AN: I've honestly forgotten how long it's been since the last update.... WE HAVE REACHED 1,390K reads! That may not be a big deal for some but for me-it's pretty awesome.

I get up from his lap and straddle his waist, it's a good thing this chair has fold-able arm rests or this would've been awkward.

I get close enough so that my clit touches his erection and instantly I'm slow grinding against him. Mr. M hasn't made any moves to stop me yet so I lean forward to kiss him again. He opens his mouth for further exploration and I rise to the challenge.

As we're kissing, I gently grab hold of Mr. M's penis and position myself over it. It may sound weird but I basically use the same technique I use for my tampons. It's a taboo topic but soon enough I feel Mr. M stretching my walls.

I slide down until I'm in his lap again, ass cheeks to thighs. I roll my head back and take deep breaths that come out as moans. Mr. M's hands are on my thighs and he starts kissing my bare breasts. He doesn't rush for me to move, we both know I need a minute.

I brace my feet onto the ground and push myself up only to fall right back down, which makes me cry out. He nips at my left breast but pulls back before he gets carried away with my breasts.

Mr. M reclines back in his chair and has an eyebrow quirked in amusement.

"Do you plan to hop on my dick Phoebe.?" He crudely asks.

"I mean, we're already in this position, why not?" I challenge.

For an answer, he grabs my hands and places them on his shoulders. This small movement makes my balance a lot better so I try again and I use my toes to push me up. I slide up/down slowly and both of us groan in pleasure.

After a couple of times my legs start to shake, I soon realize that I don't have the endurance for this. Mr. M takes pity on me as he sits up, braces his arms under my thighs, and picks me up before standing from the chair.

I instantly wrap my arms around his neck since my feet are no longer touching the ground.

"I'm going to speed this up slightly, there's only so long we can stay in here alone before someone suspects us."
With that Mr M lifts me up and lowers me slowly letting me adjust to this new angle. The feeling is exquisite.

I moan as he picks up the pace like promised. The pressure builds and with each thrust I'm voicing my pleasure.

"Yes......yes!......please......" I'm panting like I'm doing the heavy lifting which is ridiculous. I squeeze onto Mr. M more as a reaction to the amazing thrusts I'm receiving.

"What was that?" Mr. M sounds slightly breathless but other than that he's fine. He's moaning way less than I am but I know he's close.

I grasp the back of his head and kiss him hard on the lips. Mr. M stops all movement and kisses me back. Our tongues battle it out like always.

Before I know it, we're sitting on a small couch with me on top. It's black and the material is soft, I just can't name it. I brace my knees on either side of Mr. M as a thought forms in my mind.

'Maybe I'll do better on the couch.'

I ride him again finding it easier to do so on my knees. Our lips are close but with my panting kissing is impossible, that doesn't stop him from biting my bottom lip though. His hands are busy pinching and squeezing on my fatty parts, he also slaps my ass a couple of times. Not that I'm complaining.

As I get closer to my climax, I speed up till I'm frantically hopping up and down trying to find my release. I'm even making animalistic noises again. I get tired fast but I CAN'T stop. Not with my being so close to an orgasm.

None to gently, Mr. M pushes me down to the couch on my stomach before entering me swiftly from behind. I had a second of sheer panic that he'd get the wrong hole. In this position he's a lot deeper and it's driving me insane.

Both of his hands are on my hips as he brings our bodies together. He lifts me up slightly but I'm not fully on my knees while my hands are braced underneath me in order to keep my torso up.

I find my clit and stroke it vigorously before I can take no more. My vision starts to get blurry and it's like I'm seeing the big bang for a second.

I scream at my release.

Mr. M thrusts himself in a couple more times before he pulls out and I feel his warmth on my backside.

When satiated, Mr. M collapses beside me as we both try to catch our breath.

We both jump when his desk phone rings. To be nice, I get up and put it on speaker before laying back down on my stomach. I never knew that great sex could make you walk like a drunk person. But then again, this is my first time having great sex.

"Mr. Marceles? Don't forget that you have a meeting at 4 today." It's the secretary from before, Mrs. Langston, I think that was the name he used.

