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Tristan hung up the phone, dejectedly. He had wanted to spend the night with Rory, but he was going to be stranded at work for a couple more hours. He picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hey, it's me. I've got some bad news."
"I'm gonna have to work tonight. The project I've been working on is not finished and it has to be done by tomorrow."
"I don't know." He sounded exhausted.
"How about I bring in something for dinner, we could eat at your desk." She suggested.
"That sounds great."
"Okay, I'll drop by after work."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for this."
"Don't worry about it. I know how important this is for you." She said with an understanding tone that comforted his nerves. "I'll see you soon."
"Knock knock." She said, walking in with a bag of food in her hand. He was at his desk typing. His tie had already disappeared and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, a sign that he was both stressed and planning on being here for a while. He turned around in his swivel chair to greet her.
"Oh, I don't deserve you." He said gratefully as she walked over to him. He kissed her hello.
"Probably not. What's the deal? All the lights were off, except yours. I take it that they all had lives?"
"Something like that." He took the food from her hand. "Smells good."
"Dig in." She said. "So what do you have left?"
"Just finishing off this proposal, but I've been typing so long I think I might be going blind." He said. "I don't know how you do it." Rory smiled.
"Lots of practice. I'll tell you what. You finish, I'll edit for you, that way we can get this done quickly."
"You don't have to do that." He said.
"No, I want to. Look at you, you've been trapped in this office for way too long. I don't mind, really." She sat down on the corner of his desk, crossed her legs and picked up the clipboard that held his notes. Tristan smiled as he leaned back in his big leather chair. "What?" She asked.
"You look like you could be a secretary." She glanced down at her pencil skirt and blouse. "It's kind of hot." She rolled her eyes.
"Gee Mr. DuGray, it's such an honor to work for someone as important and prestigious as you. If you need anything at all, I'd be more than happy to oblige." She batted her eyelashes and bent forward, clearly showing off her cleavage. She did that way too well. He laughed.
"Lose the bimbo voice and you've got a deal." She broke character and pointed to his monitor.
"Keep typing mister." She said, her voice stern. He went back to typing and she watched him work. She loved watching him concentrate. She could practically see his mind working and for some reason she thought it was terribly cute. She settled into the chair across from him and waited.
"I need a break." He said, stopping to whine for the second time of the night. Rory rubbed his shoulders.
"You're almost done." She said, trying to encourage him.
"My brain hurts." Rory smiled and kissed his forehead. "I need a stress reliever." He hinted as he raised his eyebrows.
"Right here at your desk?" She asked him teasingly.
"Yes please." He wasn't kidding.
"Tristan. Behave." She stared at him.
"I have been, it's boring." He said, never losing eye contact with her. "Not behaving is so much more interesting." He stood up and pressed her against the desk until she was practically sitting on it again.
"We can't." She was getting nervous, which meant Tristan was winning.
"Why? No one is here." He rubbed her lower back as he pulled her even closer to him.
"You've got work to do."
"And I've got plenty of time left to finish, but right now, I want to play." He said as he kissed her neck. She sighed. She couldn't compete with his charm. He was just as stubborn as she was, but he used his power for evil instead. "Tell me you aren't tempted to do something a little naughty tonight." He nipped at her collarbone. She had wanted to protest, but he hushed her with another kiss. "I'll make it worth your while."
"You really want to do this, don't you?" He nodded as he switched sides and began kissing the other side of her neck.
"You want it too." He mumbled against her skin. "I know you do." He pulled away and looked up at her with mischief glinting in his eyes. "Come on, it'll be fun." She stared at him, thinking it over. "Please?" With his smile, she caved.
"Chair or desk?" She asked him, giving in. He smiled wickedly.
"Desk." He said as he pushed the stuff off of it with one hand. She sighed as he began kissing her. Soon, she was carried away, lost in everything that was Tristan. Picking her up and laying her down on top of his desk, Tristan felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt. So much for reluctantly going along with this, he thought with a grin. He loved it when she took control of the situation. Losing the rest of their clothes, Tristan entered her swiftly. Rory gasped.
"Oh god." She said aloud. Tristan moaned at hearing her breathy sighs.
"You love this, don't you." He whispered in her ear, his own voice ragged and harsh. "You love being taken, ravaged on a desk." Rory moaned her reply as he kept the pace, never speeding up. "Prim and proper Mary, coming undone, losing control, in an office." She moaned louder and Tristan knew that she was close. He was only getting harder at the sound of her cries. Finally he let go, picking up the pace and relishing in the sensation of the hot juices that were dripping down their legs. Rory screamed as she thrust up into him one last time. Tristan followed almost instantly, falling on top of her. After he got up, Rory got a case of the giggles.
"What?" He asked, her laughter tugging on his own lips. She couldn't stop if she tried.
"I don't know." She managed to spit out in between laughs. Tristan watched her and chuckled to himself. He put his boxers back on and he sat back down in his chair. She continued laughing, naked on his desk, the experience filling Tristan's heart with so much joy he thought his chest would burst. She finally calmed down as she began to get dressed.
"Oh, don't." He pouted, getting obvious pleasure out of her being naked in his office.
"I'm not going to sit around naked." She said. "Hey," she said as he went back to work. Tristan stopped to face her. "Are you happy?"
"Yeah, I'm very happy." He said with a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Why?" He asked, aware that her questions always had reasons behind them.
"Just checking." She shrugged as she sat back down across from him again.