An Office Rendezvous
Synopsis:- Avery is dead set on overworking herself, but Jameson has a creative way to distract her... Trigger warnings⚠️:- Explicit sexual content (18+), sex, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, slight rough play, use of a pen (don't ask me why) Notes:- Yes I wrote this a while ago, yes I am using it for my hiatus because I won't be able to face anyone after posting this (wintr wrote this not smmr), Yes I hope y'all forget about this by the time I am back. And yes this is not edited so I might delete it when I am back :)
By eleven o'clock, the new-york office of The Same Backword as Forward Foundation had become a ghost of itself.
The bustling hallways were empty. The conference rooms sat dark behind glass walls. Even the reception desk had long since been abandoned. Only the city remained awake beyond the windows, a sea of lights stretching endlessly into the distance.
Avery barely noticed any of it.
Her attention remained fixed on the spreadsheet glowing from her laptop screen, her eyes tracking rows of numbers she had already reviewed three separate times. Somewhere in those figures was a mistake. Not a large one. Not one anyone else would catch. But, Avery knew it was there.
And if there was one thing she hated, it was knowing something was wrong without knowing why.
A frustrated sigh escaped her. She reached for her coffee only to discover it empty.
"You know," a familiar voice drawled from across the room, "most people would've considered this a sign to go home"
Avery didn't look up "Most people don't have a foundation to run"
Jameson's reflection appeared in the darkened window beside her laptop before she looked at him directly. He was stretched across the sofa near the wall, one arm thrown over the backrest, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who had spent the last hour doing nothing except wait for her.
The sight made something warm settle low in her chest. Because he had been waiting. Not because he had to, not because she had asked him to, simply because it was her. She looked back at her screen.
"Alisa left three hours ago," Jameson pointed out.
Avery clicked to another page "Mm."
"Grayson left two."
"Mm" She said trying to stay focused on the damn graph.
"Even Oren gave up"
That finally earned him a glance "What! Oren left?" She asked flabbergasted.
Jameson smiled immediately, as though that had been his goal all along "Not really... he is in the downstairs waiting area"
There was something unfair about Jameson Hawthorne when he smiled like that. Maybe it was the confidence or maybe it was simply that she had never learned how to be completely unaffected by him.
"You're impossible," Avery informed him.
"I've been told"
His gaze lingered on her for a second longer than necessary.
Avery looked back at her screen. The numbers blurred, annoyed she rubbed at her temple.
Before she could reopen the report to tally the spreadsheet again, movement caught her attention.
Jameson had pushed himself off the sofa a moment later he was standing beside her desk.
Close. Not unusually close.
Just close enough that Avery became aware of it.
Close enough that she caught the faint scent of coffee and earth right before it rained, that scent always seemed to cling to him.
Close enough that she could feel his presence without looking at him.
"Heriess."
The nickname slid effortlessly into the quiet room.
Avery hated how much one word could affect her. Slowly, she looked up.
Jameson was watching her with an expression she knew well. It was the look he got when he stopped turning everything into a joke a look that appeared in the rare moments when all the games and teasing fell away and he focused entirely on her.
The rest of the world tended to disappear when Jameson looked at her like that.
"You've been staring at that graph for an hour," he told her softly.
"I know" She replied instantly.
"You're tired." he continued as tho it were a fact etched in the walls of her office room.
"I'm fine, Jameson."
One dark eyebrow lifted making her roll her eyes.
Then, before she could stop him, Jameson reached forward and gently lowered her laptop screen. The office fell noticeably darker.
That tiny gesture annoyed her far more than it should have.
"Jameson—"
"No."
A short, thoroughly sarcastic laugh escaped her at the anxiety of messing all the work up as she reached for her laptop.
To her surprise, Jameson's expression softened with concern and he took her hands in his.
Before she could begin to protest, he reached down and lightly cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin.
The irritation drained from her almost immediately as she leaned into his touch. Which was infuriating in its own way.
Avery shook her head, but she couldn't quite suppress her smile, he had that affect on her.
The distance between them suddenly felt very small as he as his thumb continued to graze her cheek.
Neither of them moved.
Neither seemed particularly interested in moving.
