Okay, so this is a part two, which was written for Heronducks. So hope you enjoy!

Clary's brightly painted lips tipped up in a smile as she looked over to where Jace was caught up in a conversation with three of the most important men in their company. Jace was important and pretty high up, but these were...His bosses bosses, maybe even the one up. She wasn't sure why they were at their Christmas party, usually it was just their department and some of their friends and family, which was about a hundred people, but there had been some big merger that had just closed with Japan two days ago, so maybe they had come as a big thank you for that, since Jace had been the one who had done most of the work.

Which Clary was fully aware of, as not only one of the people who worked closest with him, but also his girlfriend. He had been working all hours of the night for the past month and it had been hard to find time for each other, which wasn't exactly good at the beginning of a relationship, but they were making it work.

Maybe it meant that his work email was receiving some racy messages and photos in the middle of the night on a Saturday when she was drunk and had stumbled home from clubbing with Kaelie and Magnus, but other than some joking comments about misuse of business tools, he had never seriously had a problem with them. Especially when he had replied to a couple—unfortunately never with photos of his own, but sometimes with short messages, until he had time to call her or come over.

"Your man still tied up?" Kaelie hummed out, tipping her hair to the side as she sipped from her eggnog.

"Yup," Clary made a face. "Hopefully it won't take much longer..."

"Send him a photo, biscuit," Magnus piped up, appearing behind the two girls with a cocktail in his hand. "That's how the whole mess between you started, wasn't it?" He smirked and Clary grinned, but she mixed in a roll of her eyes as well.

"It's called a relationship, Mags, not a mess," Clary corrected him and it was Magnus to roll his eyes. "And I'm pretty sure it's what you want with that guy..." Clary wiggled her finger over to where Alec Lightwood was standing with his sister by the make shift bar of the evening. Magnus narrowed his eyes, the red and green glitter that he had applied all around his eyes and above his cheekbones catching the lights above them, and then he stuck out his tongue at Clary, because they were all adults, and that was the proper response.

Clary just giggled, but then her mind drifted as Kaelie and Magnus started looking around and rating their co-workers outfits.

The outfit that she was wearing tonight was very similar to Kaelie's, and they were ones that they had picked out very purposefully. There was a guy who had just started working as a temp about three weeks ago, Meliorn Hassouné, that Kaelie was hoping to go home with, and Clary and Jace absolutely had plans after, given Jace was finally done with his merger. Both of their dresses were short—definitely shorter than what would usually be appropriate—but they had thick black tights on underneath. Kaelie's was red with a lacy white trim and a matching lacy white collar while Clary's was green with a fluffy red trim that dipped low at the front, and both of them had zips that went right down the front, from collar to hem.

Very easy access.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom," Clary announced, putting down her drink on the first available surface—which she was pretty sure was Simon's desk—and then walked toward the hallway on the far side of the room. As she reached the doorway, she looked over her shoulder and she met Jace's eyes. He gave her a small, apologetic smile before looking back at the men he was speaking with and Clary left the room. Instead of walking all the way to the end where the bathrooms were, Clary took a detour into one of the large conference rooms.

The room was almost completely dark, other than some dim light coming in through the glass doors from the hallway lights, and coming from the glowing signs on the adjacent buildings and Clary chewed down on her bottom lip as she walked to the head of long mahogany table, where Jace would usually sit. She sat down in the plush leather seat, feeling it cool against her bare arms and her fingers played with the metal zipper pressed against her breasts.

Clary pulled her phone out from where it was in her bra and skimmed her thumb over the screen to get it to light up, and then had to tap in her passcode since it was to dark in the room for the face recognition to pick up. Then she opened her camera app and turned it on selfie mode to look at the lighting.

It was horrendous, casting her in a terrible bluish light that really wasn't doing anything for her complexion, but that was what flash was for.

Clary tugged down the zipper just a little and took a photo, just from the nose down, sucking the corner of her lip into her mouth in a way that she knew Jace responded to well, and then studied the photo after. It wasn't bad—natural light was always better, but she would just have to take what she could get. She snapped a few more photos, the zipper of her dress getting lower and lower, exposing her bra, and then dipping down lower to flash the little diamonds in her belly button.

