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Office Love (WeirdWilly and samm1113)

Sam moans softly as she feels his hands exploring her body and she lets him touch where he pleases. When his trousers are off, her skirt is hiked up and she faces him, her legs on rudder side of his body. She feels his hand get knotted in her hair and she tightens her hands around his neck, moving her hips slightly as she feels them both get more and more excited.
 
William enjoys every movement of her lips and tongue, holding her tighter by her back and playing with her hair more aggressively. He can't help himself but start to grind against her panties, feeling how wet they are.

The thought that Sam is still his secretary flashes through his mind and for some reason makes him even more full of desire as he moves one hand down to her ass under her skirt and squeezes it. He grabs her panties and slides them down a bit, moving from her lips back to her neck and keeping one hand on the small of her back where the tips of her hair stop.

He stops for a bit to catch his breath, panting heavily against her neck.
 
Sam closes her eyes and relaxes against him, feeling herself get more and more wet as he grinds against her. She runs her hand down his bare chest as she catches her own breath, resting her head against his.

As he slides her panties down a bit she stands up and lets them fall to the ground before running a hand through his hair again, sliding back onto his lap, kissing the side of head lightly.
 
William pulls Sam back down to his lap, feeling her naked and moist loins on his own and letting out a deep sigh. He kisses her neck and moves his hands all over her back.

Suddenly, a knock on the door is heard, and William, his mood momentarily broken, immediately breaks his kissing, his eyes darting to the door.
 
Sam sighs softly as she feels his lips against her neck, her eyes closing and she smiles slightly. She tenses as she hears the knock and hops up, grabbing her bra and shirt, putting them on quickly as she struggles a bit. She pulls her underwear back on and heads over to her desk quickly, rubbing her head for a minute as she chews her lip.
 
Frustrated about the whole situation, William pulls on his shirt and buttons it as he tells the person at the door to come in. He sits in his chair with no pants on, his throbbing crotch concealed only by his desk. As William struggles to keep his face looking normal and focused, an employee comes in--it's Tim, a self-proclaimed Idea man who's never had one good idea.

Tim tells him the marketing idea he has, an idea that has no chance of being remotely effective, and William tries his best to perform one of his signature authoritative turn-downs, though it takes effort to keep his voice straight. He sends the broken-hearted Tim out.

"Umm, should we continue?" he asks Sam, chuckling and unbuttoning his shirt.
 
When Tim comes in, Sam makes sure her flushed face is hidden by the computer screen, she shifted in her seat, still wet and she bites her lip to stop herself from just outright groaning. When Tim leaves after sharing his business idea she lets out a small sigh and glances over at William. She let's out a small chuckle and lets her half buttoned shirt fall back as well, "if you're up for it," she teases and walks back over to him, sitting on the edge of his desk, right in front of him.
 
"Well, I think you can clearly see I'm up for it," William jokes, pulling her down on his lap. He removes her panties once again and only now realizes that Tim might've seen Sam's pantyhose on the floor, but he can't be bothered to think about it at the moment.

He holds her tightly and places his lips to hers as he inserts himself inside her, groaning as they become one. He does nothing for a few moments, enjoying the pressure of her insides and looking into her blue eyes. Clearing a strand of her hair, he is reminded of the tattoo she has behind her ear. He can't help but smile.
 
Sam lets out a small giggle as she is pulled back into his lap an her underwear is stripped from her. She wraps her arms around his neck as he slides inside her and closes her eyes, moaning softly as she adjusts to his size.

She looks back into his dark eyes and smiles, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. She lets out a small sigh and smiles, pulling away and looks up at him, moving her hips slightly and grinding with him inside her.
 
William groans as he feels her grind against him inside her, desire taking more and more steady hold of him. Taking tight hold of her around her back, he proceeds to match her grinding with his own, instinctively lifting his pelvis up to thrust a couple times. The sensation from just those few thrusts sends a jolt of pleasure throughout his body and he can't help but forfeit a moan.