Outside, the city continued to glitter beneath the night sky, but Avery barely noticed.
Jameson's gaze drifted briefly to her mouth before returning to her eyes.
The motion was tiny, almost nothing.
And yet her pulse stumbled all the same. For a second, neither of them spoke—the air charged with all the things they weren't saying.
Then Jameson leaned back just enough to break the spell and offered her a crooked grin.
"Five-minute break."
Avery stared at him "What?"
"Look, heiress," he said, his reasoning voice replacing his usual teasing tone. "We both know you aren't leaving until you've figured this out. But you need to rest. Take five minutes. Refresh your mind."
Was he serious!?
Avery glanced toward the closed laptop. The graph was still wrong. But she was tired, too and there was no point arguing with the stubborn guy infront of her.
"Alright," she relented "But only five minutes."
Jameson's grin returned instantly "Duly noted"
With that, she rose from her chair and stretched, her body protesting after hours spent staring at spreadsheets.
Jameson watched her.
The look in his eyes sent a traitorous flutter through her body. They hadn't seen eachother is about a week.
Before she could comment on the look in his eyes, Jameson tugged her toward him and wrapped his arms around her making her yelp.
For a moment, he simply held her, his forehead resting against her shoulder breathing her in. "I missed you heiress."
Avery shook her head, smiling despite herself as she hugged him back. "You've been hanging out in my office for the past hour, Hawthorne."
"Yeah, but you were busy," he told her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
Avery sighed softly at the kiss, the sound seemed to encourage him. He tipped her chin up slightly and brushed a few light kisses along her jaw before pressing one to the corner of her mouth.
All the while, Avery remained tucked against him, the tension she'd been carrying all day slowly melting away in his arms.
He noticed the way she relaxed and spoke again, his voice gravelly "I have been thinking," Jameson murmured, his voice low and rough as he continued placing kisses all over her jaw "You've been grinding away at those spreadsheets all day. You deserve to relax."
His lips reached at her pulse point, his teeth grazing the spot "Let me take care of you."
She moaned as his lips soothed the spot he just grazed and her hand made it's way up to tangle in his hair just as his lips reached the shell of her ear.
"Is that so?" she said not being able to resist the sensations he was evoking in her "what do you have in mind?"
"This" he said kissing her then, long and hard as if he were devouring her—the kiss told her exactly what he had in mind.
Avery only took one second to adjust to the feel and then she kissed him back.
They continued to makeout for a while, their hands exploring eachother, hers unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled it off of him all the while not breaking the contact of their lips.
Jameson pulled back just enough to look at her, Avery's lips tingled at the loss of the kiss, his eyes were dark with that mix of love and hunger she knew too well. Her body ached from hours at the desk, but his arms around her made the fatigue feel distant. He gently grabbed her thighs picking her up and setting her on the very edge of her table.
He placed a few kisses to her neck and throat as she continued to explore the planes of his chest.
Jameson pulled away first.
He looked at her as his hands slid down to the buttons of her blouse waiting for her nod and when she gave him that, he worked them open one by one, slow and deliberate, exposing the soft curve of her breasts in their lace bra.
Her hands made it's way to the sides of the desk. Causing a pen to fall.
The sound of it hitting the floor brought her back to reality, and the realization that they were still in an office—her office dawned upon her. Avery's breath hitched, her hands coming to a stop on his chest stopping him too.
She didn't want him to stop but she also didn't want anyone to see them this way.
"Jameson what if someone—comes up here?" She asked when he gave her a questioning look.
"I locked the door, heiress" he replied returning to the task of undressing her. He tugged at the blouse and it slid off her shoulders dropping on the desk, she hesitated for one more second glancing at the closed door and then let him continue.
His fingers traced the straps of her bra, cupping her chest lightly before unhooking the thin lace between them with practiced ease.
Her bra fell away, leaving her nipples tight in the cool office air making her sigh.
Dammit she still had work to do after.
"Make it quick Hawthorne, I have data to fix." She told him her hands reaching the button on his pants, she undid it and pushed his pants down.
Jameson's grin turned filthy "Of-course" he agreed stepping out of his pants and shoes at the same time.
