head as she felt his lips on her butt. “Yes.” She breathed as he massaged her there, drawing circles with his tongue. She felt a draft of air as he paused.
Just when she was going to turn around to check what was going on, she felt his penis on her as, hard and throbbing. He rubbed it against her, shoving her harder and harder against the desk until she was practically begging for it. Finally, he penetrated her, sending a shock of pleasure throughout her entire body. Macy grabbed the front edge of the desk as her grunts and moans intertwined with the sounds of about a billion printing presses working at the same time. Her legs trembled in ecstasy as he reached for her hair, pulling it back and stretching her neck taught. It was a beautiful release, being able to just have almost-meaningless sex in the midst of everything that was happening.
As she thought of this, she felt her gut drop. She curled her toes, her eyes opening wide as she felt him thrust harder and harder into her. She could hear the slapping of their bodies hitting against each other; their moans and grunts combining in a glorious sexual symphony.
“I’m coming!” he roared.
Macy gasped as her entire body fell into itself and she lost feeling in every part of her except for that small space in between her legs. She bit her lips so hard, she was almost certain she felt blood seeping into her mouth as he withdrew his penis and began to rigorously stroke himself. Soon enough, she felt the warmth of his seed on her back, timed almost perfectly with a deep, guttural sigh; one so sexual, it made Macy want fuck him all over again right then and there.
She climbed off of the desk and turned to look at him, catching him just as he was pulling his boxers and jeans back up. He stopped his hands freezing over his button, as if he had sensed her gaze.
Macy gulped as Jason stared at her, his eyebrow raised. “Yes?” he asked, the excitement in his voice almost palpable.
Startled, she shook her head and looked away, occupying her mind with finding all of her garments, but she had only just spotted her panties when he reached over to her, lifting her chin so that she was facing him. “I know you’re a afraid to say it, but that was great… and I’d like to do it again some time.” He planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Against her own best judgment, Macy melted into his embrace once more.
Luckily, it ended before she could find herself admitting to sentiments she was barely sure existed in the first place.
“Do you want to get a sub with me?” he asked as he glanced at his watch. “I think it’s just about lunchtime.”
Macy’s eyes went wide. She was nowhere near ready to start dating another human being again. Besides, as she got a good look at Jason, she couldn’t help but to think of how boring he was. He sat in the cubicle next to her for Christ’s sake. There was no way she was going to be able to give up her fantasies of a crazy writer husband for… Jason. So she sucked in a deep breath and shifted her gaze away from him, instead occupying herself with making sure she didn’t look like she had just had sex.
She smoothed her hair over and smiled at him. “That could be cool, but I have that meeting I told you about,” she replied, absolutely certain that she was doing a terrible job of lying to him.
He nodded slowly. “Right. Of course.” He replied, although he knew she hadn’t ever told him about a lunch thing of any kind.
Macy could tell by the way that Jason smoothed over his shirt and ushered her out of the room; by the slight tremble in his hands and dark look in his eyes, that he knew she was going through great pains to reject him without rejecting him.
Chapter Three
Since there had never actually been a lunch thing in the first place, Macy had to think fast when she got back to her cubicle. She smiled at Jason as he sat down in front of his desk, then quickly gathered all of her things, struggling to continue to look