3. Claire & Jamal

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A familiar deep voice says from beside me at Starbucks, I look over and see my boss, Jamal, in a suit that clings to him. His eyes meet mine, and he winks. As he walks by, the back of his hand brushes against mine.

I feel a shiver spread over my body. Jamal and I have been seeing each other for three weeks now. He hands me a coffee with my name on it and clears his throat, motioning to the elevator.

I feel myself blush in response. We've been keeping our relationship away from work until we're ready to tell HR, which means every elevator ride together has me curling my fingers into my fists so I don't touch him. I notice his smirk and the way he taps his foot impatiently.

More than ever, I know what Jamal has to offer, and having to wait drives me insane and apparently drives him insane too. I like our nights where he cuddles me close, rubs the tension out of my shoulders, kissing me gently. I like the way he flirts at work, the barely-there looks and dirty texts right before group meetings.

Like the one I see when I sit down at my desk, telling me we're going to be having a closed-door meeting today with the devil emoji face. We haven't ever tried something at work. Still, I can't say I'm not excited.

I adjust my skirt and carry the proposed contract for a new business partner into his office. Sure, it's a ruse, but it gives me a reason to be there. I shut the door behind me and set the files on his desk.

Jamal looks them over, then motions me forward with a finger. I smirk, despite my eagerness to obey. We could get in trouble doing this at work, sir.

It doesn't phase him. I walk to him and he stands, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to kiss me hard and deep. I groan and fist his shirt in my hands.

How can he make me this horny with a kiss and a text? It's not fair. I suck his tongue and press my body against his as he slips his hand down to my ass and spanks it hard.

His cock hardens against me and I groan. Jamal tells me how badly he wants me, that he can't wait to have me. It's like he's reading my mind.

I rub his cock through his pants as he smiles. We both know what this meeting is about and I'm more than happy to get right down to business. Jamal sits and tries to pull me down on top of him, but instead I sink to my knees, crawling under his desk.

He groans as I undo his belt and slacks. He's hard and thick for me already. I take him in my mouth, licking and sucking the way I know he likes.

His fingers slide into my hair, gripping hard as I lick across the head of his cock. He shivers and nods, telling me what a dirty girl I am. I love it.

I take him as deeply as I can until I gag. Then the door opens. Hey Jamal, do you have a minute to go over this legal fine print? A male voice asks.

I freeze, his cock deep in my throat, my tongue against his shaft. His hand pulls from my hair and curls on his knee. His foot bounces.

I'm sure that Jamal is as nervous as I am. We can't be found like this without a hard rubber man from HR, and that's if we keep our jobs. Jamal tries to get the guy to leave, and I know I should wait.

I know how dangerous this is, but I can't resist. My tongue moves around his tip, and his hand tightens in my hair. I move slowly, bobbing on his cock as I take him all the way down, then up again.

Every time he tries to talk, he clears his throat, until he makes an excuse about allergies. I can't believe he's still able to hold a conversation. I go harder, deep-throating him and sucking on his cock while still trying to be quiet.

We can do this later, Jamal growls, voice low and husky. Feel better, Jamal, the guy says. When the door shuts, Jamal groans loudly.

He doesn't make any attempt to keep his composure now. He thrusts into my throat while telling me how naughty I am and how much I deserve to be punished for pushing the limits. He pulls my chin up until I have to rest my hands on his thighs to balance myself.

He claims my mouth again, then grabs my ass and pulls me onto his lap so I can feel his cock against me. I grind on him, needy. When his hands loosen on me, I stand and edge my nylons down slowly, following with my underwear.

He grabs my hips and hoists me onto his desk, clearing the paperwork to the side. I pant as he wraps his arms around my legs and pulls me so I feel his cock against my dripping wet pussy. The phone rings and he slams his hand down on it, clearly frustrated.

Grabbing himself across my pussy, he watches my face and motions to my shirt. I'll do anything to get him inside me. I unbutton it slowly, earning an inch of his cock each time I free a button.

He groans and slides all the way into me as I pull my breasts out of my bra. My back arches and I cover my mouth with my hand. The room outside the office has phones ringing, people talking, the fax machine going, but someone would definitely notice a moan.

I nearly bite through my lip as he fucks me harder. He bites my shoulder, silencing himself as he increases the pace. It's so intense, so desperate and naughty.

Knowing the door isn't locked makes it even more kinky. Oh god, I'm close. Seeing how unprofessional he is at work all because he needs me now just gets me hotter.

My pussy tightens around him and I try to meet each thrust, even with my legs up in the air. He groans and roughly grabs my skirt, keeping me close as he drives into me like a wild animal. It undoes me.

I come hard as his nails dig into my thighs. My body spasms and I bite my lip to keep from screaming out loud. Jamal follows, coming deep inside me as his hips spasm and he watches me with a dangerous look in his eyes.

His phone rings again and he rolls his eyes, as if he suddenly remembers that we're at work during the work day. I start doing up Jamal's slacks and his belt as he adjusts my shirt and redoes my buttons. He slides my underwear and nylons back up my legs, then pulls me close to drag my skirt over my thighs.

I squirm. Jamal winks at me as he walks me to the door with a folder in my arms again. I don't mind our relationship being kept a secret if it stays this hot and this intense.

An hour before the end of the day, I get a text from Jamal. I pull out my phone under my desk and read it carefully. You're staying late tonight.

Hope you brought a change of clothes.