Dan is sitting in his office, trying to focus on his work. The lingering effects of his encounter with Eric are still fresh in his mind, his body still feeling the remnants of Eric's touch. He is trying to keep his thoughts professional, but the memories and sensations refuse to go away.
He tries to shake it off, telling himself that he has to push through the distractions and get his work done. He forces himself to focus on his computer screen, but the words seem to blur together.
He glances at the clock - it's still only early in the afternoon, but he is already feeling drained. He stands up, stretching his arms and wincing at the stiffness in his muscles. Some fresh air might help, he thinks.
He opens the door to his office, stepping out into the hallway. The office is relatively quiet for a Wednesday afternoon, the buzz of activity from the open-plan area further down the corridor muted. He starts walking towards the break room, hoping a coffee might jolt him back to life.
As he reaches the break room, he finds a few of his colleagues chatting and sipping their drinks. They greet him with friendly nods and smiles, some making small talk about work and the weather. Dan reciprocates politely, but his mind isn't fully present in the conversation.
He pours himself a cup of coffee, taking a sip and grimacing at the bitter taste. He adds a generous splash of milk and sugar, praying the caffeine will kick in soon. He turns to leave, but a voice stops him.
"Mr. Smith," a familiar voice says behind him. Dan turns to see John, standing there. "You look a little distracted today, Sir. Something on your mind?"
Dan straightens up in surprise, quickly turning to face John. He clears his throat, trying to hide the effects of his internal thoughts. "Ah, John," he greets, keeping his voice steady. "Just a bit of work stress, you know how it is."
John's piercing eyes study Dan with a critical yet friendly gaze. "Yes, I get that," he says, his voice smooth and measured. "But you seem a bit more... out of it than usual. Anything specific weighing you down?"
Dan hesitates, unsure of how much he should disclose. The memories of Eric's intimate touch still linger in his mind. He attempts to brush it off. "Just the usual workload, nothing I can't handle."
John doesn't seem completely convinced by Dan's dismissive response. "You sure it's just work?" he asks gently, raising an eyebrow. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"What about you and George? How's your relationship?" Dan asked, suddenly changed the subject.
John's expression softens slightly at the mention of George. "It's good, we're stronger than ever," he replies, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I can't complain. He's a rock."
Dan nods, a pang of yearning and envy mixing in his chest. "That's good to hear," he says genuinely. "You two are lucky to have each other."
John nods understandingly. "Understood. Take care, Sir." With a farewell nod, he turns and leaves the break room, leaving Dan to stand alone by the coffee machine.
Dan watches him go. He takes another sip of his coffee, the bitterness barely registering on his tongue.
Dan as he feels the buzz of his phone. He retrieves his phone and looks at the screen.
He sees the unknown number on the notification, his heart rate slightly accelerating. Dan turned off his phone and shoved it in his pocket, finishing his coffee and walked out the break room.
"Mr. Smith! " Someone shouted at the back. Dan turned around and saw Olivia…
"Ms. Morris? What are you doing here?" Dan asked curiously.
"You didn't come yesterday." Olivia replied, pouting. Walking towards Dan.
Olivia approaches Dan, her hips swaying suggestively. Her eyes lock onto his, and she licks her lips provocatively. "I was hoping to continue our little... discussion from the other day," she purrs, her voice low and seductive.
Dan watches as Olivia approaches, her intent clear in her body language and tone. He feels a stirring of desire, but the memory of Eric's touch is still fresh, muddling his response. "Ms. Morris," he says, his voice steady despite the flutter of uncertainty in his stomach.
"Ms. Morris… I'm sorry but I still have work to do." Dan said still maintaining his profession.
"I see," Olivia pouts, her lower lip protruding in a mock-pout. "Well, maybe we can continue this... discussion another time, then." She steps closer, her hand brushing against his arm. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot, Mr. Smith."
"And I know you've been thinking about me too, haven't you?" Olivia murmurs, her breath hot against his ear. Her hand drifts down to his side, her fingertips grazing against his hip. "I can see it in your eyes, Dan."
Dan inhales sharply, Olivia's touch and words sending a jolt through his body. His mind races, torn between the professional boundaries he's supposed to maintain and the undeniable attraction he feels for her. "Ms. Morris, please," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not here."
Olivia grins mischievously, leaning in closer. "Then where, Dan? Your office? My apartment? Or maybe we could find a quiet closet right here..." Her hand slides around to his back, pressing against the small of his back possessively.