Before she could pull him towards her his hands went to her skirt and he unzipped it then pushed it down her hips, along with her panties, not wasting any time. If it were any other day he would have teased her before doing that. But right now neither party was interested in teasing.
He clothes pooled at her feet and she kicked em off, leaving her bare and vulnerable against the edge of the desk, cool air hitting the most intimate part of her body making her shiver.
Jameson stepped back from her, his lower lip in-between his teeth as he took a minute just to look at her bare infront of him.
His gaze went from her face to her chest, then down her stomach towards the dripping core between her legs and when he saw how wet she was he groaned.
"Fuck Avery you are already so fucking wet" He said lifting her onto the desk fully, her ass was met with the cold marble of the desk a stark contrast to the heat in her body.
He spread her thighs wide enough to stand between them and her arms hooked around his neck for support.
Jameson's mouth found her neck instantly, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there while his hands roamed her soft curves.
And then he stopped, making Avery crane her neck to look at him one of her eyebrows raised in question.
Her boyfriend just held her close to him and pecked her on the lips before asking "Avery are you completely okay with us doing it here?"
In Avery's fantasies Jameson has made love to her in her place of work many times... very many times... in very creative ways...
"Yes" She told him instantly.
It was as if a switch had been flipped when she said the word 'yes' because one second he had a caring look across his features and the next his gaze went dark, full of lust and a plan in mind.
Avery knew what happened when he looked at her like that—she was going to be thoroughly ruined by him.
Five minutes be damned.
Jameson brought his lips to her ear and whispered.
"I love how you give in to me, Avery. Tired little heiress who secretly craves getting railed right where she works." he said as if he had read where her mind had been mere minutes ago.
Without wasting anymore time she kissed him again.
She wanted him.
Needed him.
Avery moaned softly at first when his lips trailed down hers, down her throat, then lower down her chest, down to her breasts and he took one nipple inside his mouth and started sucking on it. He licked and bit gently, then harder, drawing a louder gasp from her.
After thoroughly ravishing one of her boobs he moved onto the other one. Avery's eyes fluttered shut—her body on fire.
She could feel her arosual drip onto the desk but her mind could not have cared less. What it did care about was the pounding ache between her legs that needed to be satistfied... She hooked her legs around Jameson and desperately started grinding against his boxers without another word.
They both moaned. Causing a vibration do go through Avery's body from where Jameson was sucking her nipple. And as she continued to roll her hips she could feel how hard he was.
But even that was not enough.
Fuck me already, she wanted to say as the ache in her intensified without any relief. But instead what did come out of her lips was a breathy "Jameson please..."
He instantly obliged and dipped his fingers between her legs, sliding through her slick folds and circling her clit slowly, prepping her. She arched, her hands gripping the edge of the desk.
"Jameson… oh god," she breathed, but it turned into a sharp cry when he pushed two fingers into her pussy without any warning,
Because of how soaked she was his fingers were met with no resistance as he started pumping them deep in a scissoring motion.
His mouth was still on her breast as he added a third finger, stretching her, his thumb rubbing her swollen nub.
And Avery just let go.
Her hands were all over his back, his neck, his bicep trying not to loose everything right now. Her sounds were only being drowned out by the traffic outside the building.
Her moans grew even louder, filling the quiet office as he added a fourth finger in, fisting her soaking heat, the wet sounds were obscene and urgent.
And then all of a sudden he pulled his fingers free.
Avery whined at the loss of him in her, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a 'What the heck Hawthorne?' written all over her face. But he was looking elsewhere.
Her eyes travelled towards what he was looking at—it was a pen stand a wicked idea formed in his mind as he reached for a pen—a thick, smooth, metal one, rounded at the bottom.
What was he thinking?
But before she could ask, his gaze returned to her.
"What are your thoughts on me fucking you with this" he rolled the pen in between his fingers. "—you use it everyday for work... why not attach a new memory to it, a positive memory of sorts" he asked lust in his voice.
Avery gulped as a mental image of the pen sliding in and out of her took over her mind. She could not say that the image was unappealing.
The filthiness of the thought that she was going to remember this every time she picked up a pen during work made her pussy clench.
