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Part four – That One Office Function

Going to work after hooking up with Austin Moon multiple times in the last few days felt extremely weird and awkward for Ally.

Knowing the CEO had made her cum multiple times and no one knew in the office made Ally squirm in her chair. She wondered if people knew about this would this make her the office slut? She hoped not. Austin Moon was the best sex she ever had and she wanted more.

She taps her pen against her chin while her leg nervously bounces up and down. A sense of dread clouds her, but she's excited just even wondering about it. And then it's got her thinking maybe Austin has made her into this ... weird, sex obsessed girl who's contemplating banging her boss inside his office.

Ally glances at the clock for the sixth time in the past minute, and thanks every single deity it's half past nine and nearly everyone is gone. She's pretty sure if someone else was in the office they could hear her thoughts from a mile away, and she does not need that.

As if her constant babbling wasn't enough. She's anxious and she's never done something like this before. Being sexually adventurous and sultry. It's very not Ally.

Ally gets up from her desk and takes the elevator from the 5th floor to the 10th floor where all the offices of the Senior Executives are. Ally rounds the corner and takes a peek over to the side and sees Austin in deep thought, his eyes scanning the computer. He looked so hot in a suit.

Her automatic response is to berate herself for thinking that way, but she smiles devilishly a second after because he is hers. Finally. And if she wanted to have sex with him right now inside his office, she was going to do it.

I'm going. I'm actually getting up and going there. Her mouth gets drier with each step she takes, and with shaking hands Ally opens the office door ... and stands there, paralyzed. Her hands drop to her sides and she can feel her eyes go into a big, round shape from fear. This was a bad idea. A terrible one. One that could get her fired. Not that she would actually get fired because really, how could —

"Ms. Dawson? Is everything alright?"

She snaps out of her daze and swallows thickly. "No. I - I mean, yes. I mean — I'm really bad at lying."

Austin smiles his special smile for her, the one that shows up when she says something incredibly stupid and juvenile. The lamplight on his desk luminates half his face, the other side is shrouded in darkness. Much like himself. But it's his smile which brings both sides of him together, and she's glad she's the one who was able to do that for him.

"Are you sure it's nothing?" "I'm 100 percent sure." Not. "OK."

Whatever amount of arousal and nervousness Ally was feeling for the past hour washes away in a matter of seconds. Who was she kidding? There was no way she was ever going to go through with her plan. Ally was not the type of girl who ... was aggressive and took any guy because she could. That wasn't her. And even if she was a bit more adventurous in bed with Austin, that didn't necessarily mean she was confident enough to have public office sex.

"Listen, if you're going to stand there looking like your head is about to explode, then you might as well help me over here with something."

Ally adjusts her shirt and smiles weakly, tiptoeing towards Austin and unsuccessfully trying to calm her racing heart down. God, she always acted like some virginal princess with no experience when she was around him. She really needed to work on that.

Finally she reaches him, standing over his shoulder. She can practically feel the gears running inside Austin's head, but she tries her best to ignore it. "What do you need?"

Austin, calm as ever, focuses on the computer and points to it. "These numbers aren't making sense. The accountants sent me a list of the variances we might need to adjust but look — the price variance over at our R&D department is only 2,000 over but is says 4,000 over here."

Ally leans closer and bends to see what Austin is asking her about. For a brief second, she's absorbed in the numbers in front of her, but without warning her nerves being to tingle and she's hyperaware of Austin being right next to her. And then her nose starts begging her to inhale his custom Armani cologne because it smelled so good. And then she's a lost cause.

It just happens. One minute she's "acting" normal, and the next, she's grabbing onto the lapels of his suit and pressing her lips over his, desperate for his touch. Her legs are burning from the stretch of being bent over and kissing him, but Thank God is all she can think about. She really, really wanted him.

Now.

She's about to pull back and pretend she had no idea what happened, but it seems like Austin had been thinking the same thing. Abruptly he stands up and takes her face into his hands, kissing her with such passion she can't breathe. He beckons for her to open up and Ally complies, his tongue immediately slithering in and plunging into her mouth. She moans loudly. Kissing Austin was like falling in love over and over again.

