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“Knock knock.”
A glance up from his work was made, then a double-take. “Ms. Pendleton,” Arthur greeted. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home?”
Closing the door behind her, Nora smiled. “I thought I would come visit, see how you’re getting on.” With that she came closer to the desk.
The file in front of him was shut and pushed to the side. “And you couldn’t have waited for me to come home to ask that?” he teased with a smirk.
Nora was at his side, her fingers trailing across the desk. “I know that settling into a new place can be stressful sometimes.”
Her movements and tone felt suggestive; his head slightly turned as she stepped beside him, eyes following her fingers. “It is,” Maxson slowly agreed.
“Well, since it’s my day off, I thought I could help you.” Nora was smiling.
“Help me? And how would you do that?”
“That was… my question to you, actually.” She bit her lip. “Do you need help with anything, Mr. Maxson?”
Despite the fact he was usually called by such a formal title due to his career, it always hit him differently when it came from her; his cock was almost immediately hardening. Turning to face her a little more, he leaned back in his chair and allowed his eyes to rake up and down her body. “I could use a release, now that you mention it.”
“Of course.” She sat on the desk. “Where would you like me?”
Humming, Arthur rolled his chair back a little, then motioned to the opening beneath his desk. “On your knees,” that familiar smirk returned, “Where you belong.”
It was a nice, sturdy desk, and Nora hiked up her skirt as she slid beneath it, revealing the stockings and garter belt underneath the simple blue dress. “Yes, Mr. Maxson.” Her brow was raised, but she was smirking as she knelt.
“Christ, Nora,” he mumbled when he spotted the lingerie, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. But as soon as she settled beneath the furniture, he slid his chair back to where it was, giving her access to him.
She took a moment to work the sleeves down and pull the dress down to bunch around her waist, showing off the blue silk and black lace bra underneath, before both hands were on his pants, undoing the button, pulling down the zip, and tugging the fabric open to reveal his cock straining against his boxers, then kissing softly along the outline.
A quiet exhale left Arthur’s lips as he pulled the file he’d been looking at earlier back in front of him, knowing it was useless to try to work while she was between his thighs, but he had to at least try.
Well, maybe not.
Regardless, the file was opened and a pen put atop it before he was sinking into his chair, eyes closing.
Nora worked his cock free from his boxers, slowly stroking it. It was already hard, but she liked the way it felt in her grip. This was hardly the first time they had played like this, but it had always been at home, where her being his secretary and looking after him could be played out for as long as they wanted.
He slightly moved his chair back to see her even though she didn’t have her mouth around him yet, his eyes focused on how she was stroking his cock. “Come on, girl,” Arthur breathed, pulling his dress shirt up a little, “Start sucking.”
Her lips closed around the tip, and carefully she began to work him into her mouth, inch by inch, sucking as he had asked. Her tongue flicked along the tip, swirling into the little slit, as her hands ran up and down his thighs, squeezing gently. Her eyes met his.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes briefly closing as he relished in the pleasure, though they were soon opening again to focus on her. “God, yes. I’m so glad you stopped by, pulchra.”
She winked, her lips wrapping around the base. Nora started to bob her head, careful not to hit the desk, watching his expression as she swallowed around him.
It was difficult to see her when she started moving back and forth, the edge of the desk getting in the way, so Maxson opted for letting his eyes flutter shut, his head tipping back into the chair as he enjoyed what she was doing to him. “Fuck, Nora,” he panted.
There was a knock at the door.
Arthur sat up straight in his chair, making a quick glance down at Nora. “Who—” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “—Who is it?”
“It’s Danse. You were looking up the Coleridge case?”
“Fuck, fuck,” Arthur whispered, leaning back enough to see Nora. “Did you lock the door?”
She let out a soft noise to indicate no.
“I’m—” heat rushed through him, his chest still heaving from pleasure, “—I’m, uh… I was, yeah, but, um…” Fuck, he couldn’t think straight.