Fuck it she wanted this... Had she always been this deranged? Were the thoughts that were starting to circle her mind but she did not let them.
"Do it... Jameson" She told him pecking his lips.
He looked surprised but then again nodded like it was obvious she would have agreed.
"Alright then"
Jameson smirked as he hooked one of her legs around his waist pushing the other as far as she could stretch it, and then he teased her entrance with the object in hand, coating it in her arousal. Avery looked down the pen in his hand as he eased it into her pussy.
She groaned.
He waited as she got used to the feel of the cold metal inside her. It was a strange feeling, but none the less welcomed. She clenched around the object.
"Is this okay?" Jameson murmured
"Yeah. Just start moving please" she replied lust taking over her usual self.
Jameson didn't need to be told twice and started thrusting it in slow strokes while Avery sighed at the small bit of relief.
It was a good feeling, not as good as her boyfriends fingers or his cock but she was horny enough to get off of because of a pean easily.
Avery screamed his name as he picked up his pace, hips bucking as the pen filled her alongside Jameson's fingers which now rubbing her clit in small tight circles. The dual sensation had her dripping, thighs trembling as she felt a knot forming in her stomach.
She was close, so very close to coming right there. "Jameson, fuck, I am gonna... Mhm" her world's dissolved to a whimper.
"That's it baby, come for me" he whispered in her ear, freeing his thick cock from his underwear at the same time, pre cum already leaking out the slit on the top of his tip.
He was thrusting the pen inside her faster now hiting a spot she loved to spur her on. Avery's head fell back as she tightened around the metal shaft of the pen and when she started to cum Jameson pulled the pen right out, throwing it to the floor.
Eyes still closed she was confused but did not mind at all, the haze of the start of her orgasm starting didn't let her mind.
But even through the mental fog in her mind she felt Jameson lining himself at her entrance and slamming into her already orgasming pussy, burying himself balls-deep inside her in one deep thrust.
Avery cried out, "Jameson! Oh..." her back arched off the desk at the feel of him inside her mid orgasm. Her hands came up to his biceps gripping them tightly.
Never in her life had she felt something so intense. And by the sounds Jameson was making neither had he.
"Fuck Avery" he moaned as her cunt continued to spasm around him.
Her mouth was agape but no sound came out of her as the sheer intensity of what she was feeling right now hit her in waves.
Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.
God's she needed him to move inside her.
Avery gathered all the courage she had and begged "Don't stop—please don't stop"
At that one of Jameson's hand stayed at her hips keeping her there while his other settled at the crown of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, comforting her as he started moving inside her fucking her rough and deep.
The desk creaked under them.
His hips were snapping forward, pounding her without mercy. She sighed at the feel of her prolonged orgasm.
"Love you like this, heiress. Taking every inch like you were made for it." he told her and all Avery could do was let out another moan as her the last waves of her orgasm started to fade all the while a new waves of pleasure started to build.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and sweat covered her very naked body. For a few minutes they were both breathing heavily not being able to make a, just moving and feeling eachother.
Avery could hear the traffic along with the sounds of him sliding in and out of her all around them.
Her eyes where shut but she tried to etch every detail of this moment in her mind.
After a while she felt herself tighten again and so did Jameson who slipped out of her.
Before her brain could even comprehend the loss of him, he had switched their postions.
Avery was now face down against the desk. One cheek and her bare chest flush against the cold marble.
A gasp left her when Jameson held hips in bruising grip and pulled her ass up higher.
She was on the tips of her toes for a second, the edge of the table digging into her stomach as he slipped inside her again, going all the way in, pulling all the way out and then pushing in again.
Avery moaned, as she got a glimpse of their reflection on the floor legth window she could now see due to the way she was positioned.
She watched him fuck her—watched her hips move back meeting him thurst for thurst.
She watched as Jameson leaned over her covering the back of her body with his, his hands came on top hers fingers tangling with hers.
He was holding her so tenderly just then made a tear escaped her eye for reasons she could not put into words.
He slowed down and then punctuated each word right beside her ear.
Each thrust was met with a word.
"Fuck, Aves"
He pulled out.
"You"
He thrusted back in.
"Are"
Pulled out again.
