Sunday night found you back at home and unable to sleep. You had assumed after the intimacy the two of you shared on Friday night that your relationship with Clint had moved to another level. A level where you were going to get laid. A level you needed, truth be told. You slept in Clint's bed Saturday night but the two of you did nothing more than cuddle. And while you spent most of the day with him, nothing was exchanged beyond heated kisses. You just might go crazy if he kept this up. It was evident you were going to have to take matters into your own hands. As you came up with a plan to do just that, you finally drifted to sleep.

It was mid-morning when you sent Clint a text. No class today. Can I bring you lunch?

You tapped the back of the phone with your finger while you waited for a response. Finally, the phone buzzed.

I think I'm stuck here for the duration so that would be great. Noonish?

See you then.

After sending a text to Scott asking him to pick you up, you hurried to finish getting ready. Everything needed to be perfect if you were going to have the nerve to even attempt to pull this off.

By the time your ride arrived, you were dressed in your very best business attire. The dark skirt stopped just above the knee. You'd paired it with a white blouse and the jacket that matched the skirt. Your heels bore the signature red sole that matched your lipstick perfectly. You'd even taken the time to do more with your hair than you normally did. You grabbed the lunch you'd made for the two of you and hurried down the stairs.

Scott waited beside the car and a smile lit his face when he saw you. His gaze ran over you and the grin widened. "Clint know you're wearing that?"

You glanced down as if you were unaware of how you were dressed before looking up with wide eyes. "No. Why?"

Scott chuckled. "No reason at all," he answered but his tone said he knew exactly what you were up to.

During the drive, you tapped your foot on the floor as if that would make the trip shorter. When you finally arrived outside Clint's office, you ran your hand over skirt and tugged on the bottom of your jacket to make sure everything was in place before stepping up to Wade's desk.

He glanced up with a tight smile and blinked several times. "Yes?"

You arched a brow. "Don't start that shit with me, Will Wadeson. You know who I am and you also know that I'm expected."

He narrowed his gaze. "Did you just—"

"Yes. I did."

Keeping his eyes on you, he reached over and picked up the phone. "Lunch date's here, Boss." He hung up and laced his fingers together on the desktop. "I like you."

"I'm honored."

"You should be. Boss'll see you now."

"Thanks." You grinned and let yourself in the office, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey," Clint said absently, his head still bowed over the papers on his desk. "I'll be with you in just a minute."

You tilted your head and took the opportunity to look him over. He'd taken off his jacket and draped it over the back of one of the other chairs. His shoulders were tight beneath the fabric of his shirt and he looked exhausted.

You put the bag with the food in it on the coffee table as you walked by. His attention stayed on his work even as you rounded his desk and came up behind him. Your hands immediately found tense muscles and began to rub the knots from them.

Clint groaned and dropped his head forward to rest in his hands.

"What's got you so tied up, handsome?

"Nothing you need to worry about. I just came in to a mess is all. It happens. Fortunately, not very often."

You hummed in agreement and continued with your mini-massage. When his muscles felt looser, you ran your hands over his shoulders and across his chest. You laid your mouth next to his ear. "Hungry?"

***

The sultry tone of your voice had Clint turning his head to meet your gaze. You gave him a half-smile with bright red lips. The color drew him in and he found himself unable to tear his eyes from your smile. He cleared his throat. "I suppose that depends on what you brought for lunch."

Your grin widened and you stepped back. He turned his chair to follow you but froze as he took you in. His gaze darted over you from head to toe and back up. If someone had asked him half an hour ago if business attire did anything for him, he would have said no. But you in a skirt and jacket with three-inch heels? Holy shit. Combine that with the red lip and smoky eye and he was a goner apparently. Who knew?

His hands gripped the arms of his chair. It was the only thing keeping him from grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. He was a grown man, damn it, but you never failed to make him feel like a horny school boy. If he'd had any idea you would be such a temptress, he would have made this arrangement ages ago. He licked his lips. "Nice outfit."

You dug the toe of your shoe into the carpet and twisted your foot while you twirled a strand of hair around your finger. "Do you think so, Sir? I wore it just for you."

"Little minx." You knew exactly what calling him that did to him and you used it to your full advantage. You bit the tip of your finger and widened your eyes in an attempt to look innocent. You failed miserably. He arched a brow and waited to see what your next move would be.

