- All Work and No Steele
Date: Friday, November 16, 2001
- Sue Hantak <hantaks@mtco.com>
This is partially inspired by Nancy's recent string of stories
as well as a recent list discussion concerning the office:
All Work and No Steele
By Suejue
Rated R
"No, not here." Laura protested but did very little
to put a stop to his advances.
"Well you should have thought of that before you bought
such a spacious desk." Remington eased Laura on top the
slick, bare surface. He tugged at his tie with his right hand
while his left kept her from squirming away.
Her hands seemed to contradict her brain as they went assist
his with his tie. "You're forgetting our little agreement."
"I never agreed to such nonsense." He whispered near
her ear, then launched an assault of teasing, wet kisses down
her neck
"But what if-. aahhh," he managed to derail her thought
for a moment.
"Doors locked." He shook his head, "No what ifs."
"But what about-."
He placed a finger to her lips, "It's after six, Mildred's
gone, no what abouts."
"Mr. Steele, this is a place of business. We work here.""
"Laura, how much work have you ever seen me do on this desk?"
He tugged her blouse free and undid the button at the back of
her skirt.
"That's not the point." Laura straightened up and tried
to restore some decorum.
Remington stood. His posture wasn't the only thing erect. He
crossed his arms and challenged, "Okay, what is the point
then?"
"Don't you see, we need to have boundaries. Definite, discreet,
boundaries. If we keep blurring the line, how long before stakeouts
turn into makeouts? How long will it be before we start blowing
off clients in favor of nooners?"
"And that would be bad?"
Laura rolled her eyes in a why-do-I-even-try manner.
"Kidding. Laura, just kidding. How about I make a unilateral
agreement for a change, eh? I'm willing to wager that you have
fantasized about a romantic office encounter as much as I. And
the longer we deny our desires, it would just become more and
more of a distraction."
"And? Are you saying we should do it-. just to get it over
with?" She chuckled at his logic. "Get it out of the
way, merely to ease the torment?"
"More or less."
"That's absurd."
"Just hear me out." He stood between her legs and planted
his hands firmly on the desk on both sides of her hips. "We
do this now and I promise to show you nothing but purposeful
and professional behavior in this office-or at least during business
hours."
Laura thought about it for a moment. . She ran her finger lightly
along the seam of his waist. There had to be a loophole in what
he was saying. There was always a loophole where Mr. Steele was
concerned. He leaned in to continue where his lips had left off.
He once again eased her blouse from her skirt and slipped his
hands up and under. Slowly, higher and higher until his thumbs
found two receptive targets. Using only his teeth, Remington
unfasten the top few buttons of her blouse. He had never done
that before. <How many other hidden talents does my Mr. Steele
have?> Laura wondered.
Speaking of hidden, Laura reached out to undo his belt. The button
and zipper were the responsibility of her left hand while her
right applied superb pressure. Talk about mixing work with pleasure.
She made no effort to completely remove his clothes. Her right
hand traveled smoothly, lower and lower between his legs. Her
thumb moved in maddening circles, stimulating an area most women
tend to overlook. Her left hand searched through several layers
of clothing to make contact with the area most women tend to
concentrate on.
"Can I take this as a yes?" He barely managed to put
a sentence together.
"Okay." She ultimately conceded. "But one condition."
"Anything" he agreed. Touching him like that required
no other persuasion.
"Not on the desk. How about the sofa?"
The End? I doubt it.
- BACK