The soft hum of your laptop fan lulled over the hushed voices in the office as you typed away. Spreadsheets were easy work, but had proved to be awfully time-consuming and tiresome.

You exhaled while you leaned back in your chair, stretching your limbs as you rolled your neck. The clock read three on the dot, and it would only be another two hours before you could pack up and spend a night in with a chilled bottle of white.

The silence became deafening as you tuned into the soft patter of rain on the window and the low buzz coming from the overhead lights. Shuffling bodies, clicking keyboards, and a distant printer were noises native to your ears as you focused in on Microsoft Excel, determined to get this shitty summary over with.

A voice broke the dead air, pulling you from auto-pilot.

"What is this thing? How'd y-, no, I have no idea how this thing works," was audible, pulling a giggle from your throat as you swivelled in your chair, desperate to witness the next victim of the hopeless copy machine.

You wheeled over a few feet and craned your neck, a sly smirk gracing your lips as your eyed pierced through the doorway of the copy room. A tall figure stood at the monstrous contraption, his long arms flailing in confusion as he struggled with the copier.

You shook your head in disapproval at first, but couldn't help but do a double-take when he turned to look at you. His amber eyes reeled you in and you couldn't seem to look away.

The office noises faded out as your cheeks grew hot, a fire lighting in your soul as his chocolate orbs crinkled at the corners when he broke into a beautiful, toothy grin.

You pushed your hair out of your face, instantly looking away as you realized he'd noticed your staring. It was hard not to—his broad shoulders in his grey hoodie, his long legs in those black jeans, and those damn curls. You couldn't help thoughts of threading your fingers through them from polluting your wild mind, the heat from your cheeks travelling to the area between your thighs.

You rubbed them together in hopes of suppressing your arousal, focusing in on your screen but stealing occasional glances around the office. He was running all sorts of errands, delivering folders to employees and pouring coffee and speaking into his walkie-talkie. Perhaps he was someone's assistant, you thought. Not a very good one, though, because he couldn't seem to maintain his composure whenever he neared your small cubicle.

The click of his boots on the tile floor grew quite irritating while your eyes lingered on the clock, praying it would soon reach five. You worked your way through the final section of your assignment, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you hit save.

You mustered up some confidence and adjusted your pencil skirt on your hips, slowly striding into the copy room to print the income summary.

His eyes flickered up to yours as you waltzed into the small room and shut the door behind you. You could have sworn he shot you a smirk, but decided to ignore it because two could play this game, you thought.

You swiped your keycard and entered your information on the printer's little touch screen, preparing to get a hard copy of your spreadsheet when it notified you that it was out of paper. Great.

"Using up all the paper, eh?" you broke the silence, causing him to look your way as you bent over and slowly pulled some white sheets from the ream on the bottom shelf.

He eyed your ass as he chuckled, "It's kinda my job. I'm Shawn," he smiled, leaning against the printer as you got to your feet.

"Hello, Shawn," you smirked, "is it also your job to be in my way?"

His cheeks turned a bright pink as he stepped back, leaning against the copier instead.

"Thank you," you giggled, loading the tray and printing your work, "I've noticed your staring."

He cleared his throat, a sly grin creeping up his cheeks. "Is it that obvious?" he asked as he brought a large hand to the back of his neck.

"Yeah," you smirked, "but you're not too bad yourself, so I'll allow it."

"Oh, is that so?" he raised his eyebrows, taking a step closer. It felt as if the temperature of the room was rising and you could feel a blush inching its way up your neck.

"Mhm," you nodded, watching the paper coming out of the printer as he exhaled loudly. The tension was unbearable as he took another step closer. "What do you think you're doing?" you asked teasingly, unsure of his need to be so close but definitely not complaining.

"Studying," he grinned, "I just finished training and I don't know the machines very well yet."

You could feel his breath on your neck along with that familiar heat between your legs. Your eyes flickered to your feet, catching a glimpse of his muscular thighs in his tight pants. Dear god.

You gulped, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. No way were you giving in this easily.

"So, Shawn, what exactly do you do here?" you asked, his amber eyes burning a hole into yours.

"I'm your boss's new assistant," he breathed, "so that means I'm under you," he smirked, electricity shooting through your veins at the innuendo.

"You wish," you chuckled, his face inches from yours as you retrieved your papers from the tray and walked out of the copy room, your hips swaying with each step.

A groan elicited from your throat as your manager approached, an expectant look on his face.

"Hey, thanks for the income summary, I'm also gonna need you to do the expenditures," he spoke, taking the piece of paper from your outstretched hand.

"Tomorrow?" you asked, crossing your fingers.

"No, uh, due at midnight," he spoke, wincing apologetically.

"I'm gonna be here for a while then, is that okay?" you asked, groaning in dismay. The chilled bottle of white would just have to wait.

