“I should go back to my desk.”
His hands moved down to where her blouse was tucked into her skirt. He began pulling her blouse out, sliding his hands in between the fabric, his fingers touching the bare skin of her hip.
“Don’t leave just yet.” His mouth was against her ear, warm breath that tickled and aroused her senses.
“I can’t stay. Not now.”
“Stay.” His voice was insistent, hungry. “Let me make it all up to you.”
“How?”
She wanted him to show her, and so he began. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the desk, and she lay back onto it.
Red pushed the papers and books and little awards statues off the side of the desk, and they clattered to the floor.
Nicole’s legs were wide open as he thrust his hips against her, his nostrils flaring.
Her blouse was a button up little number, and he reached down to her shirt and began unbuttoning them one by one. First, her breasts were revealed, then her stomach. He admired her body as she lay there.
Red placed a hand on each leg and then ran his hand all along her leg, up her thigh, pushing the skirt up to her waist. As one hand moved slowly up the top of her thigh, his other swept up her stomach and to her breasts, slid under her bra and began playing with one nipple.
Next he was kissing her firmly on the mouth, his tongue exploring, reaching. Nicole felt the heat building between her legs as he stimulated her body with his nimble fingers. She arched into him and grabbed his belt buckle.
“No,” he said. He took her by the wrist and pinned her arm over her head as she lay across the desk. Then he grabbed her other wrist and pinned that above her head too. He pressed his body against hers and she could feel his hardness through his pants, rubbing against her wetness.
“I want you inside me,” she begged, writhing beneath him.
“I want your panties off,” he replied, and let go of her right wrist long enough to tear her little black panties off of her. With her skirt hiked up to her hips, the air of the room was cool against her nude lower half.
“I’m so wet.”
“Let me taste for myself.” He let go of her completely and dropped down, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Red engulfed himself in her warmth.
Nicole moaned and thrashed, so close to orgasm, wanting to have one, but also wanting to put if off. She couldn’t stop herself from finishing though--Red’s mouth and tongue were masterful, playing all the right notes on her instrument.
She bucked and thrust against his lips, and he pressed his tongue to her nub, flicking it endlessly while she cried out in ecstasy.
Finally, she was spent. Red stood up, grinning. “That must have alleviated some tension, Nicole.”
She climbed off his desk as he straightened his clothes. Nicole buttoned her shirt and pulled her skirt down, adjusting her clothing self-consciously. “I can’t believe we just did that in your office.” She glanced to the enormous picture window and her eyes went wide with terror. “Your window. Anybody could have seen in—the paparazzi, anyone!”
“Relax,” he laughed, picking up his martini and having another sip. “The window is tinted, nobody can see in. I’m not a complete fool.”
“Oh.” Nicole sighed, relieved. “So now I suppose I go back downstairs and pretend everything’s normal, even though nothing is.”
Red came and put his arm around her, kissed her on the forehead. “Just be yourself. You’re a hard worker. You’re very smart and skilled. Nothing’s changed any of that. Don’t let them make you ashamed of who you are.”
She nodded, not entirely convinced, but still feeling better than she had a few minutes ago.
“Thanks,” she said, “for the pep talk and…the other thing.”
“Anytime. And I mean that.” He walked to the side of his desk and started picking up the papers and things he’d swept to the floor.
“Let me help you,” she said.
“No,” he waved her off. “Back to work. Go. Go.”
And so she went, after first giving Red a quick kiss on his clean shaven cheek. Feeling oddly naughty, but also rejuvenated.
As she rode the elevator down, Nicole started to get a little angry at the way her coworkers had treated her today. Who were any of them to judge her? Nobody had even bothered to actually ask her what had happened or get her side of the story. They’d simply decided she was a gold-digging tramp getting special privileges because of her affair with Red Jameson.
So what if she’d gotten hired to an entry-level position without “paying her dues” the way everyone else did? That kind of stuff happened all the time in business, and at least Nicole was a hard worker, willing to learn and grow.
Nicole decided to tackle Remi’s treatment of her head on, striding out of the elevator and right to her boss’s office. The door was closed so she knocked twice, emphatically.