Phone sex.

Those two words had always invoked a sort of tawdry connotation in Emily’s head, but just last night she realized that sometimes, sex is only dirty when one imagines that what they’re doing is wrong. Of course, also imagining your parents sitting in the next room was a sure mood buster … and even though she had lived entirely on her own for close to five years now, they were there at her apartment last night. Never mind that her father had passed away eight years ago and that her mother lived in southern California; it may have only been in spirit, but they were most assuredly there.

Damn. Maybe it was simply because she’d never had phone sex before. Her girlfriends had often joked about it, but Emily had never really considered just how erotic the experience could be; but then, she hadn’t considered the affect that Kim’s rumbly baritone would have upon her libido at eleven-thirty on a weeknight. On any night. Her cheeks flushed at the memory of the things he had whispered; telling her how often he had imagined the feeling of being deep inside her, feeling her tight warm moistness, tasting her … imagining her tasting him.

She couldn’t suppress her involuntary shiver. Her whole body felt as if little jolts of electricity were coursing through it, settling somewhere in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. Good Lord, she was in trouble and she had it bad. How was she supposed to go to work today and NOT feel this way the moment she got within five feet of him? How could she keep a straight face and concentrate on expense reports and employee insurance forms? How could she be expected to function when all she wanted was to be alone and naked with Kim?

Her first surprise was waiting for her when she walked into their office that morning. Sitting on her desk was a cinnamon roll dripping with butter cream frosting and a large cappuccino. Directly next to this was a long stemmed red rose. She heard Kim shuffling papers from inside his cubicle, but a moment later he was peeking over the partition at her, a smile lighting up his face as their eyes met.

“G’morning.” Again, that wonderfully rumbly baritone that suggested all night sex and late mornings in bed. “Did you sleep well? I reckoned you could use a little extra coffee this morning.”

Kim was relieved to see her. He had been obsessed with thoughts of her all morning and was finding it hard to concentrate. But seeing her now, with her smile and shining eyes had removed his feelings of awkwardness over what they had shared the night before. Stepping out from behind his cubicle, he went over to …what? Kiss her? Give her a hug? Shake her hand? He wanted to do all these things but suddenly felt like an embarrassed schoolboy in her presence.

He needn’t have worried. Emily surprised even herself by moving in even closer; reached for his silk Armani tie she pulled him down towards her, snaked her free arm around his neck and she kissed him. Hard. Kim felt his synapses popping to attention as Emily latched on to his lower lip, sucking and nibbling, tasting to him like mint toothpaste and smelling like Estee Lauder perfume.

“You expect me to concentrate on work after that?”  It wasn’t that he minded the diversion. It wasn’t like he had been thinking about work anyway. 

“Seems like we both have a problem, then. Maybe we could lock the door and close the curtains and pretend that we’re not here.” She had to admit to having this little fantasy about making it with her boss on top of his desk. The fact that Kim was her boss made the idea that much more exciting.

“You know, Emmy, I kind of like seeing this wicked little side to you.” In fact, his cock had been hard the moment she walked in through the door. Why did he suddenly feel as if he was no longer in control? He was used to being the aggressor with most women. Well, there had been that one time with that redhead from the country/western bar, but that had merely been a one night stand.

“Am I coming on too strong?” She worried about this for a moment. She thought that Kim would like her responding to him in this way, but maybe she was mistaken. Wait, he was smiling. And the bulge in his pants said it all.

“No.” He brought his hand around to cup the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her again; very softly and oh so sweetly. “I’ve been thinking of nothing else but you all last night and this morning. And while the thought of making wild passionate love to you right here in this office has me thinkin’ of the many possibilities …” He slowly trailed his hand down along her hip for emphasis. “…I’d much rather take my time.”

Timing was everything. And at that very moment the timing gods were making sure that the spark of desire was going to continue to burn slowly throughout the entire day. A sharp knock on the door startled them both out of their sex infused fugue, and that’s when Murphy’s Law kicked into overdrive. It was the head of the janitorial staff informing them that the entire plumbing on the second floor had stopped operating with two of the suites already flooded, and that the plumbers couldn’t be there for at least another hour.

Kim ran a hand through his hair in frustration while Emily moved over to her desk and reached for the phone. A quick call to the plumbing company’s dispatch and she received their assurances that the plumbers were indeed on their way as they were speaking. Kim left with the janitor to inspect the damage and have the affected guests moved into other rooms. Just when that particular fire was put out the painters arrived, but only to find that they had brought the wrong brand and shade of paint. Then Marla called to report a strange error message popping up on accounting system and Emily had to go out to help her troubleshoot the problem. They passed each other in the lobby every so often, sharing a quick touch of fingertips and longing looks as they hurried on to the next matter that needed attending. By the time everything was back to running smoothly it was four-thirty.

