Fuck.

Okay, get it together, focus on something else. how about a budget meeting. I had a budget meeting with Strauss this morning.

Wait, gross, Strauss. Think of something else.

Okay, what about baseball. I've got tickets to see the game next weekend. I was going to invite , I'm not supposed to be thinking about Emily. I mean who can blame me though. I wonder if she would wear shorts to the game. Those creamy soft legs on display. Then again I wouldn't be opposed to her wearing jeans either. Her shapely ass... damn I don't think I could keep my hands off it. What if she wore a tank top. Her beautiful, full breasts begging to be released from the fabric of her tank top as we watch the games from the bleachers. Sweat dripping down her chest right between her…

Fuck this isn't working. How could i allow her to have this much control over him?

Speaking of control…

Hotch let out a sharp hiss as Emily's tongue pressed lightly against the sensitive tip of his dick. He felt her smile around him as she went back to bobbing her head up and down on him. Her cheeks hollowed as her brown eyes looked up at him.

This was beyond inappropriate. The ambassador's daughter was on her knees, under her boss's desk as she gave him a blow job. Beyond inappropriate, but also beyond hot.

It started innocently. Emily came into her boss's/secret lover's office to ask him to lunch. But she immediately saw the stress that marred his face. Before she knew it, she was dropping to her knees in front of him. He swiveled in his office chair to face her, intending to ask her just what in the hell she was doing. She didn't reply though. She just simply unbuckled his pants and pulled down them along with his boxers. She then positioned herself under his desk, just in case someone was to walk in. And then she went to town. And Aaron, couldn't stop her if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to. The things her mouth could do was heavenly and he loved it.

Aaron's fingers found themselves embedded in her dark hair and he held her head in place. He let out a soft moan, just as a knock was placed on the door.

Emily stopped. She realized she needed to hide. She crammed herself tighter into the small alcove of her boss's desk. She felt him shift impossible closer to hide the fact that his pants were down around his ankles. His legs were slightly spread apart, allowing room for her and his cock was still achingly hard.

After a small command to come in was placed, Reid entered the office.

"Do you think you can sign off on all of the reports for me now? I really want to go home early tonight."

"Of course, "

Reid sat down in one of the seats in his office, quietly waiting for Hotch to finish. The reports were laid in front of Hotch as he hastily pretended to read over them before signing them. He was on the last report when a knock on the door sounded again. This time however, he didn't even say come in before the door barges open and Rossi appears in front of them.

"Strauss is going to be the death of me. She is wanting me to wear a suit and tie. A tie, Aaron. She said it is appropriate for the people in power position to wear jeans to work. And that I should be setting an example," Rossi angrily spoke.

Fuck, why can't I just be left alone. Well technically, I don't mind Emily's company.

"She is your boss, Dave. Just do it for a week to get her off your back and then you can go back to your casual work clothes," Hotch replied as his eyes went back down to Reid's report as he quickly signed it and handed it and the rest of the reports back to the younger agent.

Underneath the desk, Emily's couldn't help but stare at Aaron's still engorged member. She knew she shouldn't, it was too risky, but she couldn't help herself. Slowly, she raised her hand and softly grasped it as she started pumping him in a lazy motion.

"hmmmpppfff," accidentally left Hotch's mouth as he twitched forward.

Rossi and Reid's eyes were both on him, questioning the strange noise and response from their boss.

"I've been getting leg cramps lately. They show up randomly, " He lied as he reached down and pretended to rub his leg under his desk. In reality, he placed his hand on Prentiss's arm trying to get her to stop. In response, she brushed her tongue against the underside of his base. She continued with her lazy pumps of her hand and the soft licks of her tongue. She isn't a cruel woman. She isn't trying to make him cum in front of Reid and Rossi. She just wants to keep him hard so he can cum after they leave.

"Legs cramps are mostly caused by dehydration, strenuous activity, and lack of muscle use. But cramps may also be a sign of diabetes or peripheral artery disease. But more interested is that leg cramps can be a sign of-"

Reid was cut off by a small wave of Hotch's hand.

"Don't worry. I've just haven't been drinking as much water as I should. Too much coffee, " Hotch reassured. Okay so it wasn't a total lie.

Reid quickly stood up and said goodbye. Rossi remained in the room. Hotch really hoped he left soon. He didn't think he could hold it much longer.

" I don't even think I own a suit, Aaron. I'm not even the leader of the team. You are. But apparently people look up to me. I didn't ask for that. it ain't my fault. I shouldn't have to dress up. "

" Okay, fine. I'll talk to Strauss about this. Happy? Now get out of my office so I can't get some work done and see my son tonight," Hotch replied.

"Thank you. I knew you would come through," Rossi said as he left.

As soon as the door was shut, Aaron leaned back in his chair so Emily could peak out from underneath his desk.

"Have you lost your fucking mind, " he whispered angrily.

"Maybe," she shrugged as she immediately went back in to finish what she started. Aaron let out a moan as her mouth wrapped around his shaft. Her pretty, plump lips moved up and down on him as she quickly regained the pace they were at before they were interrupted.

He felt the familiar fire build in his stomach. He wrapped his hand around Emily's hair again.

"I'm going to cum," He warned.

She smiled around his cock as she picked up the pace. Soon his thick warm seed was painting the back of her throat. A small dribble pooled in the corner of her mouth as she swallowed his load.

She released him from her mouth with a 'pop'. Her thumb gently moved to the corner of her mouth as she wiped the cum off. She smiled seductively and never released eye contact as she sucked on her thumb to clean all of his seed up.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? When did I lose control in this relationship? Did I even have it to begin with?