“… is now a bad time?” Danse called.
If he said ‘yes,’ that was a clear indicator he wasn’t alone; but if he said ‘no,’ then Danse would come into the room. And Nora wasn’t stopping.
“… No? I don’t—I don’t kn—” Taking a sharp inhale, Arthur just shook his head. “No, it’s—it’s fine.”
The door opened, and Danse walked in. His eyes immediately locked onto Arthur. “Everything all right?”
Maxson shifted in his seat, quickly nodding his head. “Mhm, yeah. Everything’s fine,” he answered, though his voice was tense.
“Sure? You look like you need to adjust your thermostat,” Danse chuckled, as he came over, the file in his hand. “Here. Everything I’ve got on Coleridge. Seems pretty open and shut, we’re looking at breaking and entering, theft and arson. You really don’t think the guy did it?”
It might have been funny if the room actually wasn’t much hotter than usual and Arthur’s face wasn’t flushed red from pleasure. Not to mention frustration as Danse approached. Still, Arthur leaned forward a little, taking the file and setting it down. “No,” he answered, clearing his throat again as he shifted in his seat once more. “It was, uh… h-he had an alibi. Made sense. Pretty—pretty sure he’s being,” god, he was squeezing the arm of his chair, “Uh, framed.”
“Man, she has changed you,” Danse chuckled. “That’s impressive.”
Maxson’s other hand was on his chin, his elbow on the arm of the chair as he leaned on that side, still gripping the other. “Mm, she has,” he agreed through gritted teeth.
Nora was careful just to lick him, not sucking too hard, or doing anything that would make too much noise in front of Danse.
Danse paused. Then the tiniest of smirks quirked at his lips. “So, how is she? How are you getting along?”
Great. He wasn’t leaving but apparently making fucking small talk. “She’s—she’s good,” Arthur replied. “We’re, um, doing good. Really good.”
“Glad to hear it. Surprised she took you up on that offer, in the end. What changed her mind?” Danse asked.
Nora took that moment to slowly deepthroat him.
A slow, shaky breath left Maxson’s nose as his eyes tightly shut. “You know, I have—I have no idea,” he admitted.
“You’re probably right,” Danse agreed. “I’m sure it took a lot of hard work with you sucking up to her to get her to change her mind.”
Meeting the other man’s gaze, they stared at one another for a long moment. “… Meaning?”
“I’d tell you, but trying to explain it would,” Danse’s lips quirked, “be a mouthful.”
Arthur picked up the closest thing to him—a paperweight that had been a gift years ago—and chucked it at his friend. “Get the fuck out.”
Danse caught it, laughing, and placed it back on the desk. “Have a good afternoon, Arthur. And Nora.” With that, he rapidly left the room.
As soon as the door was shut and he was alone with Nora, Arthur deflated in his chair with a heavy sigh, rolling back just enough to see her again. “You’re always getting me in trouble.”
She was immediately rapidly bobbing her head and sucking, her eyes fixed on his, her hands leaving his thighs to pull her bra down just enough that when she lifted her arms again, the cups pushed up her bare breasts.
The constant stimulation the entire time she’d been between his legs had allowed a small amount of heat to build at the base of his spine, but her speeding up was fanning the flames of it, pulling him toward the edge. “Oh, fuck,” Arthur groaned, sliding back a little more so she was able to scoot out from beneath the desk enough for him to thread his fingers into her hair.
Nora tapped her face, her chest, her throat, silently asking where he wanted to finish as she sucked harder.
His eyes rolled up again as he moaned, that heat coiling tight. “I want to cum down your throat.”
Nodding, she moaned around him. One hand slid between her thighs and pushed past her underwear, starting to rub her clit so the sound wouldn’t stop. The other reached into his boxers and stroked his balls, her eyes on his as she moved her head faster. The wet noise of him in her mouth filled the room.
“God, fuck, I’m close,” Arthur groaned. The temperature in the room was hot, and he couldn’t keep his hips still as they reflexively thrusted with each movement she made.
