"Brittany, please make sure I'm not interrupted for the rest of the day unless it's Mr. y/l/n." Tom barked as he barreled through the hallway to his office, not giving the petite blonde at the reception desk a chance to speak as he roughly shut the door to his office.

Tom was frustrated about the deal that should have been done months ago. But someone from Accounting messed up. It was almost causing the client to back out of the agreement. Tom had worked hard to get them on board, and now it was teetering. Let along his night after you left kept him restless and tired.

Tom sighed heavily, pouring himself a drink from the Crystal Decanter, a gift when he made a partner from his mother. He flopped into the oversize chair, the set by the large window. Legs sprawled out, his arm rested over his thigh—the other rubbing his forehead.

       The door to his office suddenly opened than closed. "Britney, I said I didn't want to be disturbed." Tom snarled, not once looking up.

         "Well, last time I checked, I wasn't a bimbo." You claimed.

         Tom's head snapped up. His glass almost dropped from his hand.  "Miss. Y/l/n what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be sleeping off your hangover?" Tom raised an eyebrow. His eyes scanned over you. His jacket buttoned over your body. The coat hit mid-thigh on you. Your legs bare as you walk around his desk, your high heels echoed as they hit the floor.

         "I wanted to give you your jacket back." You hummed. Your hand slid along Tom's desk as you neared.

          "You could have just left it with my assistant or down on the main floor." Tom swallowed hard.

        You giggled as you stood next to him, your hip resting against the perfectly polished red oak. "You look a little tense, Tom, maybe you need to loosen that tie?" To reached forward, your hand side along with the silk.

        "Mis y/l/n" Tom cleared his throat grabbed ahold of your wandering hands. "If my jacket is the only thing, then that will be all. I wish to get back to work."

         Tom watched as you grabbed the Crystal glass from Tom's hand, taking a swing of it before setting it off to the side. You slide yourself between him and the desk. Slowly undoing the buttons, finally revealing sheer pink and lace babydoll underneath it all with barley there matching thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. But boy, did those images you had accidentally sent him did not do you justice. You were a sight. Your nipples had hardened with the cold room. Tom's cock started to grow uncomfortable in his treasures.

"M-miss. y/l/n what are you doing?" Tom quickly snapped out of it. When your hand wrapped itself around his tie, pulling him toward you. Remind himself that you were his partner's daughter. Not someone he wanted to be messing around with.

"Something I've wanted to do for far too long. And from the looks of things." Your free hand ran along the length of his needy cock. Twitching under your touch. "You have too."

Tom roughly grabbed both your wrists, making you giggle. "I like you being rough with me." You leaned into Tom, kissing his lips. The perfect distraction as Tom was too shocked to react, which allowed you to straddle his thigh.

         Slowly you rolled your hip, grinding yourself against his muscular thigh. "Mmm, Tom, I want you." You moaned into the kiss.

           "Stop this nonsense, Miss. Y/l/n." He pulled you off his lip, grabbing onto you so you wouldn't fall. Your knee brushed against his painfully growing cock. Tom notice how wet you were from the cold, damp spot that was now left behind. He was mentally cussing himself out.

          "I see the way you eye fuck me, Mr. Hiddleston. You and I Both know you want to bend me over this desk and pound into me." You winked. You were still standing before him.

          You grabbed ahold of Tom's hand as he Stared you down. You pushed his hand between your thighs the panties did nothing to cove your dripping folds. Helping Tom's fingers grazed at your entrance and swollen clit. You twitched and gasped at his touch. You expected Tom to pull his hand away, but he never did.

          "Fuck." Tom breathed out. "Your bloody fucking wet." Tom started to move his finger along your folds on his own., teasing you.
"Oh, Tom." You moaned out.
You let go of Tom's hand as it now started working you over. Your now free hand massaged Tom's hard twitch cock. "Oh, god, Tom." You gasped and moaned. Tom's fingers covered in your juices. "I want you, Tom! Make me your little sluty, Princess." Your voice strained as you were close to coming.

Tom jumped out of his set when his phone rudely interrupted his intense dream. He groaned, rubbing his head both of them. God, he was hard. Looking over at the clock on the wall, most everyone was on lunch. Maybe he could give himself a little relief knowing it was going to be a long day.

Tom undid the zipper to his slacks, pulling out his hard, heavy, and very much active cock. He was already seeping out pre-cum. Giving him enough lubrication to moved his hand over his length with ease. Thinking of that tight wet pussy of yours. You riding his thighs and his cock. The lewd thought of turning daddy little princess into a mewling quim made his cock pulses in pleasure.

He was far to close to coming when the door opened to his office. The click of the door made him holt his action. "And what do I owe the intrusion Miss. y/l/n?" Tom cleared his throat as you shut the door behind you.

Though as delightful of thought it was that you were here to fuck his brains out, this was not a dream. Your eyes met his you looked like a little lamb that had been thrown to the lions suddenly. Did you hear him jerking off? Seeing him in the act? He thought.

"I wanted to return your coat." You stayed walking towards him. Tom scooted under his desk more, hiding his painful member.

"Ah, yes, though, I didn't expect you to bring it. Just leave it on the chair Miss. y/l/n." Tom tilted his head in the directions he was referring to, watching you like a wolf in sheep's clothing. You looked like you had just finished working out. The tight yoga pants cling to you like they were painted on give the idea that you were either not wearing any panties or a thong. Didn't help his painful predicament or the fact you only had a sports bra on.

"Is there anything else, Miss. y/l/n?" Tom hummed when you pause at the door after draping the jacket over the chair.

"I just wanted to say thank you for the coat. It was rather cold out." You managed to get out.

"Yes, indeed it was. Have a good day, Miss. y/l/n." Tom was trying to get you to leave. If not, he would make you bring that pretty ass of your over and have you bouncing off his lap if you stayed any longer. And you'd be needing his coat once more then.