"Yeah, doors'll all lock behind you," he said, "Just email it to me when you're done, I'll send it through. Thanks, kid."

"Fuck," you mumbled under your breath, opening a new spreadsheet to get to work. You readjusted in your seat, eyes flickering up as you noticed the copy boy, Shawn, delivering a stack of sheets to one of your coworkers. His hands were big and beautiful, and he had a strong jaw and a nice ass. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, considering the eye candy you'd been provided.

You cleared your throat, catching his attention as his eyes snapped up to meet yours. You motioned him over, leaning back in your chair.

"Yes?" he smirked.

"Wanna bring me a cup of coffee, black?" you asked, raising an eyebrow his way.

"Already telling me what to do, eh?" he chuckled, his hip leaning against your desk. It seemed to be the perfect height for certain activities. You made a mental note.

"Whatever, I can make it myself," you spoke, beginning to stand when he protested.

"No, no, it's fine, I'll gladly make you a cup of coffee. But it's almost five, you won't be sleeping tonight," he reassured, suddenly less teasing and more genuine.

"Gotta stay late," you frowned.

"Oh," he spoke, "then I guess you really won't be sleeping tonight, because I'm staying late too."

He turned on his heel and booted it into the kitchen, leaving you shocked at his bold words. You couldn't figure out if he was stating the obvious, that both of you would be here late, or if he was implying things. Filthy things, things you were more than willing to do to him and things you wished he would do to you.

You typed away, working through the content as he brought you your coffee. It never went further than flirty glances and intense stares, but the office soon began to slowly clear out and the tension grew thick as realization set in. It would soon be only you two, and the temptation was unbearable.

You felt his eyes burning on you as each person got up from their desk and left the office, and you weren't sure where things would go. Yes, he was alluding to sex. But you'd just met this guy, and it seemed a little weird.

The sun was setting in the office windows and he'd stripped down to a black tee, disregarding his hoodie. You drooled over the way it draped over his middle and hugged his biceps, and the urge to get him out of his clothes was only growing as time went on.

"Like what you see?" he quipped from one of the desks as he used someone else's computer.

"Hmm?" you asked, pretending not to know what he was referring to.

"Mm, nothing," he smiled, catching your eye and reverting his gaze to the monitor. "Almost done over there?"

"This? Yeah," you answered, cracking your knuckles in hopes of relieving the stiff feeling, "Soon. Just a few more things to add up and I can forward it to him. I'll also need to put a copy on his desk, just in case, so I might need your help with that," you teased, shooting him a look.

"I'm sure you'll need my help with much more than that, sweetheart," he replied, leaving you at a loss for words. He was such a sweet-talker and so incredibly bold that you didn't know how to handle it.

You wrapped up your work and double-checked that every number was correct before sending it to yourself and getting to your feet. You let out a chuckle as he stood in unison with you, clearly anticipating what was to come next.

"So, you wanna print it and make a few copies?" he asked, earning a nod from you. "Why don't you just print multiple copies?"

"Because then I wouldn't need your help," you quipped, hitting print on the machine and waiting for it to slide out onto the tray.

He grabbed the paper and put it into the copy machine, earning nod from you as his finger hovered over the 5.

"Listen," he spoke quietly, "I don't know if this is weird for you, or if you're even interested, b-" you cut him off, stepping toward him and reaching for his firm chest as you pressed your plump lips against his.

He inhaled through his nose, kissing you back as his hands navigated your hips in the poorly-lit room. You parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth as he pulled your body firmly against his, kissing not only your lips, but all of you with all of him. He soon pulled away, resting his head on your forehead to take a breath.

"Is this okay?" you asked, keeping your eyes shut, a little ashamed of your bold actions.

Without a word, his grip on your hips tightened as he propped you onto a nearby desk and stood between your legs, kissing you harder than before.

It was filthy and needy, the way you pulled his t-shirt over his head and clawed at his sides to get him closer. His large fingers made quick work of your blouse, his lips moving to your neck, struggling to keep kissing you as he breathed heavily. His cheeks were flushed and rosy as he turned your collarbones purple, causing you to throw your head back and thread your fingers through his fluffy curls.

"Mm, need, you," he mumbled against your skin, eliciting a moan to fall from your throat as you slipped out of the blouse and tossed it on the floor. You reached for his face, pulling him back up to your lips so you could begin your attack on his belt buckle. It rattled as your shaky hands desperately tried to work the clasp, and you could feel him smiling against your lips as you struggled with the button of his jeans.

"One sec," he muttered, pulling away to fumble with his pants himself, quickly undoing the button and lowering the zipper with a giggle.

"Oh my god," you laughed with a shake of your head, "what are we doing?"

"Uh, we don't have to, i-is this okay?" he stuttered, a little out of breath as his eyes snapped up to yours.

"Yes, oh my god, yes," you breathed with a laugh, cupping his jaw and pulling his face back to meet your lips.