She took him deep, lips around the base of his cock, swallowing around him before bobbing once more. Her tongue stroked over what it could reach as her gaze was fixed on his.
Arthur was sent over the edge with a low moan, his back arching as he came down her throat. “Fuck, fuck, Nora.”
She pulled her lips back far enough that it was easy to swallow his cum, licking and sucking, big blue eyes watching his expression of ecstasy as she worked him through his orgasm.
With a heavy breath, he nudged her off his cock. “Good girl.”
Nora licked her lips clean, and sat up with her breasts on his thigh, panting softly. “Did that help, Mr. Maxson?”
“Yes, it did, Ms. Pendleton,” he answered, breathless. “I feel much better now, thank you.”
“Wonderful.” She kissed the still semi-hard cock. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
He started tucking himself away and buttoning his pants up, “You could convince me to leave early.”
“Hmm,” she mused. “…maybe if, if I’m… desperate enough to leave.”
“Oh? Well, I suppose I could just continue working for the next,” Arthur checked his wristwatch, “Four hours. You know, instead of taking you home and fucking you like I’m thinking of doing. But I guess that’s fine, too.”
She stood, the straps of her bra loose around her arms, her breasts still hanging free. “Persuade me.”
“Persuade you, hm?” One arm abruptly wrapped around the back of her thighs and pulled her against him to where she was between his legs, her lower half against his chest and his chin on her stomach as he looked up at her. “By making you desperate?”
“Mhmm,” she gasped.
“I suppose I could do that.” The tips of his fingers trailed up the backs of her thighs, grazing along the stockings while moving between her legs. “I could also fuck you bent over my desk, too.”
“Either works,” she whispered.
“Go lock the door.”
She was immediately slipping away to the door and locking it, checking it to make sure, before she came back to him, her hands behind her back.
Standing, Arthur shrugged off his suit jacket and folded it in half, draping it over the back of his chair. His eyes turned to Nora once she was beside him, though he quickly moved some items on his desk before motioning to it. “Bend over, hands behind your back.”
Turning around, she leaned over it, spreading her thighs wide and grasping her wrists as she bit her lip. “Yes, Mr. Maxson.”
Arthur stepped behind her, his palm pressing to her ass and pushing her dress up to her hips. Rather than removing her underwear, though, he yanked at the fabric, roughly pulling it to one side of her ass before his fingers rubbed along her folds.
Biting her lip, Nora moaned softly, trying not to be too loud. The walls weren’t particularly thick, and she didn’t want anyone else knowing what was going on.
“Think you can keep quiet?” he asked, one finger pushing into her.
“Mmm,” she groaned. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” Slowly thrusting his one finger a few times, a second was worked in after a moment, and he finally crooked them, seeking out her sweet spot.
The brief moments she’d been touching herself, the time she had spent under his desk, she was already wet enough that both fingers just felt good. Nora swallowed her moans, soft panting filling the air, and her hips ground against his touch.
“You always get so damn wet just from sucking my cock,” Arthur pointed out. “Why is that, hm?”
“I-I like b-being at, fuck, at, oh, your- your mercy!” she confessed breathlessly.
Twisting his wrist, both fingers pressed into that sensitive bundle of nerves and started rubbing just as he leaned over her, hovering, his free hand placed on the desk to hold him up. “Did you like almost getting caught?”
“N-not so much,” she gasped, her thighs trembling. “Oh, fuck.”
He kept the motions slow, gently massaging her sweet spot, almost teasing. “Think you might like Danse joining us one day?”
Nora’s brow furrowed for just a moment. “W-wait, would y-you, fuck!” She sucked in a breath, the wet noise of his fingers audible. “Y-you would- want that?”
There was a slight shrug, his head tilting toward his shoulder as he did. “With some rules, I might. But getting to see you helpless, desperate, writhing in pleasure,” Arthur’s eyes dragged up and down her body, “Would be worth it.”
