Meetings. Are there less productive ways to waste company time? I might be hard-pressed to find one at this point. This is the third one today. About nothing. To change nothing.

The only good thing about sitting in this one is Chris' presence. Guess he couldn't get out of it. It's been a few weeks since our road trip adventure and it's like it never happened. Which is cool, actually. I look over at him and see his beautiful face contorted into annoyance. He looks my way and shows me some candy shapes on his phone screen. 'I lost,' he mouths and rolls his eyes. I feel myself getting warm. He has that effect on me. Meeting adjourned.

'So was there a subliminal message in that one?' I ask Chris, as we leave the room.

'Yeah, you didn't get it?' he replies. 'I'll get Lucy to clear your afternoon so you can go again.'

'Don't you dare!' I slap his arm. He laughs.

'Suit yourself. If you wanna be the only one on the floor who isn't in on the subliminals, that's your business.' He stops walking and turns to face me. 'I guess that's just how you were raised.'

'You know?' I respond shaking my head, 'I hate that I'm gonna have to kill you now.' Chris laughs and pulls his phone from his front pant pocket.

'Better get in line,' he speaks as he texts something to someone. 'I'm on everyone's kill list this week.'

'Well, you probably deserve it.' 

'Thanks, Laurel. Good looking out.' He laughs as we continue down the hall. 'We need to get together this afternoon, too. Don't forget.'

'We do?' I ask. I don't remember him mentioning this earlier?

'Yeah,' he nods and continues, 'the budget proposals?'

'Oh crap! I forgot!' I slap my forehead. How could I forget the damn budget? Actually, I'm quite aware of how I forgot about it. I hate it. Anything involving numbers and math gets shoved into my brain's abyss and left there to die.

'Your aversion to math is unsurpassed.'

'Shut it,' I reply. We reach my office so I turn to go in. 'I'm gonna order lunch. You want anything?'

'I'm good. I brought a lunch.' He starts down the hall, turns around and says, '4 pm. My office. Bring the spreadsheets.'

'Yes, sir.' I salute him and walk over to my desk to check emails and review the variety of menus in my top right drawer.

I hit the print command for the third time with the same result. Nothing. How am I supposed to bring him spreadsheets if I can't even get the stupid printer to work? I stop and remind myself that I can email them. Chris has a printer. If he needs hard copies, maybe he'll have better luck. I start collecting the required meeting supplies and walk toward my office door.

'Hey!' Chris,' head peers in. 'You ready?'

'Yep, just grabbing...' I stop talking as I watch him walk in and close and lock the door behind him. 'What're you doing?' I ask curiously.

'Trying to conduct a meeting,' he smiles as he starts toward me.

'In here? I thought we were meeting in your office?' I walk around my desk, toward him.

'There's a lot of people on that end of the hall. I didn't want your math rage scaring them.' He smiles as he reaches for my blouse and uses it to pull me closer to him.

'So, no budget meeting?' I ask as I let him.

'Nope. I submitted the budget last week.' He smiles knowingly.

'You motherf,' I'm interrupted by his warm, encapsulating mouth. He's kissing me hard. With need. I can feel his dick hardening already.

I return his enthusiasm and undo his pant button. He gently pushes me to my desk and uses it to hold me in place. He's grinding himself into my groin and I think I might explode! God, I want him!

He unbuttons my blouse while I slide my pants and panties down. He kisses me again. His tongue in my mouth. His left hand caressing my right breast. His right hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair. I need him inside me. Now.

He must be thinking the same thing. He kisses my neck while turning me away from him. My ass is in his groin now. His hands are cupping both breasts and lightly squeezing both nipples.

He gently but assertively leans on my back to bend me over. Oh my god, yes!

'Step back a bit,' Chris speaks as he pulls my hips toward him. I comply, anticipating the pleasure I'm about to experience. 'Grab your desk,' he commands. I obey. I reach for the other side and grab.

He uses his hand to guide his dick in. My knees weaken for a split second. Oh my god! He thrusts to get his dick in further and I can already feel an orgasm building.

'Oh god, yes! Just like that,' I half-moan, half-whisper. He grabs my hair and urges me to a standing position. He uses his free hand to massage my clit while he continues thrusting his amazing dick, in and out. 'Fuck!' I think that may have been louder than it should have been.

'Ssshhh,' Chris chuckles. Still thrusting. Still massaging. I'm about to come and he knows it. He uses the fist full of my hair to guide my face to his. 'You can come now,' he permits as he puts his mouth on mine and starts kissing me hard just as an involuntary scream was about to escape.

I feel my knees give out. I feel my thighs shake. I feel my chest pounding. I hear my heart beating. I hear ringing. Then Chris' muffled voice.

'That must've been a good one!' he whispers. I lean my head back on his shoulder.

'Holy shit, dude,' I try to remember to whisper. 'I forgot where I was.' I kiss his mouth and stand straight. I turn my body to his.  I gently push him toward the guest chair and gesture for him to sit. He does. 'Your turn.' I sit on his lap, facing him. His tongue is immediately on my nipple. I grab his dick and guide it inside me. He grunts and kisses me. His right hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back. His left hand is squeezing my right breast. I try to keep the moans silent. Am I panting? 

His thrusts are getting harder. Less timed. Less controlled. He leans back in the chair as he rearranges his hands to guide my hips. Faster. Harder. I hear his breath catch. I'm about to come again.

'Fuuuck,' he moans, face contorted. His thrusts stop as his body shakes with mine.

I'm not sure how long we've stayed in this position but I think it's been more than a few seconds.

'Oh my God, Chris.' I speak first. I try to stand up.

'Whoa, what're you doing?' Chris stops me.

'We have to get dressed. Someone could come in or hear us or something,' I smile while I talk. He has that effect on me.

'Well I mean, give it a second.' He indicates his groin. Out of nowhere, he raises a brow and asks,  'Something?'

'What?' I ask. I'm kissing his neck.

'You said come in or hear us or something. What the hell is something?'

I stop and look at his face. 'I will hop right off this dick, don't think I won't.' I warn smiling. He laughs and grabs me.

'No, no, no.'  He holds me in place. He kisses me. He gently holds my head in his hands, kisses my nose softly and says, 'Ok, might be safe to stand up now.'

I laugh quietly and start locating items of clothing.

'This is becoming a habit,' Chris says as he buttons his shirt.

'No, it isn't. It's more of a once in a while,' I argue playfully while I look for my other shoe.

'Then it needs to become a habit.' He smiles, as he points to its location.