Lovestruck || borusara

XX.

Sarada groaned as she repeatedly smashed the backspace key on her computer. With Suigetsu out on vacation, she had been assigned a swimming event (which she knew nothing about) and she was also having to work with an editor she wasn't as familiar with. The stress of which had her staying in the office much later than usual.

The sky had darkened and her colleagues had all left, but Sarada really wanted to make sure this draft was good. The more people within the Athletics Illustrated team that could vouch for her writing abilities and her willingness to accept edits and criticism the better.

She was so close to transferring to her dream job at The Konoha Times she could practically taste it.

A knock at her door stole her attention; she had been sure she was the last one in the office. When she looked up, Sarada was surprised to see Boruto standing there, a soft smile on his lips. "Hey, you."

"Hey..." Dark eyes flickered to the time on her computer. "Oh damn," she grumbled, it was much later than she realized. Boruto closed the door and in a few steps crossed the small room toward her desk.

"What are you doing working so late?" he asked as he stood behind her and peeked at her computer screen. Her lips parted to answer but a soft moan escaped instead.

"Ahh," she sighed as his thumbs kneaded the tension from her shoulders. "That feels so good."

His warm breath tickled her neck as Boruto leaned in to whisper against her ear. "I can think of a few other ways to make you feel good."

"I have a deadline for this piece," Sarada half-heartedly protested. Her eyes struggled to stay open, her body always so quick to surrender to his touch.

"When is it?"

"In two days."

He laughed softly as his hands continued to massage her tight shoulders. "Okay, well then maybe you need to take a break and look at it with fresh eyes tomorrow morning."

Her eyes blinked open as he reached past her shoulder to point at her screen. "Ooh does that one say 'Bolt Draft'?! Is that my story?!" Boruto asked excitedly, his finger hovering over the latest version of her article with the less than flattering angle.

Her breath caught in her throat as Sarada practically slammed her computer closed. "You're right! I need a break!"

Boruto didn't think much of her flustered response. He knew she was the type to not want to share half-finished work.

"Well, you're in luck because I know the best way to clear your stressed mind," he hummed as he began peppering kisses on her jaw and down her neck. With a sigh, her head tilted to the side to grant him better access.

"Yeah?" Sarada breathed as she pushed up from her desk and cast her chair aside. Yearning to feel more of him. His palms slipped over her waist. One hand ventured up, while the other ventured down, groping her over her clothes and inspiring arousal to stir deep in her core. Hot, opened-mouthed kisses against her racing pulse had Sarada trembling in his firm hold.

"Yeah," he purred against her ear, sending pleasant shivers up her spine. Sarada melted against him with a breathless sigh as his hand slipped into the front of her leggings. She could feel his firm length pressing against her bottom, the idea that he was just as eager for her was always so flattering. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his fingers circled her entrance before smearing her heady juices against her clit.

"I want you so bad right now," Boruto practically growled against her ear. The husky desire laced in his voice inspired goosebumps on her pale skin.

"Ugh!~ I want you," she moaned, her hips rocking against him as his slick fingers continued to massage her sensitive nub.