They met back in the office, both feeling a little bit frazzled but none the worse for wear when they realized that their work day was over. All Kim had to do was just look at Emily standing there before him and he felt his body responding to her presence.

“Emmy, I’m the ‘Manager on Call’ this weekend and I really wanted to take you out to dinner and maybe to a movie afterwards, but I have a room here and tomorrow’s Saturday. Think I could entice you into sharing some tucker with me via room service and staying over for brekkie in bed tomorrow morning?”

A sweet knowing smile lit up her face and her eyes sparkled mischievously as she considered the offer. “You realize of course that if we do this, then everyone’s gonna know.”

“And you think they haven’t figured it out all ready?” He stepped in closer.

“Well …”

“You think that maybe I hadn’t planned on asking you to spend the night with me all along?” He gazed down at her, feeling a bit like the Big Bad Wolf. He kind of liked it.  

A dramatic pause as she considered his offer, but Emily had already made up her mind. If he hadn’t suggested her spending the night with him here at the Inn she had a Plan B. It involved her place with lots of candles and body oils, but she’d just save it for the following weekend.

“You don’t snore, do you?”

Kim laughed and grabbed her by the hand. Locking the office door behind them, they made their way through the lobby as covertly as possible. Once inside his room, the bed loomed large before them and the ardor they’d experienced earlier that morning was replaced with a nervous sense of awkwardness. Throwing off their respective, very professional suit jackets, Kim sat on the corner of the bed and pulled Emily over to him, lured on by her delighted laugh. Her arms slinked around his neck and his hands grabbed her hips, his fingertips kneading her tight firm ass.

 It felt so good to touch her in this way, to claim his right to do so. How many times had he imagined what it would be like, long before he’d ever allowed himself to dream that she could possibly want him in return? He loved the way she stood up to him, how she gave back as good as she got whenever they went head to head over something at work. There were so many times where she had put him in his place and deservedly so, but she had never stopped guarding his back, even in the beginning when he had a chip on his shoulder and felt he had something to prove. She never resorted to tears when things didn’t go her way and there were plenty of times when he knew he had tested her patience to the breaking point. And she believed him when he told her the story about how he and the others had come to be here, and she had stood by his side willingly throughout it all.

He lay back on the bed and pulled her on top of him, their hands making fast work of each other’s clothing, tossing it in which ever direction once removed. Emily’s blouse, his slacks, the fumbling to remove her bra and the look on his face as he beheld her naked and straddled on top of him was one of pure ecstasy. Her breasts were round and firm, and her nipples so sensitive to his touch, puckering against his tongue as he suckled and pulled at them with his lips. Her skin was warm and lightly salty, and he wanted to taste all of her.

But Emily had ideas of her own. Pushing his shoulders down on the mattress she slithered down between his legs, smiling like a Cheshire cat at the sight of Kim naked and spread eagled before her. He was absolutely beautiful, broad toned shoulders and chest and a tight flat stomach, and the sight of his cock standing at full attention; oh dear Lord …she had no idea that he was packing something so impressive. Thick at the head and glistening with precum, she caught herself giggling as she ran her tongue over the sensitive slit at the tip.

“See, I always knew you were a big dick …”

He groaned, knowing that she was teasing, not displeased with the off handed compliment, but wanting her to continue what she was doing with her tongue. “No fair … you have me at a disadvantage …” Propping up on his elbows for a better view, he watched in heavy lidded ecstasy as Emily took him into her mouth. 

She liked having him at her mercy, his low growling grunts of pleasure having an equal effect on her own desire. She felt his hand gentle upon her head as she increased her rhythm, humming softly as she suckled and pulled on his velvet soft foreskin. She pushed in closer, cradling his balls gently in her hand, filled with the sensation of his taste and scent and almost close to coming herself. Then suddenly, she felt Kim’s hands on her shoulders.

Pulling her up and rolling her onto her back, he leaned in to kiss her, tasting his own saltiness on her tongue. Emily arched her back and raised her hips against him, her legs spread wide and her body aching to feel his full length inside her. Kim gazed into her eyes as he rolled gently on top of her, smiling as she brought her legs up high around his hips. Pressing gently against her moist folds, he slipped into her slowly, filling her with his hardness, sighing against her throat as she rocked against him. He was afraid that he might hurt her, but Emily’s body fit perfectly around him, snug and slick and warm.

It was a moment of connection that went beyond words as they neared the crescendo of release. Long slow strokes rocked the bed into a creaking rhythm, mingled with Emily’s soft cries of pleasure and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall. Kim reveled in the knowledge that he was the one making her call out as she gave a final cry of surrender.

“Oh God, Kim!”

Her body quivered, tightening around him in long deep spasms, driving him over to the point of his own release. Light flashed behind his eyelids, followed by the sensation of falling as he spilled into her, feeling her arms cradling him as he collapsed on top of her, spent and sated.