“When am I going to spend my vouchers?” she said, casting paper plates into the recycling bin. “I’ll be able to buy a whole winter wardrobe at this rate.”
I gave her a smile. “Whenever you want. Rick will love that.”
“And you,” she said. “Mr Suave.”
I gathered up the last of the streamers, dumped them in the bin. Finally the place looked respectable, respectable enough for a regular clean at the weekend.
“Weekend calling,” I said, and Katie downed the rest of her drink, tossed the plastic flute in the recycling.
She moved back to her old desk, dropped into her seat, and spun around and around as she laughed.
“That’s probably not the wisest move,” I said, and stopped her.
She stared up at me with a grin. “Spoil sport. I’m just saying goodbye.”
“I don’t want a sick-splattered car, thank you very much.” She poked out her tongue and I pinched it. “This isn’t the end,” I said. “You’ll be back on Monday, the marketing suite is only downstairs.”
“But it’s the end of all this.” She gestured to the room. “Of us working together.”
I shook my head. “I’ll still be involved, Katie, this is still my programme.”
“Yeah, but still,” she said. “You know what I mean.”
I did know what she meant, but I didn’t say so.
She reached up for my tie, smoothed it down. “I won’t be able to perv over you anymore.”
“You’ll have to get your fix in the mornings.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Do they have any hot studs in marketing?”
I pretended to think about it. “Maybe one or two. If you like redheads in heels.”
Her fingers wrapped around my tie, pulled me down as she smiled.
“What?” I said.
“We were interrupted. I didn’t get the rest of my kiss.”
“You can get it at home.”
But she shook her head. “It’s a celebration, I want it here, where we’re celebrating.”
I kissed her quickly, but her fingers tangled in my hair, and her breath was warm. She held me to her, and her lips opened against mine, her tongue needy and demanding.
My resolve crumbled, and I kissed her back. Between us the chair was pushed away, and she was in my arms, hitched onto the desk, her ankles hooking my legs, her fingers on my belt.
“Wait,” I said. “Rick.”
“I want you in the office,” she said. “I’ve wanted this since day one. I’ve wanted this every day from day one.”
And so had I. Fuck how I’d wanted to take her at her desk since day one.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, but her lips were still hungry for mine, her fingers already inside my boxers to wrap around my cock,
“We’ll make it up to Rick when we get home,” she said. “We can suck him off together, you and me. He’d like that.”
So would I. My dick twitched.