Mr. M doesn't answer her. He's just laying beside me breathing quietly with his arm covering his eyes.

"Sir, I know you despise the companies branch manager but you've rescheduled three times already. If-"

I may not like the woman but she sounds efficient.

"Okay! Okay. Where are you placing them?" Mr. M sounds like a reluctant child. I'm sure hes only agreed just to shut the woman up.

"Office Room 6." Her voice is thick with relief.

"Fine. They're going to be late so make sure to put out that green crap we received from that nutritional company last week."

I hear her laugh before the line goes dead. Mr. M shifts onto his elbow and looks at me. I tilt my head in his direction.

"Phoebe, I don't like fighting with you but that was amazing." He then leans forward to give me a peck on the lips.

I don't say anything in return because I'm still recovering. Mr. M smirks at me and gets up with ease. His legs are sturdy as he walks over to his desk, it makes me slightly jealous.

He comes back with tissues and wipes down my back before tossing them into the trash.

Mr. M starts dressing and I reluctantly get up to do the same.

"How are you feeling?"

I roll my eyes because I can tell that he's going to be asking this for the next couple of days.
"I'm alright. I'll be going to go straight to my apartment for a soak in my bathtub once I leave here."

"Good.." Once again Mr. M is in his suit without any wrinkles and nothing out of place.
"I think we should talk about-"

"I shouldn't have freaked the way I did. I really appreciate what you've done for me. Thank you." I feel very diplomatic because he honestly didn't have to do anything and my acceptance also might have to do with the fact that I just got laid. I'm high off of endorphin's.

Mr. M unlocks his door and I follow him out. Walking feels weird and then I realize why. Before he can reach the knob of his official office door, I grab his arm to stop him.

Mr. M turns around and looks at me confused.

I say nothing but I stick my hand out in the 'Hand it Over' gesture. He looks at me for a second and then he understands. Instead of handing them over, Mr. M gets on his knees with my underwear in hand.

He lifts one of my legs forcing me to grab onto his shoulders for balance. After my underwear are on both sides, Mr. M slowly slides them up and bunches my dress at my hips in the process. He then takes handfuls of my ass and pulls me against his body.

"We should make office lunches a weekly thing seeing as though I'm going to be here for a while." His smile is mischievous.

I can't say that I'm against the suggestion but he doesn't need to know that just yet.

"We'll see." I pull myself out of Mr. M's arms and straighten my dress again. Good thing too because a lady walks in and nearly collides with Mr. M.

"Oh! Mr. Marceles! I thought that you'd be in your..." She points slightly towards the room we just had sex in.

He says nothing and waits for her to get to the point of interrupting us. The female clears her throat and continues.

"Mrs. Landrum sent me to 'pry you out' of your office. She didn't mention that you have a guest." She doesn't look sorry at all for her intrusion.

I realize now that the female has been eyeing me up and down the same way as the secretary on the first floor did. I meet her eyes in challenge. I am in way too happy a mood to be dealing with petty females.

"Yes. My companion and I were just leaving. Tell Mrs. Landrum that she has nothing to worry about, I won't disappear or disappoint." He dismisses her easily and leads me out of his office.

Mr. M broods in the elevator and I don't say anything because I know that it has nothing to do with me. We reach the first floor and he guides me out with his hand on the small of my back.

"Can I come over tomorrow?" Mr. M whispers in my ear.

I shake my head slightly and look at him from the corner of my eye. "I have to work all day tomorrow after class."

He nods his head in understanding but before he can respond some guy in a navy blue Armani suit stops right in front of us.

"Marceles! Aren't you going in the wrong direction? I see you're still trying to avoid this meeting. And to use such a lovely lady to hide behind, it almost worked too." The men behind him laugh but he doesn't.

"Paul. I was actually escorting my girlfriend out. If you'll excuse us..."

Before I can say anything, Mr. M has us out of the building and in the parking lot. I look at him in question when we stop in front of a small yellow sports car. Mr. M pulls out the keys and hands then over to me.

"I'll be over in a couple of days to get it back." With that Mr. M plants a kiss on my cheek and walks away.

AN: Have a great day my pretties!!!! I hate when I look at my chapters on my phone and the paragraphs are miles apart. 😒

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