1. Claire & Jamal

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I look around the desks of our floor. It's late, and everyone has gone home for the night. I get lost in the settlement issue I've been working on, reviewing policy after policy.

It's not abnormal for paralegals to stay late, but I'm eager to get home. I walk into my boss's office to deliver today's work. I try to swallow my nervousness.

It's ridiculous. Sure, Jamal and I see each other every morning at the Starbucks on the first floor of the building, but that doesn't mean there's anything more between us. We've gotten to know each other while standing in line, and now we even order for each other when one is running late.

Somewhere in all the shared coffees and elevator rides to our office, casual conversation turned to flirting. But I'm sure it's just to kill the boredom. I'm sure he doesn't feel what I'm feeling, this electrical charge between us like two magnets trying to resist coming together.

We're just work acquaintances that share coffee and make a lot of HR-questionable jokes when no one else is around. Mr. Carter, I'm about to head home.

Do you need anything? As I hand him the paperwork, Jamal's fingers brush mine. It feels more like a caress than an accident.

He smiles as I blush. A shiver runs down my spine as I think of every long look he's given me in meetings. Every time his hand is brushed the outside of my thigh in the elevator, I swallow and bite my lip.

I could stay. Jamal walks around the desk and looks me over in full. I worry for half a second I've taken one of our jokes too far, or maybe I've mixed up an important document.

Instead, he takes a slow breath and glances at the clock. No one should be stuck here so late on a Friday. He takes a step forward, but I don't move, even though electricity ripples through me.

Being completely alone with him on our floor is tantalizing, but there's something else too. Some kind of danger and lust that knots my insides with hope. Jamal's eyes focus on my cleavage, then my lips.

I nearly pant. I want to see how he looks at me when I'm naked. Want to know how he feels against my body.

We should both leave, then. I take a step closer to him, unable to resist, and Jamal's hand brushes mine. I feel my legs shake and bite my lip as I slip my hand into his.

His hand closes around mine, warm and rough and right. In one swift move, he pulls my body against him. I'm pinned between him and the desk.

I moan, actually moan, just feeling his hard, sculpted body against every curve of mine. Before I can control my mouth, it slips out. Jamal, I want you.

He waits, as if I'm going to tell him I want him to stop. When I don't, he leans forward, his nose brushing mine before his lips graze my mouth. It's too soft to be a kiss, but my knees go weak anyway.

He kisses me again, tongue slipping in to taste me. I melt, warmth pooling low in my belly, and wrap an arm around his neck. Jamal knows just how to use his tongue to tease and explore in a way that keeps me hungry and eager for more.

And he definitely gives me more, as his hand strokes down my spine and cups my ass, dragging my hips against his, so I feel how hard he is. I'm not the only one enjoying this. His lips move to my throat, licking and nipping until my body hums with pleasure, and each touch makes me more sensitive.

Even my clothes rubbing against my skin drives me insane, and his grinding hips are testing my control. Don't stop. I beg as I pull at his suit jacket.

He finishes unbuttoning my shirt, fingers brushing against my breasts as he reveals the white, lacy bra that's barely holding my breasts in place. His lips and mouth continue along the inside of my shoulder as he pushes the straps of my bra over my skin, nearly jerking them down my arms so my breasts are freed. Yes, I've wanted this for so long.

The scratchy five o'clock shadow sets a fire in my core as his jaw brushes my breast. Then his lips wrap around one nipple, kissing and flicking his tongue against it until it's hard. Each of his teases push me closer and closer to the edge.

His hand goes to my other breast, palming it before pinching and circling my other nipple. My head arches back in response and I hold onto the desk as my knees nearly give out. I can feel how wet my underwear are.

I squirm and try to grab his belt. I need all of him, not just his teasing mouth. As if he can read my mind, his hand goes to my skirt and he drags it at my hips.

He groans deeply as his fingers find me wet and ready for him. Then two fingers slide in, curling at just the right spot to make me… Fuck, Jamal, right there. I want him so badly.

I've fantasized about him for months and that is nothing compared to this. I rub his bulge through his pants, then use my hands to undo his belt while I still have some sanity in my head. I tremble as I try to resist the urge to come.

I'm not ready for this to end and I don't want it to end without having all of him. As I drag his cock out of his pants and his slacks fall to the floor, his fingers lose their hold on me. He moans softly as I sink to my knees.

He's so big. I can't wait to have him. I lick from his balls to the tip of his cock.

His body shakes as he grips my hair hard, sucking the fingers that were just inside me. The view nearly undoes me right there. I use my mouth on his cock, exploring every inch of him with my tongue and my lips until he's thrusting into my throat.

Just as my lips pop free of it, he jerks me up and kisses me hungrily. You taste good. I want to feel you.

He turns me around and bends me over his desk. He tugs my panties to the side and teases me again with his fingers, slowly stroking my clit before sliding them deep inside me, curling his fingers against the spot that sends pleasure racing through me. Oh, you're so wet and tight, baby.

Please, please fuck me. Jamal thrusts into me hard, every inch of his hard cock deep inside me. My hands curl on the desk as my hips move against him.

He plunges deep inside me again and again, punctuating each thrust with a slap to my ass. The mix of pleasure and pain takes me so high that all I can do is meet his pace and moan. From the secret glances, to teasing, to this, I can't believe how good each move feels, like we've done it before.

I can't hold out, though. My pussy tightens around his cock. I come hard and drag him with me, feeling his body spasm as he finishes.

I laugh softly, still unable to believe this is actually happening. I look at him over my shoulder. Fuck, Jamal.

He grins at me, but there's still lust in his eyes. I bite my lip and look him over. I should stay late more often.