The door chimes, I look up from my desk and there he is, need etched into every line of his face. His lips are apart, his breath ragged. His eyes devour me, scanning up and down as he moves toward me. He bends at the waist and kisses me, exploring my mouth with his. “He shouldn’t be here, he’s supposed to be at work, why is he here?” As though he read my mind, he pulled my hand to his crotch and gave me my answer. Underneath the slightly rough fabric was rigid, unyielding flesh that demanded satisfaction. Between kisses he huskily said, “I need you. Right now.” My breath caught and my heart raced. I was at work; this could end so badly. But then again……..that hard cock under my hand, straining to break free of his restraints had my thoughts jumbled. All I could focus on was the bulge of manly power pressing into my palm.