She flicked them all off to Jace, and waited.

He took a few minutes to respond, which made sense, since he was probably still with his bosses and only pulled his phone out of his pocket after the third or fourth message had been sent.

Where are you?

Came the simple response and Clary smirked, leaning forward to zip her dress back all the way up and rearrange it.

Your chair in the conference room, she tapped out, pressing sending and then leaning back in the chair again, wiggling a little to make herself comfortable as she waited for Jace to come and find her.

It only took him a minute, and even in the terrible lighting, she could see that his cheeks were flushed.

"You know that was important, right?" He stated as he let the glass door slide swing shut slowly behind him. Clary hummed under her breath, shrugging a shoulder as he slowly walked around the conference table, running a hand along the backs of the chairs that he was passing.

"If it was that important, then you should be there, not here," Clary replied with a shrug of her shoulder, which was bare other than the slim green strap that was holding up her dress. Jace raised his eyebrows at her, she could see in the shitty light, but there was a small smirk on his face, even though he was trying to hide it back. He acted as though he was all uptight and professional at work—and maybe seventy percent of the time he was—but Clary managed to wiggle herself beneath his defenses and get him to loosen up a little.

Isabelle said that it was good for him, so Clary enjoyed throwing that in his face, although Jace always cringed and made a face, and said that he would really rather Clary not bring his cousin up when she was trying to convince him to have a quickie in his office.

Which was understandable, but Clary liked the fact someone in his family said that she was good for him.

"I'm where I should be," Jace said simply and Clary didn't bother hiding her grin as she touched her zipper, tugging it down just a little. Jace's eyes dipped down to her chest, looking at the cleavage that was slowly getting exposed, and Clary grin shifted to something else, something more private, her teeth digging into red lips, pressing into the tacky lipstick. "You think you could ever just ring or text me and tell me that you want me to come and find you?"

"Come and find me, aye?" Clary smirked as her fingers continued to pull down the zipper, the dress parting over breasts and revealing the lacy black bra that she was wearing underneath and Jace's eyes followed the zipper down. Down to her stomach where her belly button bar was, and then lower, over the band of her tights and where her underwear were, until the dress was completely open, the hem falling on either side of her thighs. "I kind of like the idea of that..." she tilted her head to the side, crossing one leg over the other as Jace moved to sit on the edge of the solid wooden table, his arms folded over his chest. "Leaving you a trail of clothes to come and get me..." Jace cleared his throat. He probably thought it was quietly, but given the room was almost silent other than the muffled noise from the party that was happening in the room a few over, she heard it clearly.

"I don't think that would be appropriate for work, Clarissa," Jace said, although his voice sounded a little strained.

Clary couldn't help but grin, because whenever he called her Clarissa, it did the opposite of whatever he was trying to do by telling her off, it just turned her on more.

"I'm not trying to be appropriate, Jace," she teased him lightly, licking her lips again, ignoring that feeling of the tacky lipstick. "And are you telling me you don't like the photos? You want me to stop?" She batted her eyelashes at him before dipping her eyes down to the front of the suit pants that he was wearing.

Literally his only festive wear was the fact that his red tie had a thick green stripe across it, which hardly counted, even though Clary knew that it was meant to, but she still didn't have any issues with his suit.

All of them fit him well, tailored to his body, showing off his thighs and ass, and when he shrugged out his jacket, the shirts always pulled over his shoulders and biceps, and it was a big part of the reason why Clary found it hard to keep her hands off of him at work.

"You gonna fuck me on this table or not?" Clary asked eventually, her voice breaking through the quiet and she saw Jace's body jolt in reaction to the words. Then he was leaning forward and gripping her hands and pulling her to her feet. Clary let out a gasp as she was pulled between Jace's thighs, his hands moving to the elastic band of her tights and underwear. He made quick work jerking them down and Clary grinned, wiggling her hips from side to side to help as he pulled them down, and then her fingers dropped to his belt and she pulled his pants down just enough to pull out his cock, which was already beginning to fill.

