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She wasn't sure when it happened, but there was some point between Charlie smashing her cake and walking into her office tonight when she found him infuriating in a deliciously sexy way.
She pulled herself closer to him, deepening her kiss as his hands began to roam her body, touching her exactly where she wanted him to, trailing his fingers down to her waist.
He stumbled a bit, sending both of them backward, her ass hitting her desk, making her let out a small squeak.
"You OK?" he asked gruffly.
She couldn't respond, couldn't say anything. Instead, Maggie just grabbed him again and pulled him down to her to kiss her some more.
Charlie seemed to be surprised by her boldness this time, but he countered well as his lips started to kiss her harder, his hands trying to find someplace to grab her and pull her closer.
This wasn't what she expected by Maggie did plan for it tonight. The lingerie, the waiting until everyone would be gone. Maybe some of it was even subconscious but so be it. She was too into Charlie right now to worry about what they were doing or what she had done to get them here.
Charlie stumbled a bit as he tried to get leverage over her body, her ass hitting her desk as one of his hands slipped away to find some way to keep them up.
"Oh, crap."
She opened her eyes to see Charlie staring at his hand and her eyes followed his to the icing on his fingers. She could almost guarantee what she was going to see next and sure enough, she turned to find the black cherry chocolate cupcake he had left on her desk to have his fingerprints in it.
"You just can't avoid that, can you?"
"Apparently not," he lamented. "I uh..."
He started to pull away, but there was no way Maggie was going to let him go. This was too good and if he took one more step back, all of this could be gone.
So Maggie gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand closer. Her eyes lingered on his face for just a moment as he stared at her in anticipation.
She never felt so turned out by icing before, but it never tasted as good as it did when she put Charlie's finger in her mouth and sucked the chocolate icing off. She watched as he closed his eyes, almost wavering on his feet as her tongue swirled around his finger to get every last bit off.
Then she did the same thing to his second finger, this time eliciting an actual groan from him that made heat pulse between her legs. What was this man doing to her without actually doing her?
It seemed to finally be too much for him and Charlie pulled his finger from her lip before she was even finished.
"What are you wearing under that skirt?"
She shrugged. "Panties."
"What do they look like?" he growled.
Maggie gave him a teasing smile. "Black lace."
Charlie stared down at her for a moment as his brain seemed to short circuit before he finally remembered where he was again.
Maggie's factory. Maggie's office. Maggie's desk.
"Get them off."
Maggie didn't have to be told twice. She reached under her skirt and deftly pulled her underwear down, making sure to bend over in just the right way to give Charlie another tease about what she really wanted.
But he wasn't paying attention, instead fumbling around trying to find something in his pocket before he pulled a black leather wallet out of his pants pocket. She watched as he pulled out a condom from the back and tossed the wallet on her desk -- right on top of the cupcake he had already smashed.
"What the fuck is with that cake?" he snarled.
Charlie grabbed his belt with extra force as he unbuckled it, making Maggie wonder if she should be thankful for the cupcake continuing to torture him. It only made him hotter and made her want him more.
Maggie leaned back against her desk and watched as Charlie yanked his pants down and then his boxers, his cock hard and free. It turned her on to watch him roll the condom on and when he looked up at her, she was done. He could have his way with her because that's what she wanted.
He stepped closer, his hand going under her skirt to grab her bare ass and push the fabric higher. She never realized how cold her desk was until her bare skin was against it, but there was no way she was going to complain.