“R-rules?” she gasped.
“Mm,” he confirmed, pressing a bit more firmly against her sweet spot. “No coming in you, things like that.” The pads of his fingers heated up a little. “And we’d have to tell him.”
Nora keened softly, her thighs trembling “A-about- the- masks?”
“The powers. I’m sure he’ll figure the rest out, but,” his fingers roughly ground against that sensitive bundle of nerves, “I can’t always control it during sex.”
The thought of being sandwiched between the two of them, fucked by both of them at the same time, made her whole body flood with heat. “FuckI’mgonnacum-!”
Pulling his fingers out, he clapped his hand down on her ass before standing up straight. Nora’s body tensed up, trembling as she rode that edge, her breathing heavy and hard as she tried to keep her noises down.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Arthur, god.”
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered even as he was unbuckling his belt.
“Take me home, right now,” Nora panted.
He paused. “I thought we were going to fuck here first?”
“I’m not gonna be able to… to keep quiet,” Nora whispered.
“Fuck,” he breathed, redoing his belt. “Alright, let me get my stuff. You drove?”
She nodded as she started pulling her underwear back in place, her body still burning hot from the denial. Fuck him and his clever fingers.
“… we can, uh, be in here… another day,” she whispered.
Maxson grunted, then quickly started gathering some files together, putting them in a bag so he could take them home. He’d be leaving work early, but that was fine; there were no clients for the rest of the day, it only consisted of going over cases and paperwork. Once he had everything together, he pulled his suit jacket on and buttoned it, then grabbed his bag.
“Let’s go.”
Getting her clothes on, Nora made sure her makeup was intact, quickly reapplying some lipstick before she slid on her jacket. “Right this way, Mr. Maxson.”
“You’ll be the death of me,” Arthur mumbled as they stepped out of his office, the door being locked behind him. And as they quickly passed the secretary, he let her know that he was leaving early, waving. “Goodnight, Haylen.”
“Night, Mr. Maxson.”
“Alright.” They were finally out of earshot. “Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you.”
The doors to the nearest elevator slid open, and Danse stepped out. His eyes met theirs, lips quirking just a little.
“Ms. Pendleton, Arthur,” he said, nodding toward them.
“Mr. Danse,” Nora smiled politely, “pleasure to see you.”
“I’m heading home for the night, Danse,” Maxson told the other man rather than greeting him. “I’ve already told Haylen, she’s leaving in about an hour.”
“All right. You two have a good evening.” Danse started walking away. “Oh, and, Arthur?”
They were in the elevator, and Arthur turned around almost impatiently. “What?”
“Don’t go flying without a license.” The older man turned and strode away.
Confusion washed over Arthur’s face as he stared at the back of Danse’s head. “Don’t go—what? What does that even mean?”
Nora’s eyes glanced down, and as the elevator door slid shut, she silently reached down and zipped his pants back up. “Safety first, pilot.”
Lips parted, he looked down at himself, then at her, repeating the action a couple times. “What? How does that even make sense?”
“Your fly is unzipped,” Nora pointed out. “Flying?”
Maxson’s nose crinkled after a few seconds, the elevator door dinging as it opened back up. “You’re lucky I tolerate this nonsense,” he grumbled before stepping out.
Nora leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re cute when you pout.”
“I’m not pouting,” he protested with a huff. “I’m a grown man, Nora. Grown men don’t pout.”
Taking his hand, Nora kept walking with him through the lobby. “Whatever you say, priya.”
“Keep testing me and you won’t be coming for the next few days, Roshanara,” Arthur warned.
Despite the heat flooding her body, Nora grinned. “Well, you have a twenty minute drive in peace before we get home. Maybe you can, hmm, cool off.”
He let out a slow breath through his nose. “A week.”
They reached the doors outside. “See you when I get home, priya.”
“What you won’t see is an orgasm,” Arthur told her in a low tone. “Which I’ll enjoy denying you.”