You stepped toward him, swinging your hips as you came. Stopping in front of him, you reached out to tug at his tie and use it to pull him to your lips. "You seem very stressed, Mr. Barton. I'd like to help you with that."

He said not a word afraid he'd break the spell that seemed to fallen over the two of you.

You pulled your skirt up just enough to allow you more mobility before dropping to your knees. As you reached for his belt, his hands stopped you. You glanced up and he studied you. "You don't have to do this."

You brushed his hands aside. "If I felt like I had to, I wouldn't do it." A few deft movements and you had freed him from his pants. Your tongue traced your lips as you moved your hand along the length of him.

Clint's head dropped back as he groaned. Part of him felt like he should argue, try to convince you not to do this. The rest of him needed this on a level he couldn't explain. Half the tension in his shoulders had been a result of him denying himself all weekend.

You pumped the length of his shaft a couple of times before covering the tip of him with your mouth. Clint jerked at the sensation and tightened his grip on his armrests. He was fairly certain you wouldn't appreciate him digging his hands in your hair and face fucking you. As you flicked your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock you hummed sending vibrations through his whole body.

"Shit," he forced through clenched teeth as he twisted in his chair.

Sucking him hard several times in a row, you slid your mouth from his cock with a pop. You grinned up at him and wiped the salvia and precum from your lips. Damn if that wasn't the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. "Let go, Clint." Your husky voice sent a tremor running through him. "I got this."

Deciding to take you at your word, he gave into that desire to grab your head and direct you as you moved that hot as fuck mouth over the length of him. He shifted his hips to change the angle and groaned as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. "Fuck, baby girl. Just like that."

The sloppy sounds of you sucking him off filled his office and he knew he'd never be able to sit at his desk without hearing it. His eyes rolled back in his head as you ran your tongue over the slit in the head. Just as he shifted his grip on you once more, the sound of a knock filled his office. Both of you froze.

The knock came again. "Clint, I need to talk to you."

Nat. Shit. He jerked back, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation of leaving your mouth so quickly. He pushed you under his desk and slid his chair as much into place as he could feeling very much like a lecherous old man as he did so. "Yeah," he called out.

His friend stuck her head into the office and frowned as she glanced around. "Everything okay in here? It took you forever to answer."

He sucked in a breath, very aware of his heart still pounding in his chest. "Fine. Just busy. What did you need?"

"Did you get that email from Loki?"

Clint frowned. "Yeah, I have it here somewhere. Just give me a minute." He started digging though the papers on his desk knowing he'd printed it out to make notes on it. "Here—" His voice croaked and cut off as your tongue ran from the base to the tip of his cock before twirling around the head. Holy fuck. He cleared his throat. "Sorry. Here it is."

As he said the last word, he was fully engulfed in the warm heaven of your mouth once more. He shifted in his seat and barely managed to bite back the groan that rose in the back of his throat.

Nat tilted her head and arched a brow. "You sure you're okay. You don't look so good."

You chuckled. He knew this because the vibrations ran through his cock, making it twitch. "I'm fine." He handed her the paper. "I made some notes. See what you think."

Her attention was drawn to the paper and Clint clutched the edge of his desk as you swallowed all of him again. You sucked hard and bobbed your head making it evident you intended to get him off with his best friend standing on the other side of his desk. And damn if that wasn't a turn on all in itself. You worked him fast and hard using your mouth and tongue while one of your hands cupped his testicles. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

About thirty more seconds and he was coming whether he liked it or not. "Nat!" She looked up, surprised at the firmness of his tone. "Now's not a good time. I'll catch up with you in an hour." You squeezed him in your hand and he coughed. "Make that two."

She arched that brow and ran her eyes over him. Finally, she nodded with a smirk that told him she had a fairly decent idea of what was going on at the moment. "Sure, Clint." She hurried from the office and shut the door behind her just as Clint exploded in your mouth. He tried to pull away, to give you the chance to spit out his cum, but you held tightly to his thighs to prevent him from moving. Fuck.

Once you had drained him of every drop, you allowed him to slide his chair back. You followed him out from under the desk on all fours. You glanced at him through your lashes and smirked. Lipstick was smeared across your mouth and he was certain a fair amount had ended up on his dick.

He reached out and wiped a trace of cum from your lip with his thumb. "I think we better lock the door, sweetheart. I'm not even close to finished with you."