into the office while using his other hand to hold a phone to his ear. Giving myself an internal shake, I step into the room and close the door behind me.

“Tonight? No, not tonight,” he breathes out as I make my way toward the bathroom.

My eyes lock onto the dreaded bin. Surely he didn’t fuck someone else today, right? An odd feeling of jealousy courses through me.

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