Fortunately we finished up just in time to break for lunch. As I step into my office, Im too preoccupied scanning the little pile of papers cradled in my arms to notice shes waiting for me inside. Hey there, comes her velvety morning voice. I look up and I must appear stunned because her blindingly radiant smile has just a hint of mirth and amusement. Whawhat are you doing here? I finally ask making my way around the desk.

Im here to take my favorite girl out to eat.

Its rare when she uses that particular term of endearment, but I love it when she does. I pretend to sift through papers and files on my desk as a grin tugs at the corners of my pursed lips, I deduce from that statement that there are others with whom Im competing then. By the time I finish speaking, shes circled my office, closing the door as well as the distance between us. I continue flipping through the piles of papers on my desk, donning a cool exterior which belies the heat thats now flushing the back of my neck. The scent of her perfume slowly drifts and envelopes me until the tiny black print Im straining my eyes to focus on becomes a swirl of gray against the white. There arent any others, she lulls in a low voice, youre my only. I feel my heart pull in my chest, that sinking sensation that leaves you feeling so vulnerable and elated and hungry for more of whatever caused it in the first place.

I plant my palms on the desk, smiling helplessly through a soft chuckle. She places her palm flat on the desk next to my left hand, her thumb just a breaths away from my pinky. Her right hand ventures toward my hip, sliding along the linen pants until shes tucked her fingers underneath the waistband. She presses her fingertips into the skin of my lower back, moving in small circles that match the rhythm of my increasingly labored breaths. I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of her hand slowly working its way down the back of pants, the thumb of her other hand gently stroking my fingers and grazing my knuckles. Where are we going to eat? I ask through a sigh. A low, soft chuckle rumbles out of her throat. She circles my waist, her hand now grasping my other hip. With a gentle tug she pulls me toward her, pressing our chests together.

I smooth my hands up her arms, deliciously bare, and Im grateful for her decision to go sleeveless today. As I drape my arms over her shoulders, she pulls me closer by tightening her hold around my waist and seizing the back of my head with her hand. Our lips are tantalizingly close and our mingled breaths warm the little air thats flowing between our faces. Ever so slowly, the corner of her mouth curls, and it feels like Im melting, slowly dripping until Im nothing more than the moist heat aching between my thighs. Did I say I was taking you out to eat? she finally asks just above a whisper, her voice breathy and sultry. My lips part, my parched tongue thirsting for the sweetness of her mouth as the words slowly tumble out. She pushes me against the wall and brings her lips to my ear as her hand at my hip begins to make a tortuous retreat. What I meant to say is: Im here to eat you out.

I whimper, loudly and in spite of myself; but, in contrast to her previous amused demeanor, now her face is steeled with determined lust. I furrow my brow just slightly in protest, and reading the internal conflict evident on my face, she widens her eyes, You want me to leave? Her voice barely quivers, hinting at her fear of rejection, fear of having gone too far. Whatever I was going to say evaporates in the heady warmth of her breath that emanates from her sumptuous lips. While she scans my face for any sign of hesitation my eyes are trained on her mouth, so tantalizing mine is practically watering. Without another thought I dive in to sample it, moaning with every swirl of my tongue around the sweetness of hers.

Things quickly get heated as we begin a makeout session to rival any teenage couple anywhere. I slide my hands up and down her arms, across her shoulders, along her neck and back, squeezing and kneading out of sheer desperation of my need for her. She pulls away, lowering her head to lick my neck with that single luxurious stroke that makes every nerve ending in my body tingle. And while one hand lovingly cradles my neck, another begins that delicious rhythm I know so well between my linen-clad thighs. I close my eyes, concentrating on every exquisite sensation: tender kisses on my neck, our soft panting, the warmth of her breath against my skin, the warmth of her hand slowly stroking me hotter.

The next thing I know, shes picked me up and placed me on the edge of the desk. As she sets herself to the task of setting me free of my slacks, I weave my fingers in her hair, sifting through the billowy ebony locks and losing my face and my senses in honeyed perfume. My body jerks as her cool fingertips caress the skin just above the waistband of my underwear. We chuckle in unison, kissing as we ease back against the desk; and thats when the damn phone shrilled out.