Sarah sat at her desk, staring blankly at the spreadsheet on her computer screen. Her mind, however, was far from her work. It was fixated on Mark, the man who had a knack for making her feel things she had never felt before. She bit her lip, imagining the hardness of his cock, ready and eager for her.
With a sigh, she reached for her phone, her fingers itching to send him a flirty message. She didn't care if it was unprofessional. She needed to feel connected to him, even if it was just through a few words on a screen.
Sarah: "I can't stop thinking about you. About us."
She hit send, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his response. When it came, she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.
Mark: "You have no idea how much I want you right now."
Sarah's breath hitched. She could picture him, sitting at his own desk, his hand wrapped around his cock as he thought of her. The image was too much. She needed release, and she needed it now.
With a quick glance around the office, Sarah slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She leaned against the cold tile, her hand snaking down the front of her pants. She was already wet, her clit throbbing with need.
She imagined Mark's hands on her body, his fingers exploring every inch of her. She moaned, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she touched herself. She was so close, so fucking close.
But then, there was a knock on the door. Sarah's heart leapt into her throat as she quickly pulled her hand out of her pants. "Just a minute," she called, her voice shaking.
She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. But when she opened the door, it was Mark standing on the other side. His eyes were dark with desire, and Sarah couldn't resist. She pulled him inside, her lips crashing against his.
Mark's hands were all over her, his fingers tugging at her clothes. Sarah didn't care that they were in the office bathroom. She didn't care that anyone could walk in at any moment. All she cared about was the feeling of Mark's cock against her, the way he filled her up and made her feel whole.
She dropped to her knees, her fingers working quickly to unzip Mark's pants. She took him in her mouth, her lips moving up and down his shaft. Mark moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked him deeper.
Sarah stood up, her pants around her ankles. She bent over the sink, her ass in the air. "Take me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Mark didn't need to be told twice. He entered her, their bodies slapping together as they fucked hard and fast. Sarah reached down, her fingers finding her clit as Mark thrust into her. She was so close, so fucking close.
"Cum for me," she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
Mark obeyed, his release filling her up as she moaned with pleasure. Sarah collapsed against the sink, spent and satisfied.
After that, things were different between them. They had to be careful, sneaking around and stealing moments of passion whenever they could. It was risky, but the thrill of it only made their desire for each other stronger.
And every time Sarah sat at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen, she couldn't help but smile. Because she knew that no matter what, she had Mark to keep her company. And that was more than enough for her.
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