He runs his hands all over her body, from her breasts to her back to her hair as he enjoys all of her being, all the while kissing her lips and neck.

"I'm close," he whispers in her ear, slightly out of breath.
 
Sam gasped slightly as she felt him start to thrust and let out her own groan, tightening her arms around his neck. She lets her fingertips run down his chest and through his hair, enjoying hm caressing her skin. She squeezes his arms lightly and moved her hips a bit faster.

As she heard his out of breath voice she groaned softly and nodded, "me too," she whispers and let's her nails drag across his back lightly.
 
Feeling the oncoming rush of orgasm, William hugs Sam tightly and glues herself to him. He thrusts a couple times and feels his pelvis throbbing with pleasure as all reason abandons him and he stares at her eyes.

However, a though flashes through his mind at that point. They've had sex yesterday and he came inside her. He is about to do that now--he isn't wearing any protection and he didn't ask her whether or not she's on the pill. As he is about to ejaculate, he reluctantly makes himself lift her up and pulls out, rubbing himself on her lower abdomen as he ejaculates with a loud moan, spraying some on her face and chest.
 
Sam meets his eyes and as he's thrusting she lets out a groan and closes her eyes her body tensing up completely as she feels herself cum. She breathes heavily as she feels his cock throbbing and knows he's just as close.

When he lifts her up she had thought she had done something wrong, too caught up in the moment and blinks a few ties in surprise as he cums on her chest. She breathes heavily as she looks to him and runs a hand through her hair softly, "wow,' she whispered softly and looks to him, "looks like you've made a little mess," she chuckles and bites her cheek softly.
 
William feels embarrassed after doing what he did, so he quickly takes a napkin from his table and starts to clean her up. "Yeah, but it would've been a bigger mess had I not done it."

After he cleans her up, his mind wonders a bit about their present situation, with her still sitting on him, undressed. He thinks how irresponsible and childish the whole thing was until now. He plants a soft kiss on Sam's lips.

"Sam, I don't want you to get the wrong idea about this or me. So, how about dinner, tomorrow night?"
 
Sam runs a hand through her hair and lets him clean her up quickly, letting out a small chuckle. As she sits on his lap, naked, she thinks about the consequences of someone walking in or press or anyone finding out about their.. thing.

She felt herself getting nervous, wondering what she was getting herself into, not wanting to hurt his name or anything. As he kissed her, she smiled slightly, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I would love too," she says softly and smiles at him, "now as much as I don't want to we should get dressed in case someone walks in," she murmurs and lets out a small chuckle.
 
"We handled Tim pretty well," jokes William. He reluctantly stands up together with her and gets dressed, noticing that their work day is almost over. He remembers that he has some work at home, but his euphoria about her accepting his invitation wards off any annoyance.

Dressing quickly, he watches her put on her clothes with fascination. As she flips her hair to put on her shirt, the thought that Sam is quite beautiful strikes him--a thought that up until then only vaguely circulated his mind.

He sits back down at his desk and, now being able to concentrate slightly more, tries to do as much of his remaining work as he can.
 
Sam laugh, "I guess you can say that, as long as he didn't glance behind the deal and saw you pants less and my pantyhose on the floor," she teases and zips up her skirt, smoothing it out. She walks back over to her desk as sits down, running a hand through her hair softly.

She logs back onto her computer and now that she was feeling a bit better got much more of the reports done, almost finishing by the time the days over, and know if she'll have little to do tomorrow.

As she notices the time she starts organizing things up, getting out files needed for tomorrow and checking for any meetings or interviews. She tucks some hair behind her ear, "don't forget tomorrow you have an interview with the paper" she says as she logs out and stands up.
 
After they are done with work, William goes home satisfied and fulfilled with the memory of their goodbye kiss. He tries to keep it professional as they leave but doesn't worry too much as nobody seems to have noticed anything yet. He goes straight home--he never was much of a 'go out with friends' kind of guy, and he had some work to finish.