He moaned into your mouth as you toyed with the hem of his underwear through his unbuttoned jeans, tracing the line of soft hairs beneath his belly button.

"Fuck," he breathed, moving his hands to your breasts as he began kneading them through your bra. "Need," he planted a kiss on your collarbone, "you," and another along the column of your throat.

His lips were soft and warm and you wanted to feel him everywhere at once, and you couldn't help but pull him closer and wrap your legs around his waist.

He reached around you and fumbled with your bra, eventually unclasping it and pushing it down your arms. He leaned back, raking his eyes over you as the words, "So fuckin' pretty," tumbled from his lips. His skin was so soft as you raked your nails up and down his sides, causing him to shiver as he pushed his jeans down his thighs and kicked them off.

You released an audible moan at the bulge in his black boxer briefs, unable to resist the urge to reach out and palm him.

"Fuck," he murmured, jutting his hips forward against your hand, desperately craving more friction.

Your hands traveled to your right hip to undo the zipper of your skirt, causing Shawn's eyes to light up as he desperately tried to peel the fabric off of you.

"Let me," he muttered, tugging the material down your thighs as you shifted your weight around, trying to make it easier for him.

His eyes lit up at the sight of your soaked panties, and he reached out to rub your clothed heat. A low moan escaped your lips as he hooked his fingers in your underwear, peeling them from your body with your help.

"Shawn, please," you whimpered as he gazed at your dripping core, dipping his thumb between your folds to massage your clit.

His lips were on your neck as he muttered, "You're sure?" to which you nodded in desperation.

He immediately dropped to his knees, pulling your body to the edge of the desk with his massive hands. His face was inches from your heat as he looked up at you, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips.

"Oh my god," you groaned, bucking your hips forward to meet his irresistible pout. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, leading him to lean forward and lick a hot stripe from your entrance to your clit.

You tossed your head back in pleasure, threading your fingers through his soft curls as his large hands took purchase on each of your thighs.

He was looking up at you as his tongue swirled around your clit, causing all sorts of moans and gasps to escape your lips. It wasn't long before you were tugging at his hair because he was profusely sucking on your clit, throwing you into a squirming frenzy.

"Fuck, Shawn, more," you panted, causing him to look up at you again as he brought a hand from your thigh to your core. With two fingers, he teased your entrance before sinking them deep inside of you. His tongue was still lapping at your clit, changing the angle every time you moaned to keep you on the edge.

"Fuck, Shawn, I'm gonna come," you groaned, pushing his face into your heat as he chuckled against you.

In an instant, he had pulled away and was looking up at you, face slick with your wetness.

"Not yet, princess," he spoke, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh before licking his wet fingers clean.

You watched in awe as he stood up, leaning down to kiss you and allowing you to taste yourself. He began pushing his boxers down his thighs, his face inches from yours.

"If you're gonna come, it better be around my cock," he spoke lowly, kicking his underwear away with his hardened length flush to his abdomen.

Your stomach dipped at his words, eyes raking over his toned abs as he aligned his thick cock with your slick entrance, teasing your folds with his tip.

"Oh my god, Shawn, please," you whimpered, trying to pull his hips closer.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he asked, his twinkly eyes meeting yours.

"Please just fuck me already," you groaned, gasping when he sunk his length into your core.

He slowly bottomed out, waiting for a nod from you to start moving. His thrusts were small and rapid, causing little moans to tumble from each of your lips with every movement of his hips. His face was buried in your neck as he picked up speed, pounding into you and causing the desk to creak.

"Oh, fuck," you groaned, reaching for his ass to get more of him.

"You like that?" he grunted, "You like my thick cock in your tight little pussy?"

You moaned in response, the feeling of him filling you out overcoming your senses and leaving you a whimpering mess. His hands were on either side of your thighs, gripping the desk as he ruthlessly pounded into your core. His balls slapped against his upper thigh as he thrusted on an angle, hitting all the right spots within you. A calloused finger took purchase on your swollen clit, rubbing you all the right ways to bring you back to the edge.

"Shawn, I'm close," you mumbled into his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he grunted, earning a moan from you in response. "That's it, come for me," he cooed, coaxing an orgasm from you as your walls clenched around his cock.

"Fuck, yes, ah," he grunted as his thrusts slowed, releasing hot spurts of liquid deep inside of you.

Your clammy bodies remained intertwined as you came down from your highs, and he leaned back to plant a wet kiss on your sweaty forehead.

"That was-" he began to speak.

"Weird," you completed his sentence, "but a good weird. A really good weird."

He chuckled, pulling out and searching for his underwear. You sat there awkwardly, contemplating inviting him over or trying to forget his name altogether. You went with the former.

"I, I um, I have a bottle of wine at home if you'd like to maybe," you stammered, "help me polish it off?"

"Uh, y-yeah," he smiled, "maybe I can really show you what I meant when I said I'm under you."