I closed the door behind me and locked it, then went right over to her, pulling her into my arms.
"Finally," I said, my eyes moving hungrily over her face and body. "Why aren't you in the conference call?"
"It's just for the editors," she said. "Us lowly editorial assistants don't get invited."
"Lucky for me," I replied. "You are a sight for sore eyes."
I kissed her, not giving her a chance to offer a saucy reply. We kissed deeply, her arms sliding around my neck. She pressed her body against mine, her groin finding mine and feeling my erection. I slid my hands down her back to her buttocks and then slipped a hand under her dress, lifting the hem and running my hand up her thigh to her ... her naked buttock.
She wasn't wearing panties.
"Oh, God," I moaned against the skin of her neck. "What you do to me..."
I slipped my fingers around to her pussy and slid them between her lips to feel her wetness.
"I need to fuck you right now," I said, pulling back, my eyes meeting hers. "Right here on the table."
She didn't hesitate and helped me pull off her dress. She wore a black lace bra and I managed to remove it in no time, burying my face in her magnificent breasts while I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks. I lifted her up onto the table and she spread her legs wide so I could see her beautiful folds.
I knelt between her thighs and covere
d her pussy with my mouth, licking and sucking her clit and slipping my fingers inside her body. She rested her legs on my shoulders and leaned her head back, her mouth open.
Soon, her breathing became shallower and a flush spread up from her chest to her neck.
"I'm going to come," she murmured. I kept up my tongue's motion on her clit and was rewarded with the sight and sensations of her orgasm, her body clenching around my fingers, her thighs shaking.
When she pushed my head away, I stood and slid the condom I had tucked into my jacket pocket over my erection and then I entered her slick wetness, groaning from the sheer pleasure. We kissed briefly and then I started thrusting inside of her, enjoying the sight of her breasts moving with each thrust.
"Touch yourself," I said, meeting her eyes. "Make yourself come again."
She slid her hand down to her clit and stroked it while I thrust. While she did, I bent forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it before moving to the other.
After a few moments, her eyes became drowsy and she leaned her head back. "I'm going to..."
I thrust harder, knowing that she was close. I wanted to time our orgasms so that we came at the same time, and when I felt her body clenching around me, I was almost there.
"Oh, fuck, fuck..." I groaned as my own orgasm began. I thrust through it, the pleasure blinding.
Finally, when my ejaculations subsided, I leaned over her, kissing her tenderly.
"That was fantastic."
She smiled, her eyes still closed. "It was."
I pulled out and removed the condom, tying it off and wrapping it in some tissue from my jacket pocket. I didn't want to leave it in the garbage can, so I tucked it back into my jacket pocket.
"We don't want to leave evidence of our indiscretion lying around."
She smiled and pulled on her bra, then after I finished zipping and buckling up, I helped her on with her dress. She smoothed her hair and then ran her fingers through mine.
"That's better. No one would have the slightest inkling that you'd just got laid in the photocopy room."
"Good. I have a reputation to maintain," I said with a chuckle. "Now, I better go, or someone will try to get into the room and we'll be discovered."
We kissed briefly, and I unlocked the door and checked the hallways. Luckily, they were empty and so I left the floor, saying goodbye to Sarah on my way to the elevator.
"Is everything okay, Mr. Macintyre?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.