A Hostile Work Environment

"It feels so good," I manage to gasp. "Luke, it feels so good."

"Fuck," he says to himself. He closes his eyes and tries to gain control over his breathing. Now I know we're in the same position, both holding back as much as we can, trying desperately not to come before the other one does.

But my pussy gives one more spasm and I lose it completely, wrapping my legs around him and crying out without thinking about who could hear me, pulling him deep inside me while I come, squeezing him over and over again.

It pushes him over the edge. He mutters, "Fuck, Maya, I'm gonna come," and then his hips drive him into me one more time and I feel his balls tighten against my leg, his chest shake under my hand as he breathes out, hard, and his body press against me twice, three times, totally beyond his control.

We're both still for a moment, hearts pounding in sync with one another. Then, without warning, he lays down next to me and tucks me against his chest, holding me so tight I can feel his fingers digging into my skin. He presses a kiss into my hair and then buries his face in it.

"Hey," I say, still breathless, rubbing his chest. "Are you okay?"

He nods and kisses my temple, but he doesn't let go.

"Hey," I say again, pushing up a little to look at him. "What's wrong?"

A flush spreads over his face.

"I just . . . it's so dumb."

"Tell me."

"If this is a one time thing, I don't want it to be over just yet." He gives me little smile, cupping my cheek.

"Is it a one time thing?" I ask. My heart sinks a little.

"I don't want it to be," he says slowly. "But I want you to be able to make your own choice, without . . . without worrying."

Right. He's my boss. I almost forgot.

"I don't want it to be a one time thing," I say firmly.

He lays back, relieved, and his grip on me loosens a little. He makes little circles on my shoulder with his thumb.