Harper bit her lower lip and considered something for a moment. Her mind wondering back to earlier during the day, when she was on his desk, the way he kissed her... She feels the familiar heat rise in her core and she straddles his lap and kisses him deeply. Oliver's hands immediately came to rest on her hips as she straddled his lap, gripping possessively at the fabric of her shirt. The sudden shift in position sent blood rushing south, his body responding instantly to the intimate contact. He met her kiss with equal ferocity, one hand tangling in her auburn hair while the other slip up her back to pull her flush against his chest. The kiss was hungry and desperate, all the pent-up longing from months of watching her from afar finally breaking free. His jacket that she had on slipped off her shoulder. His hands moved to the hem of her skirt, pushing it up impatiently, the cool air hit her skin as he exposed more of her to his touch, fingers tracing hot patterns along the sensitive flash of her inner thighs. "Are you sure about this?" he asked despite himself, his forehead resting against hers as he fought for control.
Harper nodded, her blue green eyes sparkling with excitement. Her hand moved to the buttons of his shirt. "I don't want to waste any more time," she said softly and started unbuttoning his shirt. Oliver's breath hitched as her fingers worked at his buttons, each small pop of fastening sending a fresh wave of heat through him. He leaned back against the couch cushions, giving her full access to undo his shirt. "Good, because I have been wasting enough time fantasizing about you in my office chair," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. His hands moved to the front of er shirt, finding the buttons of her white shirt again and undoing them easily. Her shirt fell open and he helped her shrug it off her shoulders along with his jacket, revealing her bare breasts. Reminding him of her bra in his top drawer back in his office. His own shirt fell open as Harper undid the last of the buttons, revealing his broad chest and toned abdomen, the definition of his muscles catching the city lights. He cupped her breasts and his thumbs circled over her nipples until their hardened into tight peaks.
Harper moaned softly. "You are so muscular," she murmured. Oliver's ego swelled at her compliment, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the haze of lust clouding his vision. He flexed subtly beneath her, enjoying the way her blue green eyes widened at the movement. "Years of working out to stay sane," he admitted gruffly, lowering his head to capture one nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked teasingly against the sensitive peak before sucking gently. One hand continued kneading her other breast while his other hand slid down to grip her hip possessively. The combination of oral stimulation and physical touch made both of them tremble with anticipation. "You feel incredible. Soft everywhere I am hard," he mumbled against her skin, switching sides to lavish equal attention on her other breast.
"Oh, uh... Moisturizer," Harper moaned, her voice laced with pleasure. Her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers combing through his wild black hair gently. Oliver chuckled against her breast, the vibration sending pleasant shivers through both of them. His hands slid down to grip her ass firmly, lifting her slightly as he adjusts her position on his lap. The friction of his hard cock pressing against her panties through his pants were becoming impossible to ignore. "I need to get you out of these. I want to feel all of you against me without any barriers," he said impatiently. His mouth returned to her neck, placing hot open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there. Teeth grazed lightly before soothing with his tongue in a pattern that made her hips rock instinctively against him. "Let me stand, then we can both strip completely," Harper said, her voice now laced with a similar impatience.
Oliver's icy blue eyes flashed with approval at her bold suggestion, a predatory grin spreading across his features. "Now that is the secretary I know– taking charge when it matters." He stood fluidly, lifting her effortlessly in his arms before setting her back on her feel. His hands lingered on her waist for a moment longer than necessary before stepping back to give her space. "Go ahead," he invited, his voice dropping to that husky register that always made her pulse race. "Show me what you have been hiding under those professional clothes." Oliver began unbuckling his brown leather belt slowly, watching her every move with rapt attention. The city lights cast dramatic shadows across his muscular frame as he peeled off his shirt completely, tossing it carelessly onto the couch. "Your turn, I want to see all of you," he prompted softly, kicking off his shoes and socks while never taking his icy blue eyes off her.
Harper Removed her black heels, lowered her black skirt and then her black laced panties, so she was completely naked in front of him. Oliver's breath caught as she stripped completely bare before him, his gaze drinking in every inch of exposed skin. The sight of her naked form in the dim lighting of his penthouse was even more breathtaking than he had imagined during countless fantasies. She then stepped forward and unbuttoned his pants. "I want to see all of you too," she whispered seductively. His hands trembled slightly as they assisted her with the remaining buttons on his trouser and the zipper, urgency building between them. Once freed from the confining fabric, his erection sprang forward proudly– thick and flushed with arousal. "Do you have any idea how badly I have wanted this?" he asked roughly, stepping closer until only inches separated their bodies. "How many nights I have jerked off thinking about burying myself inside you?" Harper hesitated; her blue green eyes glued to his cock. "I... I have had similar thoughts. I just..." her voice fades, her hand moving to wrap around his hard erection. "I did not think you would be so... Big," she added softly.