"Fuck," Jace grunted as her small hand wrapped around him, her fingers gripping him just on the right side of too-hard.

"You still think that talking to your bosses is more important?" Clary teased with a grin and a wiggle of her shoulders. Jace rolled his eyes, even though they shut straight after and he had to grit his teeth together as she pumped her hand up and down.

"I never said...It was more...Important," he managed to say. "Just that it was important." Clary grinned as she stopped and then held out her hand to him. "What?" He asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Condom," she stated.

"What makes you think I brought a condom to the office Christmas party?" Jace asked, trying to sound high and mighty but failing pretty hard on the front that his cock was curved up against the button down that he was wearing. "You're the one who's always getting into trouble like this," he was grinning, though, and Clary knew he loved it.

"Liar," she smirked. "I know you brought one. I sent you a photo of what my outfit was before I came tonight, there's no way you didn't bring one."

"You think you're that irresistible, hm?" Jace questioned, his eyes answering that question for her, and Clary just kept on smiling. They held eye contact for a long few moments before Jace gave in, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a condom, the wrapper crinkling in the quiet of the room.

"There you go," Clary grinned as she took the condom for him, tearing the corner off with her teeth and taking out the glove. She rolled it over Jace deftly, fingers pressing down on the sides of his cock and sending a shiver through Jace, even though he was still trying to look professional. He moved to sit on the table properly, so that she could move to sit on his lap, and lift herself over him, and Clary pressed her lips down over his as she lowered herself down. Jace felt her moan against his mouth as he filled her, and his fingers flex on her hips, underneath the material of her dress.

She'd been right.

About everything she had said.

Like she usually was.

Jace didn't care how important it was for him to kiss up to his bosses and talk about what he had done on the merger when Clary was waiting for him in a room. He didn't want her to send him normal texts or call him when she sent him pictures—even just flirty ones that weren't leading to sex, he loved them just as much as the other ones. And he didn't care that being with her lead to more inappropriate behavior at work than he had ever in engaged in in just the past four months than in his entire life.

"God, you're beautiful," Jace murmured, encouraging her movements, and Clary bit down hard on her lower lip as she began to ride him, her knees digging into the wooden table below her. Clary kissed him again, her nose bumping against his and their teeth clicking together once or twice as they found a rhythm, Clary moving quickly and Jace thrusting up against her. Once they found that rhythm, though, their bodies moved together, and Clary whined against Jace as his cock filled her, pressing against the soft walls inside her and making her body shake. Jace tugged at the cups of her bra, pulling them down under her breasts and playing with her nipples, one of his hands going to Clary's lower back, flattening against her firmly and pressing her harder against him. "Faster, baby, come on."

"Shit," Clary whined, her hands going to his shoulders, helping to balance her as she picked up her pace. Clary felt her orgasm rising as Jace tugged at her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, pulling at the piercing in her right breast, which was incredibly sensitive.

"Come on, baby," Jace repeated softly, nipping at her bottom lip, probably not as gently as he thought given his breathing was labored and his movements were becoming jerky.

Clary came first, and Jace was just a few thrusts behind her. Clary let out a long breath and fell forward, basically headbutting Jace's shoulder, burying her face in his neck as she steadied herself. Jace stroked his fingers up and down her back, and he was about to say something when they both heard talking, very clearly, just outside the door. Jace's eyes widened as Clary lifted her head to look over his shoulder and muffled her giggle with her hand. She watched as two of their co-workers walked past—two older woman that Clary didn't really have anything to do with—and then she snorted.

"Ssh!" Jace hissed, but he was grinning as well, even if he was trying to hide it.

"Alright," Clary pressed a quick kiss to Jace's mouth before sliding off him. "Let's get you back to the party. Quicker you finish your little conversation, the quicker you can take your home." She let out a squeak when Jace slapped her ass, grinning in approval as they adjusted themselves.

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