Job Performance

Her orgasm triggered his, and she could feel the jets of semen shooting in her. His body locked up, his thrusts becoming erratic, and her inner muscles milked him thoroughly.

It took forever to end, and forever to come down from that kind of high. As her body went lax, Ryan had the presence of mind to roll them over so she was on top. He hadn't separated them, and they laid there long enough for her to feel him grow soft inside her and slide out. She made a soft noise at that, and Ryan chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I know, baby. It doesn't like leaving you, either."

He smoothed his hands over her neck, her shoulders, her arms, sliding down to fumble with the tie holding her wrists together. Finally, he got it free, and he tossed her dress and bra aside before rubbing her shoulder joints.

"Told you my job performance isn't lacking," he said with a satisfied tone, and Blair had to laugh. Pushing herself up to look at him, her body felt boneless. She gave him a smile.

"I stand corrected."

He helped her up, then they both got dressed, though she had to go commando since Ryan snatched up her panties and refused to give them back. As he put the furniture back in order, she checked herself in her compact's mirror. All told, her makeup had held up fairly well, though her hair was a mess. She combed through it, then grabbed her purse. Ryan was waiting for her by the door, and she easily fell into step next to him.

"The way I see it, we've got two options," he said, snagging his jacket and satchel from his desk as they passed. "Option A is that we forget this ever happened, and let it just be a one-time, scorching hot hook up. Option B is that we repeat it as often as we can, both here and on our own personal time. What do you say?"

Blair thought about what they had just done, and how thoroughly relaxed she currently felt. She was having a hard time getting her legs to work right, and she was pretty sure she'd never look at that armchair the same way again.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and smirked at him. "I think I need some more convincing about your performance."

"I think I'm up for that challenge," he said, grinning at her. "Starting now?"

"Starting now," she agreed. "Let me just stop by the bathroom to clean up first, then we can go to my place."

"No," he said, hitting the elevator call button.

"Or yours, it doesn't matter to me," Blair said easily.

"No, I mean no cleaning up." She blinked up at him, confused, and his grin got wider. "I like the idea of your cunt dripping because of me." Her heart started beating harder, and her breath started coming faster. She liked that idea, too. "And we'll be walking the whole way," he told her as they stepped inside.

Already her body was tingling. It was Friday, which meant they had the whole weekend to convince each other. When they hit the lobby, Ryan spoke.

"Congratulations on the promotion, by the way. I'm sure you earned it," he said, and she burst out laughing.