She watched him as he moved through the office. No one wore a tie anymore, but he did and it was beautiful on him. It accentuated his lean torso and gave him this Don Draper air that made her want to pitch campaigns for cigarettes and Wonder Bread while laying naked on his office couch.
“What is wrong with me?” she thought, turning her attention back to the ad copy she was writing. She turned to her friend in the next cubicle. “How many different ways can I say ‘access to healthcare’ before I lose my mind?”
“Ms. Jones, do you have a problem with your current assignment?”
Her face froze as she realized he had changed course and was standing over her. She turned, eyes wide and a little scared.
“N-n-no,” she stammered, “just, um, collaborating, with Julie.”
”Can I see you in my office?” he asked. He turned and she got up to follow him.
“Shit!” she muttered, though still admiring his ass as she followed him. He held the door as she entered his plush corner office, closing it behind her.
“Do you enjoy your job here?” he asked, looking her directly in the eye.
In fact, she did. And not just because of him. She knew she was talented, and she wanted him to know it too.
“I do. I’ve wanted to be a writer since I saw my first episode of Reading Rainbow. I just didn’t know I wanted to write about colonoscopies.”
His eyes crinkled and he broke into a wide smile. He laughed softly, head down, and then looked up, right at her. “I’ve been watching you. You’re not like the others. You have real talent.”
She stammered her thanks, and stood up to leave. It was then that he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. “I like you.” he said.
“I’m glad to hear you like my work,” she answered, flustered.
“No, I said I like YOU.”
He looked intently at her as she processed what he was saying. All she could manage was a weak “Oh”.
“Kiss me,” he almost begged.
“But…” she stammered. It’s not like she didn’t want it. But she had no idea he had even noticed her.
He took that as a yes, and gently put his lips on hers, closed mouth and tender. “Is that ok?” He asked as he pulled away.
Finally she understood. She didn’t answer, but instead put her hand behind his neck, pulled his lips to hers and kissed him back. He broke the kiss, nuzzled her neck and asked, “Have lunch with me?”
”Just lunch?” she asked, gazing up him with a glint in her eyes.
“Maybe more,” he lightly growled, cupping her ass with his strong hands and pulling her closer.
“Let’s skip lunch,” she suggested, pulling him around behind his desk. She pushed him back into the chair and sat on the desk in front of him. He threw his head back and laughed lightly. “For real?” He questioned. “For real,” she answered definitely.
She began to unbutton her shirt and kicked off her patent heels, exposing a lacy bra that paired nicely with her gray pencil skirt. He slid his hands under her skirt and pulled his chair closer to her.
”Right here?” he asked. “Right here.” she answered.
He stood up and turned her around in one motion. His hands ran up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts through her barely-there bra. He ground into her ass as he rubbed her tits. She moaned and pushed back against him.
He moved his hands lower, running them over her hips and then pulling her skirt up above her waist.
“No panties?” he asked as he ran his hands over her bare ass.
“I hate panty lines,” she answered, smiling as his fingers explored uncharted territory. He left her soft skin for only a second to free his hard cock from his impeccably tailored pants.
Making sure she was ready for him, he slid first one, then two fingers into her.
“I am so ready,” she whispered. He slid perfectly into her, moving slowly at first, savoring her softness, her wetness.
“Touch me,” she begged. He brought his hand around to circle her as he quickened his stokes. They quickly found a rythm as if they’d done this a million times before. Her hand reached for the far edge of his desk, and she gripped it tightly. “I’m coming.” She moaned.
“Yes,” he groaned, and unloaded into her as she pulsed around him. They fell together on top of his desk, his broad chest covering her, her ass pushed between his legs.
Suddenly, there was a light knock at the door. He pulled quickly away from her and she yanked her skirt down. “The couch,” he whispered. She quickly rearranged herself and smoothed her hair, grabbed a pencil and notepad, walked to his office couch and sat with perfectly crossed her legs.
He tucked his shirt in, smoothed his tie and his hair, and smiled slowly at her as he opened the door.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kikwvb/mad_men_mf_office