We redressed in silence, each of us too winded for words. Her hair was a mess, hanging around her face in chunky waves. My cock was slick with our combined juices, and I reached for a tissue to wipe it off. Climbing back into my underwear and then my pants, I hid the evidence.
It was a wild ride, one that I hadn’t been prepared for. I was pleased to know I could rise to the challenge and make her think twice about coming to see me again. She turned around when she was finally clothed and sat back down where she had been when it all started.
Her clothes were wrinkled. There was no denying what we had been up to. I put a hand on her thigh and squeezed lightly. She licked her lips. After five long minutes, she pressed her eyes closed.
“Wow,” she said.
I grinned. “Did that meet your requirements?”
“Oh yes.” Her voice was hoarse. I patted myself on the back mentally for a job well done. I would like to see Damien or Sean ride her that rough.
She reached down to put her shoes back on and finally climbed off the desk. We left the surface in disarray. My mouse was on the floor, and there were papers everywhere. She grabbed my tie again, proving that she wasn’t as delicate as I previously thought.
Kissing me deeply, she left me wanting more. I thought with a few minutes and half a bottle of water, I could be ready to go again. But there was work to do. I had clients to see and emails to answer. It was one glorious hour of an otherwise average day.
“Get back to work,” she said as if she were the boss, and I was just an intern.
I watched her leave, stunned. I thought that I was the champion, but she clearly had me beat. Licking my lips, I tasted her musk. It was then that I realized exactly what it was that I had signed on to.