The Best Man's Speech

13: Little Games

A/N: Sorry for not publishing last Thursday. I was busy at work. I can't publish two chapters today, but you do get this chapter.

✵ JAMES ✵

I walked into my office and stared at Lyra who was too busy arranging documents into their right files. "Feel better?" I asked her, approaching her from behind her.

She nodded before turning around to face me, "Thank you." I watched the warm smile rise on her face as I held her close against me. Leaning down to reach her face, I pressed my lips against hers, taking in the taste of the pink anatomy against mine.

"Stop." She randomly announced, pulling away from me. I looked back at her confusingly, not understanding why she asked me to stop. It's not like we haven't done this before. "There are still people here." She elaborated, making me nod my head in understanding before pulling my reluctant body away from hers.

"Let's call it a half day?" I suggested, so badly wanting her body around mine as I made love to her all through the night, I mean rest of today.

"As much as I would love that, we still have work to do and deadlines to meet." She said, moving towards me with several folders in her hand. "And as much as I want you right now, I can't let that happen right now, right here." I watched her place a quick peck on my kiss, then head to the door.

I rolled my eyes as I watched her hand turn the door knob, "You're not leaving this office until I say you can." She spun around and looked at me, in shock, my reply was simple with a smirk that was bound to make her heat up. I watched her roll her eyes at me before walking out the door, "I'll punish you in a million ways for that eye roll." I called out to her, watching her turn around to bite her lips out of curiosity and shock, through the open door. Fuck. How could she so innocently bite her lips like that and make it look so sexy at the same time.

✵ LYRA ✵

Once I had finally finished my work, completely, I sighed. Usually, I would've been able to finish all the set tasks an hour before everyone left the office, but now I finished it an hour after they all left. All thanks to the devil who was residing in the room next door. Every time I would dissolve my mind into my work, he'd drag me out to make him coffee or to "check on the progress of my work"... which got me nowhere. All because they were excuses for him to touch me at every opportunity he got. It would almost always get out of hand, if not for me rushing back or someone calling or knocking on my door.

Looking away from my laptop, I thought of the last time I confronted James, asking him to stop so that I could finish my work and then come to him, instead he seduced me. He pulled me into his arms and spun me around so that my back was against his chest. While whispering impure words about fucking me over the table, his hands roamed my body, making me stiffen myself so that I did not fall onto my knees, begging him for more. I focused on breathing steadily and managed to until his hand found their way into my jeans and pants and cupped me in his hand. I moaned as he placed his lips against mine, making sure to block out any sound I made from being heard by anyone. His fingers worked themselves, moving in circular motions to make me crave, no, need more. I rolled my fists into his shirt, wanting to stand firmly on the ground, but failing to until he used his other hand to hold me tightly against his sturdy body. After a few more circular motions, he plunged one of his fingers inside me, pumping me as he did so. The pleasure was so good that I was actually begging him for more, while holding onto the sleeve that was wrapped around the hand committing the deed of pleasuring me. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he pushed another finger into me, mixing the pleasure with pain as he continued to pump into me. As I was nearing my climax, someone started to knock on the door, making me freeze while James pulled his hand out and granted me the chance to fix myself. I was hoping he'd open the door, instead he asked me to, making me walk to the door in the underwear that was soaking wet because of him. Before I opened the door, he watched me watch him suck my juices clean from his finger, like he wasn't just fingering me in his office a while ago.

"Lyra!" James called out to me, rather impatiently. I looked up at him, startled to find him staring at me while resting against the wall that seperated our offices.

"Sorry... I was daydreaming." I shyly replied, embarassed that I was thinking of my boss fingering me in his office.

"Clearly." He replied, eyeing my every movement as I walked towards him. "There's no one here but us." He blurted out, smirking at me as he pulled my petite body against his. I blushed, as his lips started to kiss my ear, before his teeth started to lightly tug at my ear lobe, making me let out a moan.

"I want you." I declared, before pulling him off the wall and into his office, slamming the door behind us as we moved in. "You can have me-" He started to say, but I cut him off by slamming my lips against his. I could feel his hands trying to push me away, well at least he tried for two seconds, before giving in and pulling me closer against him. I broke the kiss and started to push his shirt off of his body, only to successfully have it drop on the floor, behind him.

"Impatient much?" He smirked before pulling me against him and pushing my sleeve off my shoulder, planting kisses on it and sucking on my skin. I moaned as I let him sexually mark me as his, letting it to drive us both further than we expected this to go.