It's 8:11am and you’re late for our call. I had to start it as scheduled and now I’m listening to the team drone on about this week's sprint and requirements. I sigh quietly and settle into my office chair as they get into the details.

There is a quick knock on my office door before you burst in with red cheeks and wide eyes. You’ve got my morning coffee in one hand and you’re waving your other hand in the air , “I’m so sorry Sir, there was…” - I cut you off by putting my finger to my lips and then pointing to the speakerphone. Noone noticed and the team prattles on about their week ahead.

You look flustered, red in the face, your blouse is a little wrinkled in the front, and a few strands of hair have fallen from your corporate updo. You were clearly on the move. But still, you managed and place the coffee on the desk in front of me.

As you stand at attention beside me. I take a sip of the coffee and smile, finally getting my caffeine hit. I'm a sucker for that coffee shop down the street, and you know I just prefer sweet, milky, vanilla lattes. Hand delivered by you, of course.

“Wait, can you repeat that again?” I say towards the speaker.

When I look back up at you, you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose and gently tilt your head, letting your gaze drop to my lap for a second. I nod and turn towards you in my chair. You hold out your hands to show me your manicured nails, and I nod once more, showing me the result of the money I gave you last week to get them done.

Without another word you slip down onto the floor between my thighs and pinch the tab of my zipper, drawing it down as I recline back into my leather office chair. I take another sip of my coffee as it warms my chest, I feel the warmth of your fingers slip inside my slacks and curl around my quickly-hardening cock. You look up at me over the dark rim of your glasses as you pull it out and into the air, and I take a moment to admire your beautiful hand and freshly manicured nails stroke me to life. Your tongue swipes over your glossy lips, someone says something about delays, I suck in a breath, and then you lean in and take me into your warm, wet mouth.

God, I needed this. I needed the caffeine, I needed the velvety heat of your mouth wrapped around my cock, your lips sliding back and forth along my throbbing, aching shaft. The sensation of your mouth surrounding me, wet and warm, your lips sliding over every contour and vein along my cock. With your right hand you begin to stroke my length in time to your steady rhythm. Your head bobbing up and down in my lap as your cheeks sink in and your lips purse around my girth. You look so fucking sexy when you do that. This… this helps.

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