The 18th Floor Ch. 01

'Hal?' His name again, a whisper. He looked into her eyes, kissed her, lost for words. Her head fell back even as her fingers traced the curve of his jaw. He caught them in his mouth and suckled, delighting in her smile. 'Hal...'

'Mm-hm?' His hips sped up the slightest bit. Her arm cinched around his neck.

'Oh, Hal...' The muscles of her cunt tightened. He forgot to breathe. 'Would you come inside of me?' Body stiffening, he felt himself grow within her. A tingle began at the base of his spine. 'Please, Hal? I want you to come inside of me.'

The rocking of his hips strengthened, plunging deeper and deeper into her. He kissed her neck. 'Say it again.'

She drew him closer; her lips traced his ear. Her breath hot on his skin as she whispered. 'I want you to come inside of me.'

'Beverly--' His face was suddenly sweaty, burning up from the warmth of her neck. He yanked her hips tight to him and moaned at her joyful shout. He thrust into her again and again, murmured words into her skin she couldn't possibly understand. Her fingers knitted into his hair, holding on, it seemed, for purchase, but maybe she was afraid she'd fly away if she didn't hang on to something. He bathed in her smell, the feeling of muscles growing tighter and tighter around him, pulling him closer to release with each passing moment. Desire ached inside his bones, his stomach; his balls tightened and he felt himself begin to flow.

'Beverly, I'm coming!' She cried out and clenched around him, her heel digging into the small of her back, her legs and the muscles of her cunt refusing the let him go, let one drop escape. 'Beverly!' Her lips were dry, mouth parched, and a small noise came from somewhere in the pit of her stomach as she came in waves around him, with him, her voice a murmur of his name. The power of her release awed him as he rode his own out before collapsing--spent--on top of her.

He would wonder later if he had blacked out there a moment, for the next thing he recalled was soft fingers running through his hair and plump lips at his temple. He blinked hard and glanced at the clock on the wall before he looked at her. She smiled heavy lidded and leaned to kiss him. 'I thought I lost you there for a moment.' He returned her smile with closed lips and not a little self-satisfaction: his former self once more.

'No, my dear. I was simply taking a moment to bask in the invigorating sense of accomplishment you have brought to me.' She rolled her eyes and he couldn't help but laugh. 'Do I amuse you, Ms. Pine?'

'You certainly do something.' His laugh grew uproarious, infectious, and she had to catch him from falling off the couch. 'I think, Mr. Steadman,' she panted, wiping tears from her eyes, 'that this experience of ours borders on the absurd.'

'You may be right,' he conceded. 'Nevertheless, I feel it may be in your best interest to report here again tomorrow.' She looked at him then, studying his expression for any sign of teasing. His face softened. 'Did you really think this would be a one-off?' He moved to kiss her and she met him halfway, easy and promising, small moans leaving both of them as he eased himself out of her. They pulled away and smiled at one another, lingering a moment before he patted her companionably on the shoulder. 'As much as I would like to continue this venture for the remainder of the day, I believe you have work to do.' He rolled off of her and she sat up in a playful huff.

'Me? Just me? Mr. Steadman, that seems unethical.'

He found his spectacles amongst the wreckage of their clothes and began to clean them on the corner of her dress, which was somehow draped over a chair. 'My dear, it's high time you understand the intricacies of the management world.' He placed his spectacles on his nose. 'See, I *delegate* the tasks and *you* perform them. This is how order is maintained in the universe.' She tossed his briefs at him as punishment for his sass and he pulled them on grinning. She reached for her dress. 'I think not, Ms. Pine.'

'What?'

'That dress. It's simply not suitable.'

'Should I return to work like this?' Her bra had been returned to its place but she was bare otherwise besides her rumpled stockings.

'Ha. That would be...' He shook it off. She smiled. 'I am afraid this dress would supply further gossip. We've given them enough fodder for today at least.' He walked to the large closet behind his desk and began pulling on a clean shirt. 'You look about a size 8. Is that about right?' She nodded, brows furrowed. 'If anyone can guess women's measurements, Ms. Pine, it's me. Here we are.' He rummaged through the closet and pulled out a red frock with a peter pan collar. 'Try this on. There's a good girl.' She put it on as he buttoned his shirt and tugged on his trousers. Naturally, it fit. 'You look lovely, Ms. Pine.' He straightened his tie and kissed her again. 'Granted, it would not be wise to let your friend Maggie see that. I think it belongs to her.'

'You're awful,' she laughed.

'Funny,' he replied, 'I thought I was incorrigible.' He pulled her to him and dipped her as they kissed. Ardour flared within him again as her hips pressed into his automatically. He set her down and touched her cheek. 'Tomorrow seems like a long way off.'

'Tonight then?' Her fingers traced the line of his waistband. 'I get off at five.'

'Then it seems I'll get off at five-thirty.' He opened the door for her, enjoying her smoky eyes as she put her glasses back on. He couldn't help but give her a little spank as she walked out his door. 'Now back to work, Ms. Pine. It's going to be a busy day.'