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Every thrust sent tingles through my cock, my toes curling in my ugly socks. He pounded into me, hands gripping my hips so hard I was sure there’d be marks, but I didn’t care.

Reaching around, he gripped my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts. It was good. Really good. All I could do was gasp his name and hang on.

“Yeah. That’s it.” His breath was warm against my shoulder. “Gonna make you come all over my desk.”

I laughed. “At least once.”

He picked up the pace, driving in harder, grunting. The whole room shrank down to just his cock slamming into me, his hand pumping my shaft, and the frantic slap of skin on skin.

I was the first to shatter, my cum shooting over his desk calendar, body shaking so hard my knees nearly gave out. The orgasm hit like a blackout, my vision sparking as I gasped for breath.

Aaron kept pounding, moving faster, chasing his own climax. He groaned and slammed in deep, filling me with hot, pulsing spurts. He held me there, forehead resting against my spine, breathing fast and rough.

We stayed like that for a minute. Two guys bent over an executive desk, both trying to figure out how we’d gotten here and if there was any way to top it.

Aaron pulled out, reaching for the tissue box to clean us up, then I climbed down, legs wobbly. He tugged my pants back in place, then his own, turning me around for another kiss.

This one was slower. Softer.

“You look good wrecked.” He tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

I tried to think of something clever, but my brain was too scrambled. “You should see your desk.”

He glanced over at it and grinned. “I’d keep you here all night, but I don’t want you to miss the rest of the party.”

“You can keep me here all you want.” It came out a whisper, but he heard it.

Aaron kissed my neck, nipped my ear, then straightened his tie with a little “work mode” flourish.

“Next time, I want you in just the sweater.” He said this dead serious, but I could see the smile twitching behind his lips.

There was going to be a next time. “Careful. It sheds.”

“I’ll risk it.”

We cleaned up the rest of the evidence and went back down to the party, blending in with the crowd. Marnie caught me near the cheese platter and giggled, cheeks red. “Saw two people making out in an office down the hall. Scandalous! Hope the CEO doesn’t find out.”

The CEO had been scandalous in his own office. My body still ached from it.

Aaron stood right behind me, one hand pressed low on my back, subtle but there. I tried not to look smug.

We married almost a year later. I still had that awful kitten sweater. He still had his. Once a year, we yanked them on, and he screwed my brains out against his desk.

THE END

A Candy Cane for Santa

I nearly choked on my coffee. “You want me to what now?” My brother had clearly lost his last functioning brain cell. I collapsed onto the couch, mentally cursing caller ID and my inability to use it.

“What am I supposed to do? They switched my shift. I can’t clone myself,” Bryce replied with the infuriating calm of someone who thought they were being reasonable.

“Sweetie, no. Just no.” I rolled my eyes so hard I practically saw my own brain. “In case you haven't noticed, I’m five-foot-nothing and about as plump as a chopstick. What am I supposed to stuff in there, my queen-sized comforter?”

“It's just the last week,” he added, like that made it better.

I stomped to his bedroom where that monstrosity of red velvet lay sprawled across his bed.

“And I am absolutely not putting my body into this petri dish of man-sweat and God-knows-what-else. That thing probably has more DNA samples than a crime lab.”