Sipping his coffee, he is interrupted in his work by thoughts of Sam and their experiences, fearing that this isn't just some innocent crush. Sending out most of his emails, as it is quite late, he gets into bed, comforting himself that he needn't really prepare much for the interview tomorrow. After all, he'd grown up giving interviews.

Looking at his cellphone, he debates whether or not to send Sam a message, but his fatigue overwhelms him as drifts off into slumber.
 
Sam heads home herself, sighing as she gets into her small apartment she shares with her roommate and best friend Jess. Jess was the only person she told about William and she knew that Jess wouldn't tell a soul. As soon as Sam got home she spilled everything to her best friend. They had dinner, picked out an outfit for her little dinner date and soon enough Sam had fallen asleep, ready for the next morning.

In the morning, Sam woke up and got dressed quickly, luckily having a ride to work. She wore a purple dress today, her hair up in a professionally looking messy bun. The dress hugged her sides and was slightly past finger tip length. She wore no pantyhose today, just black heels. She got to work on time, holding a coffee for each of them and her usual binder, as she walked into the office and up to his desk.
 
The next morning William dressed in another one of his dozen suits, each a slightly different shade of grey. He drove himself to work repeating some facts he thought he'd need for the interview. He hadn't told anyone about Sam yet, not that he had many people to tell. Success carried a dose of loneliness along with it, and he didn't trust any of his 'friends' with that kind of information just yet.

He got to work a bit early and gained a head start on some of his emails, checking a few angry posts about late answers yesterday.

When Sam appeared at the door, he took in her appearance with a grin. He stood up and went around the desk to take his coffee, hugging her so that he squeezed her ass and then dragged his hands down her upper thighs as he took the cup.

"You look nice," he said. And she did, much nicer than he remembered her in the exact same pose two days ago, drenched and disheveled.
 
Sam smiled and placed her cup down, kissing his cheek softly, "why thank you, so do you," she says and chuckles, tucking some hair behind her ear. "You look very professional for your interview," she smiles and grabs her cup, walking over to her desk, giving him a teasing smile, "the paper will be here in a half hour," she says and chuckles.

She was in such a better mood today, her eyes were shining brightly, and a smile played on her lips. "Did you have a good night?" she asks as she finishes up the few reports she had left, glancing over at him and raising her eyebrows.
 
"I had short night," he answered her, trying a tired grin, "had to work late." It warmed his heart to see her smile, as he didn't remember her doing that often before their hook up. She always seemed to reserved and quiet, and the teasing smile she had just given him made him see her much more sexual.

Half an hour passed and, answering one more email, he stood up and put on his suit jacket. He wasn't nervous--he had done this kind of thing countless times, but still he had an inexplicable feeling of not wanting to do it. He walked over to Sam's desk and, fanning his arms out, asked her: "This look good enough?"
 
Sam smiles and looks up at him, "yes," she says and stands up, fixing his crooked tie, "perfect now," she says and hears a knock on the door. "That will be them," she says and stands up, opening the door with a smile and inviting the interviewer in.
"Hi I'm Nancy! It's great to meet you," she says and walks over to you, holding out a hand. Sam walks back over to her desk and gives him a reassuring smile, sitting down and growing silent as Namcy begins the interview.
 
"Hello, Nancy, I'm William" he said "and do you look nice today." He winked at Sam, the joke being that Nancy looked like a monkey cross-bred with a sloth.

"Oh, why thank you," Nancy said. Within minutes he was making short work of her, being well experienced with journalists--you needed to make sure they liked you enough so as to not botch anything you said. The interview was over in a mere fifteen minutes, with William giving most answers without any stuttering or much thought.

After Nancy left he walked over to Sam and asked her, "How did I do?"
 
Sam shook her head slightly as he winked at her and got a lot of work done within the fifteen minutes. She smiles up at him and leans back in her seat, "you did well," she says softly, "you avoid personal questions very well," she teases, noticing how he always turned the question towards work.

"You're a natural at it, but I expected that, you must have given plenty of interviews before," she says and chuckles. "Now if you'll excuse me boss, I have work to do," she smiles and turns towards her laptop with a small giggle.
 
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