Dan's breath hitches at Olivia's bold suggestion. He glances around nervously, hoping no one is watching them. His heart pounds in his chest as he considers her options. His office is out of the question, and her apartment is too far.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Dan's eyes widen in panic as he realizes they're about to be interrupted. Without thinking, he grabs Olivia's hand and pulls her towards the supply closet. The closet is small and dimly lit, stuffed with shelves of office supplies and cleaning products. Dan pulls Olivia inside and closes the door softly behind them. He leans against it, breathing heavily, as Olivia grins at him mischievously.
"Now that we're alone..." Olivia whispers, stepping closer to Dan. She reaches out and begins unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest. "Maybe we can pick up where we left off..." Outside, the footsteps fade away, leaving them alone in the quiet darkness of the closet.
Dan catches her wrist, stopping her hands. He swallows hard, his voice barely audible. "Olivia, we can't..." he says, his body betraying him as he feels himself responding to her touch. "What if someone hears us?"
Olivia silences him with a kiss, her other hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. When she pulls back, she whispers, "Then we'll just have to be quiet, won't we?" Her hand slides down his body, finding the buckle of his belt. "Unless…"
Dan inhales sharply as Olivia's hand finds his belt, his resolve weakening by the second. The danger of their situation, the thrill of potentially being caught, mingles with the throbbing need building inside him. His breath comes in short gasps, the darkness of the closet closing in.
"Unless what?" Dan manages to whisper, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands find Olivia's waist, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as she continues to unbuckle his belt.
Olivia's grin returns, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Unless we find a way to make the noise worthwhile," she whispers, dropping to her knees in front of him. Before Dan can respond, she reaches for the zipper on his pants, her fingers deft as she pulls it down.
Dan's head falls back against the door with a soft thud, a low groan escaping his lips as Olivia takes him into her mouth. He bites down on his lower lip, stifling another groan. His body tenses, the heat of her mouth nearly overwhelming him.
Olivia works him with skill, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before she takes him deeper. The closet is filled with the sounds of her soft moans and the slick slide of her mouth. Dan's hands fist in her hair, his hips rocking subtly, urging her on.
Just as Dan thinks he can't take anymore, Olivia's free hand reaches out and grabs his thigh, spreading his legs wider. The position allows her to take him even deeper, her nose pressing against his groin as she sucks hard.
The new angle proves too much for Dan. With a muffled cry, he comes undone, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. Olivia takes him through it, her throat working as she swallows every drop. She continues to lick and suck gently as he comes down, prolonging his pleasure.
Finally, Olivia pulls back, her mouth glistening with saliva and Dan's release. She looks up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. Dan leans against the door, his legs shaking, his mind reeling from the intensity of the moment.
"Olivia... That was... You didn't have to..." Dan stutters, his mind slowly coming back online. Olivia rises from her knees, her movements slow and deliberate. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving Dan's face.
"I know I didn't have to," Olivia replies, her voice soft but firm. "But I wanted to. And now, since we're already in trouble, we might as well make the most of it."
With that, she turns around and presses her back against the door, facing Dan. She lifts her skirt, revealing that she's not wearing any underwear. Dan's eyes widen, his jaw slackening as he takes in the sight of her bare backside.
"Olivia... That's... That's not fair," Dan whispers, his voice filled with desire once more. He steps closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her thighs, her hips, her backside. Olivia spreads her legs wider, inviting him closer.
Dan reaches between her legs, feeling the warmth of her core. He's already hard again, his need for her overwhelming any sense of reason or caution. Olivia reaches back, guiding him to her entrance, her fingers tracing the head of his cock.
"Now, Dan," Olivia urges, her voice low and demanding. Dan obliges, his hips jerking forward as he sheathes himself inside her. She's wet and ready, her arms wrapped around his neck as he begins to thrust into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the closet.
They move together frantically, their desire for each other overriding any concern for being discovered. Dan's hands grip Olivia's hips tightly as he pounds into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Olivia's back arches, her head pressing against the door as she meets his thrusts.
"Harder, Dan. Please," Olivia hisses, her voice barely contained. Dan obliges, his hips moving faster, his grip on her tightening. The sound of their bodies colliding grows louder, punctuated by their heavy breathing and muffled moans.
Dan feels his release building rapidly, Olivia's tightness and the urgency of their coupling pushing him towards the edge. He buries his face in her neck, biting down on her shoulder to muffle his groans as he comes undone for the second time.
Olivia follows shortly after, her body trembling as she clings to Dan. They stand there, locked together, their hearts racing and their breathing heavy, the sounds of their passion still echoing in the closet. Finally, Dan pulls out of her, his softening cock slipping from her warm depths.
"We should get out of here," Dan whispers, his voice hoarse from exertion.