She kisses me back, and so I pull her into my arms. Hers slip around my neck and we're devouring each other.
Nothing is holding either of us back.
I run my hand over her body, up and down her back, grabbing her butt in one hand, a breast in the other. I squeeze her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra and she moans while I kiss her neck.
"I want you," I say, my voice hoarse. "I need you."
"We can't," she replies even as she's kissing me back. "We shouldn't."
"We can." I stop kissing her neck and look in her eyes. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop right now. I'll never touch you again."
I stare into her eyes, and I can sense her indecision. She's torn between her body and her mind.
I know I have her body. It's her mind I have to convince.
"I do want you, but if we fuck now, here, at the office, what will happen tomorrow when it's business as usual?" She looks at me, her brow furrowed. "What will happen when we're at a party or the bar and you pick up some babe and take her home instead of me? My heart will break and I’ll hate you. I'm not a fuckbuddy."
"I know you aren't," I say, filled with exasperation. "Do you really think I’d treat you that way?"
"I don't know." She glances away. "I've never known you to have an actual girlfriend."
I try not to show my frustration, but it's hard. "I've never had you." I don't say anything else; I just wait for her to say yes or no.
My body is ready, my dick hard and swollen. If she could only shut off her damn mind…
"Fuck it," she says, looking up into my eyes.
"My thought exactly." I kiss her once more – a blistering kiss this time, slipping my hand under her shirt, under her bra so I can tweak her nipple directly between my finger and thumb.
She groans and I can feel her shudder against me. When I slide my hand around and try to unhook her bra, my fingers get tangled, so I stop kissing her and pull her shirt up and over her head after she unlatches the back of her bra.
"You need to wear one of those bras with the catch at the front," I say. My dick throbs when I finally see her topless. Her breasts are magnificent, soft and round and full, her nipples dark, hard nubs that I can't wait to take between my lips and suck. "Better yet, no bra so I have direct access at all times."
I stop and just stare at her, reaching up slowly to cup one breast, squeezing it gently. "Beautiful." I bend down and take one nipple in my mouth and suck, sending a bolt of lust right to my dick when I feel the nub against my tongue. I can’t wait to run my tongue against her hard clit when she's finally naked.
I move from one nipple to the other and back, and when I look up at her, she's closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
"Hey, what's up?" Grant, one of our tech guys, pops his head in the door, which of course, we left open, thinking we were alone.
"Fuck." I rise from India's breast, covering her with my body.
"Crap," she mutters, and covers her breasts while I pull my shirt out and down to hide my very large erection, which is obviously and painfully pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
"No, don’t answer that," Grant says, a sheepish grin on his face. "I'll leave you two alone." He closes the door behind him, and India's face is red and hot.
India grabs her bra from the floor and fumbles with it, trying to put it on at top speed while I pull her t-shirt over her head.
Great. One of our staff knows we were getting it on at the office on a Sunday morning.
India stands there, her eyes closed. She's breathing rapidly, and I can tell she's upset.
I can't stop myself. I laugh out loud.
India's eyes fly open and she glares at me. I try not to smile too broadly but I can't help it.
Then, India can't help but laugh in response either and soon, we're both laughing our heads off. We stand together, my hands on her shoulders, my forehead pressed against hers and we just laugh.
"Jesus Christ," I manage, my eyes wet from laughing so hard. "One fucking kiss and we're found out."