Marius's head fell back, eyes squeezing shut at pure ecstasy washed over him. The controlled executive melted away completely, replaced by raw, uninhibited desire. "Fuck yes, just like that," he rasped, his voice thick with need. One hand tangled tighter in Clare's hair while the other gripped the desk so tightly his knuckles turned bone white. The rhythmic suction of her lips sent shockwaves through his entire system. Every nerve ending focused solely on the incredible sensations she was creating. He could feel himself swelling even harder inside her hot mouth, losing all sense of time and place beyond this office. "Do not stop," he pleaded hoarsely, his hips starting to move in sync with her rhythm. "God, Clare. You feel so fucking good."
Marius's breathing grew heavier, each inhale ragged and uneven. Th controlled façade he usually wore had completely dissolved, replaced by a raw vulnerability that made her heart race. His grip on her hair tightened almost imperceptibly as he guided her head deeper onto him. "That's it," he encouraged huskily, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Take all of me. Show me how much you wanted this." His free hand slid from the desk edge to rest on the small of her back, pressing her closer as if trying to merge their bodies into one entity. The sterile office atmosphere felt miles away– all that mattered was the electric current passing between them.
"Fuck, Clare," Marius groaned again, louder this time. "You are making me forget everything– my campaign– I can't think about anything except your mouth on my cock." His entire body trembled with effort of holding back, his control fraying under Clare's expert touch. The professional decorum he prided himself on had completely crumbled, leaving only raw need in its place. "You feel incredible," he panted, his voice thick with pleasure. "Better than lunch break… better than anything." His hand moved from her back to cup her jaw gently, tilting her head up so he could watch her lips work along his length. The sight of her focused expressions sent another wave of heat through him.
"Look at you," Marius murmured appreciatively. "So shy and innocent during the day, but you are a completely different person when you get me alone." He shifted slightly on the desk edge, giving her better access as he lost himself in the sensations she was creating. The distant city traffic outside provided a dull background hum to their illicit encounter. "I am going to come soon," he muttered. Clare started bobbing her head at his words. When he came inside her mouth she drank up every drop of his cum. His body went rigid and a guttural groan tore from his throat. His fingers dug into her hair, holding her in place as waves of intense pleasure crashed through him.
Marius's hips bucked against Clare's mouth helplessly as he emptied himself completely into her eager throat. "Fuck, Clare," he panted, his voice strained and hoarse. "You took every drop… you are incredible." His breathing came in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided. For a long moment, the only sound in the office was their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the building's ventilation system. He looked down at where she was still kneeling between her legs. A satisfied smirk touched his lips as he watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She slowly and gracefully rose to her feet. "I will leave you to your work," she said shyly.
Marius's expression was a mix of satisfaction and regret as she smoothed down her dress. The professional façade she tried to re-establish was charmingly transparent, her cheeks still flushed pick from their encounter. "Work?" he repeated with a low chuckle, adjusting himself discreetly before zipping up his trousers. "I am not sure how productive I am going to be after that." He pushed himself off the desk and closed the distance between them in tow long strides. His hands came to rest on Clare's shoulders, thumbs stroking gently over the fabric of her blouse. "You can't just walk out like nothing happened," he said softly, his voice still rough from recent exertion. "At least tell me you are coming back tomorrow. Maybe bring lunch again?"
Marius's yellow green eyes searched hers intently, studying the nervousness that had not quite left Clare's features. She nods lightly. "Yeah, I will come back for lunch," she confirms shyly. "Good luck on the campaign." His lips curved into a satisfied smile at her promise, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone gently. "Good. I will be expecting you around noon." He stepped back slightly to give her space, but his eyes remained locked on hers. The professional distance between them felt like a distant memory now. "Do not work too hard tomorrow morning," he advised with a hint of amusement. "You will need your energy for our lunch break."
As Clare turned toward the door, Marius's voice stopped her again. "And Clare? Thank you. For this." He gestured vaguely between them. "It was exactly what I needed to forget about my day." His tone carried a note of genuine gratitude mixed with the usual confidence he wore like a second skin. The office suddenly felt much smaller, filled with the lingering scent of their encounter and unspoken promises for tomorrow. Marius sat back down at his desk to work on details for the campaign. The lingering warmth from Clare's mouth still humming through his veins. He picked up the campaign brief again, but his mind kept drifting back to the way her lips felt around him, the soft sounds she made.
Marius forced himself to focus on the designs Knox had sent over earlier. The Scottish designer's bold patterns were always a challenge to market, but Marius had a knack for making them appeal to mainstream consumes without losing their artistic integrity. After about twenty minutes of staring at fabric swatches on his monitor, Marius's phone buzzed with an incoming text. He glanced down to see Tera's name flashing across the screen.
Tera: Still thinking about me? Because I am already planning our date night this weekend. Do not disappoint me.
A smirk tugged at Marius's lips as he typed back a quick reply.
Marius: Would not dream of it. Now stop distracting me from work.