Putting in your overtime hours comes with some bonuses

“Hello, Sir. I wasn’t aware that you were putting in overtime on the special project tonight. So am I, did you want to maybe work… together?”

Becks was grinning as she leaned in the doorway of the intern conference room, striking a pose.

Somehow, you’d ended up getting convinced to stick around after work all alone. Eric had come back from lunch practically vibrating because he’d found out he was going to be a guest on a podcast alongside some big name in his manosphere space. He’d cut out right at the end of the work day, intending to go get a fresh haircut and spend the rest of the afternoon talking with his ‘girlfriend’ (you still weren’t sure if they were dating, or seeing each other, or what considering they were long-distance and avoiding labels) to brush up on all the latest news and talking points the audience would want to hear.

Gemma and Sabrina, meanwhile, had kissed you good night about a half hour after that when most of the office was empty. They were splitting up to head to their own apartments so they could get ready for their date, and then Sabrina was going to go pick up Gemma - you weren’t sure what Sabrina’s date plan was, since she was keeping it a secret, but you knew that she was probably going to spoil Gemma as much as possible. That set you up to need to compete, though, since your date night with Gemma would be tomorrow and you had a lot of brainstorming to do.

Becks had texted a little after that, checking if you were alone, and then she’d come up and sat with you for a while and helped you figure out where to take Gemma. She’d ended up being a godsend because, unlike you and your girlfriends, she’d lived in the city for a while and knew it way better.

Dinner had shown up as usual, Garrison somehow knowing that you were putting in extra hours but the others weren’t, and enough extra that Becks had plenty to eat as well. He was apparently still on his kick to introduce you and the others to a wide variety of foods so it had been Lebanese food that night.

Then, once you were done eating, Becks had taken a walk through the floor, and then up one, to check if anyone from the firm was still around. Judging by her re-entry to the conference room, the two of you were alone until the cleaners came later in the evening.

You took a deep breath and let it out, looking at Becks as she smiled and posed against the doorway. She’d worn a pretty blue and white dress that day for work, and while she was gone she must have taken off her bra and adjusted it somehow because where she’d been showing a tasteful, small amount of cleavage before she was now showing a deep swathe of her tan breasts along with her long, graceful neck.

“Becks, I honestly don’t know if I can do a whole thing tonight,” you said.

She sighed, shooting you a little smirk, and came fully into the room and around the conference table to you, hopping up to sit on it. “Gemma mentioned you might say that,” she said. “And Sabrina said that all you needed was the right amount of persuasion.” She pushed your laptop aside and slid over to be sitting right in front of you. “If you seriously tell me to stop I will, obviously. But I don’t think you want me to.” Becks had kicked off her heels and now she put her feet on either side of your legs on your chair. “And I’m telling you now, I’m not wearing panties. So… if you want a look, all you need to do is…”

You groaned and slid your hands up her smooth lower legs, feeling her warm skin under your touch. “Becks,” you sighed.

“Yes, Sir?” she answered, raising her eyebrow playfully as ‘Miss Lusty.’

“You realise how unfair it is to use ‘no underwear’ against me, right?”

“All’s fair in love and sex,” she grinned.

You slowly pushed the bottom hem of her dress up her thighs. “This might be the last time I do something like this,” you said. “My dick might literally fall right off. That’s how I feel right now. The mind is willing, the body is weak.”

“Well, if your dick does fall off I’ll just slip it in my purse and go get it stuffed by the best taxidermist I can’t find,” Becks smirked. “But I don’t think it will, so I won’t need to.”

You sighed, her dress having moved up her thighs enough to reveal that she’d been telling the truth - no panties, and her gorgeous pussy was staring right at you. So was she, still smirking as she watched your reaction.

“So, John,” she asked. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Holy fucking fuck,” Becks moaned, her tits mashed to the tabletop as you fucked her from behind. Her dress was a belt around her waist, pushed up over her ass and pulled down from her shoulders. You had her long, black hair bundled in your fist and she already had several hickeys on her stomach and the underside of her breasts from the time you’d spent kissing and licking her all over.

“Oh, Miss Lusty,” you growled. “I know you’re putting in so much extra effort right now, but I just don’t know if I can give you that promotion you were asking about.”

“Here, let me try to convince you,” she said breathily and started twerking on your cock.

You groaned, letting her do her thing for a moment and just revelling in the glory that was your life, and Becks’ part in it. The two of you weren’t in the intern conference room, you’d moved to the one where you, Sabrina and Gemma had spent all that extra time on the document sorting for Garrison’s case. Where the three of you had fucked in the office, and now where you were fucking Becks in the office too.

“God, this is so hot,” she moaned, looking out at the evening cityscape just like you were. “We should have done this way sooner.”

You pulled on her hair, leading her to stand up, and you let go to hug her around her chest with your hands landing on her tits. Then you buried your nose in her hair, inhaling the smell of her for a moment before nuzzling deeper and kissing the side of her neck. “Every time we do this, it’s dangerous,” you murmured. “And as much as I’m enjoying making use of this table, I’d much rather have you in a bed.”

“Mmm,” she groaned, closing her eyes. “Are you taking your slutty secretary home with you tonight, then?”

“I think I might be,” you said, slowly massaging her tits. “But seriously, sex now, not later. I can snuggle and we can do an actual Netflix and chill. I literally cannot manage a repeat showing tonight.”

“Then we better make this a good one,” she said with a grin, moving to lean back down against the table and spreading her arms above her head. “So pound my pussy and fill me up, John. Make me come on this big white dick.”

It kept happening mid-sex. You were struck again by the sheer wonders that had become almost commonplace in your life. Since when did those words, in that order, sound realistic?

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