"Perfect"
Slid inside her again.
This made her call out his name softly, her voice barely above a whisper making him press a soft kiss on top her sweaty-hair covered forehead.
He increased his pace again, when he felt her clench making her stomach hit the edge of the table repeatedly.
Avery screamed when she felt the marble desk hit a spot right above where Jameson's cock was stretching her inside. The pressure made her groan loud and broken, feeling him in so deep.
She wanted to feel it again, she instantly freed one of her hands from his grasp and placed it over her stomach at that very spot and gently pressed down, the bulge under her palm synced with every thrust making her stars burst around her vision.
Jameson noticed—ofcourse he did.
"You like that love?"
"Yes, Fuck—Jameson, harder!" she demanded.
He obliged, railing her faster on the desk, filthy words spilling out between kisses to her neck.
She slipped the the hand on her stomach lower and started circling her clit hard and fast not being able to hold off any longer.
She needed her release. He got the memo.
Jameson's fingers tightened around her hand the one that was on the desk as his free hand held her in place so that she did not get hurt when she let loose again "Come for me again" his words were the final nail in the coffin as Avery's moans turned to desperate screams when she came once again, her body was shaking and he continued to fuck her through the waves of her pleasure.
She reached up and tangled a hand in Jameson's hair brining his lips to hers, kissing him hard muffling her whimpers.
Jameson kept thrusting inside her now chasing his own release.
Avery felt him nearing the end as his thrusts became sloppier, his sighs and groans grew louder against her lips.
She did the one thing she knew would make him cum "Jameson—please" Avery whispered her voice wrecked and that was it.
His forehead dropped to the crook of her neck and...
"Dammit, Aves" He thrust into her one last time, groaning as he spilled deep inside her, filling her with his cum—she almost came again at the feel of his release against her walls. Almost.
After that for what felt like an eternity, they both stayed there like that, him burried deep inside her his forehead pressed against the side of her head.
They were trying to catch their breaths. Neither wanting to be the one to break this moment—break this post orgasmic bliss.
But it did break because Avery's phone started to buzz—alerting them that it was now midnight.
Avery cursed at it and lifted her head enough to see and reach for it and shutting the alarm off.
Jameson chuckled and pressed a kiss on top of her hair, finally pulled out of her—her cunt fluttered at the loss of him, their cum started to seep out of her and trickled down her thighs.
She laid her back on the desk her chest was still pressed against the marble she just could not move, Jameson noticed...
"Avery?"
"Hmm" Her eyes flutered shut, she was tired beyond words right now.
"You good?"
"Yeah, I just need a moment"
And Jameson did just that, gave her a moment while she came back to reality. She heard the rustle of him taking out tissues from the box beside her and after a minute or two one of Jameson's hand were in between her thighs she flinched.
She was so fucking sensitive.
"Hey, it's okay I am just cleaning you up" Her boyfriend said using a tone of voice he only ever used after sex one hand rubbing up and down her bare spine.
"Mhm" was all she could manage in return.
Jameson cleaned up the mess they had created from between her thighs and then gently lifted her from the table.
He then helped her get re-dressed, placing soft kisses all over her skin and Avery just lovingly looked at him—a small smile plastered on her features.
She often went quiet after rough sex, Avery always wanted to be held in his arms while her body returned to it's normal self.
Jameson knew that very well which is why it was not surprising when he pulled her down with him on the sofa gently stroking her hair, muttering praises.
When she felt capable enough to speak again she said his name to get his attention. "Jameson"
"Yes love" he replied pecking her forehead once again.
"I still have work to do and that was not quick and also I am throwing that pen away"
Jameson chuckled and she felt the rumble against her cheek.
"You can do it first thing in the morning," he said fishing his phone out from his pocket and sending a quick text, "We can sleep here and when you wake up you can go straight to your spreadsheets."
Yeah there was no arguing that. She was way too tired for that.
"And as for the pen you can throw that away in the morning too"
"Okay..." she replied shifting on the small sofa trying to find a comfortable postion and she did, she hugged Jameson tightly.
"G'night heiress" he whispered into the night.
And Avery didn't even remember if she replied because sleep had already started to plague her.
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