Ellie bundled the stack of files in the crook of her arm as she walked down the corridor towards Brendan’s office. It was the end of the day and nearly everyone had gone home, apart from a few stragglers. She knocked on the door, hearing the familiar sound of Brendan’s deep voice.

“Come in!”

Balancing the files, she pressed down on the cool, steel handle. But as she did, a file slipped from the top of the pile. When she tried to retrieve it, the door jerked open and she fell head first in to the office, files and papers sprawling across the floor.

“Oof!” she landed with a hard thump on her knees. She began to push herself up when she saw Brendan hurry over.

“Jesus, Ellie! Are you alright?” He took her hands and hoisted her up.

“I’m fine,” she shook the loose stands of hair out of her face, “Just slipped is all.”

“You sure?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ok.”

Ellie smiled meekly at him. She released her hands from his and rubbed her knees. A little sore but they’d be fine. Without a word she bent down to pick up the files strewn across the floor. A stray was wedged in the door, holding it open. She dislodged it and the door clicked shut. It was then when she felt two hands graze over her hips, gently rubbing over the polyester fabric of her pencil skirt and hips pressed firmly against her behind.

“Mmmm,” Brendan chuckled, “I love you bent over.”

Ellie bit down a giggle. They’d been playing around like this for weeks, her and her boss. She took a steadying breath, determined to play along. Slowly, she straightened up and turned, looking him square in his green, glinting eyes.

“Do you now, sir?” she tilted her chin up and held his gaze defiantly, “Unless you want to help me pick them up?”

His eyes flashed mischievously and ran all the way down her body.

“I’m fine just here, thanks. It’s a lovely view after all.” He smirked with a wicked, joking grin. Ellie playfully swatted his arm with a giggle and went to retrieve the rest of the mess, when Brendan took her wrist and pulled her back up, snaking an arm round her waist.

“Forget them.” He breathed against her lips before they descended down on hers. He cupped her face with his hands and Ellie melted against his toned body. Confident and commanding, his lips worked hers skilfully, only breaking apart to catch breath before coming down again. She wound her arms round his back, feeling her feet walk backwards with his until her back straightened against the wall.

His hips pressed against hers and she felt his arousal rock hard against her stomach. Kisses rained down on her neck and the base of her throat, a hand pinning both of hers above her head as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt, popping each button and peeling it wide open with his free hand.

The feel of his lips against the curve of her breasts sent her mind spinning and she arched her back, encouraging him to take more of her. A silent gasp laid heavy on her lips as he peeled back her bra, took her nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“Ooooohhh…” Ellie breathed as her nipples hardened under his flicking tongue. He hitched up her skirt, tracing up the length of her inner thighs. She ached and throbbed, the dampness in between her legs growing as he reached the band of her underwear and slid underneath. She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers began to work, circling at her centre, slowly stroking his fingers inside of her.

“You like that?” Brendan teased against her lips. Of course she did. Her hips rocked slowly against him, pleasure pulsing in between her thighs. She nodded wordlessly with hooded eyes. Satin smooth lips met hers again and she sighed softly in to his mouth, his dominance arousing her all the more.

“So wet…” He growled and in one move, he yanked down her knickers and rolled her skirt up over her hips. Ellie gasped and her eyes flew open. She was met with Brendan breathing ragged, his green eyes hungry and primal.

He let her arms go and she made quick work of his belt and zipper, took the condom he produced from his pocket and rolled it on. She needed him. Now. She grabbed at his shoulders and he lifted her off the floor, his strong hands cupping her bare behind.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, his strapping torso pinned her sturdily against the wall, her chest heaving against his and slowly, he sank inside her. Ellie groaned quietly, he legs quivering round him as she grew accustomed to him filling her. Brendan watched as her eyes closed and mouth opened, taking every inch of him. A low growl rumbled in his chest and he began to move, fast and steady.

The office filled with shallow breaths and muffled groans. Ellie clung to Brendan’s shoulders and raked her fingers through his mahogany coloured hair while he took her, hard and dominant. She happily surrendered to him as he clawed at her hips, crushing her waist against his torso, pawing over every inch of her. His gravelly moans in her neck sent shivers down her spine, heightening her arousal as they didn’t want anyone to hear them.

“Oh, fuck…” Brendan groaned as he thrust faster, hips slamming against hers. They panted against one another. Their moans and cries grew, grabbing rough fistfuls of the other’s clothes while they rocked towards the edge.

Brendan muffled his near roaring climax in Ellie’s breasts, pumping deep inside her, his breath grazing her skin in short, powerful bursts. The sound of his pleasure sent Ellie’s own climax shuddering down her spine and she bit in to his shirt to stop herself crying out.

Holding on to each other, Ellie felt Brendan’s feverish kisses at her neck. He let out a satisfied groan and she rocked against his hips, sated. Ellie ran her fingers through his hair and giggled as he continued to kiss her, very happy that she’d accepted Brendan’s request to work late that night.
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