He tastes like Austin with a hint of maple syrup and she can't get enough. His right hand is fisted in her hair while the other is pressed on her hip, pushing her closer to him. Ally can't decide where to place her wandering hands — they go from his head to his structured jaw, down to his chest. She loves his body.

Suddenly, Austin pulls back slightly and bends down a little, his arms locking beneath her bum. "What are you doing?" she asks throatily. Instead he grins boyishly and proceeds to lift her up. Ally yelps a little, but he quickly buries his face in her neck, licking and kissing every inch of her.

Her back thuds against the window and a small amount of fear cripples her. "Austin, this isn't a —"

He sucks on her pulse point right then, and God. She can't think. She can't breathe. Ally wraps her legs even tighter around him, Austin can feel Ally's stiletto heels digging into his back. She loves the feeling just how hard he is for her. Moaning wantonly again, she tangles her arms around his neck, letting Austin devour her neck. His stubble scratches against her skin, but she relishes it — it feels good. The cold air filters through the window, but she's getting hot and sweaty and nothing could make her rethink their position.

Austin grinds against her core, and Ally can't stop another moan from spilling her lips. His left-hand travels down to her breast and he greedily palms it, while he brings his lips back onto hers. Ally uses every inch of passion buried deep within her in this kiss, desperate for him. All of him. His lean muscles mold onto her but every time they're together like this, she marvels at how well they fit together. She can feel her self cumming already while Austin's bulge continues to grind against her wet core. Austin Moon could make her cum without taking any of his or her clothes off, this was a first for Ally.

He pulls back suddenly, and Ally actually whimpers at the loss of contact. She takes a good look at him — his lips are beyond swollen, his suit jacket is halfway off his shoulder, his eyes are impossibly dark, and she can see that he's straining against his pants. Unconsciously she licks her lips and focuses on breathing more calmly.

The ambient light paints his smooth face, but something changes. Before she knows it, he's grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around, lightly pushing her against the window. She gasps as her face plants against the cold window. Her stomach clenches at the new position, and she blushes at how hot this seemed. The whole world sits below, and they have no idea Austin Moon is about to have Ally Dawson, just a girl from the marketing department, up against a window.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Austin huskily whispers from behind, his hands bunching up her dress up to her waist. Her warm breath fogs the window, and when she moves her hand from the glass it leaves a palm print. His fingers grasp onto her lace underwear slowly pulling it down. She sighs and rests her head against the window, waiting in anticipation.

"You're not the only one."

He hums quietly, and once he's dropped her panties on the ground Ally immediately kicks them to the side. Soon after, she hears a jingle of his belt and the zipper being undone. She zeroes in on Miami, watching the cars zoom by. A loud rip is heard a second after, and she can see Austin's reflection on the window — his face is contorted in concentration and lust. Her stomach clenches again, so glad she can have Austin all to herself.

Swallowing once more, Ally feels him up against her again, having already slipped the condom on with precise ease. His knee nudges her leg, asking her to open up, while his hands pool her dress around her hips. "The likelihood someone is watching —"

"I don't care," he grunts and he's easily slips in, slowly stretching her out. They simultaneously moan, hers just a bit louder. Thank goodness no one is at the office.

Austin stays there for a moment, careful with her. He was always like this — watching every movement, making sure Ally wasn't uncomfortable. It was sweet, really. But sometimes she wanted aggressive part of Austin, the one who took what he wanted.

She wanted to be fucked by that Austin.

"Hurry up," she breathes out. Listening to her wishes, Austin pulls out completely before slamming into her again. Her head snaps back and lands on his shoulder, her mouth open and a throaty moan tumbling from her lips. Her left hand goes up to Austin's jaw, grabbing onto it and attempting to have some sort of control, while the other tries to stay steady on the window.

It truly seems Austin had been thinking about this tryst because he's moving at a furious pace. She plants both of her hands against the window, letting him take her the way she wanted him too. Of course, he's not completely giving in, but she'll take what she can get. She's feeling exposed, full, content, and downright dirty right now.

She loves it.

He continues to thrust in and out, and as much as Ally wants to kiss him and wrap her arms around his neck, she just can't. The feeling is too intense, too toxic, their skin slapping against one another. Her hands are slipping from the window, her sweat fogging the glass and leaving droplets on it. Looking up, Ally catches Austin's reflection again, however faint it may be. His eyes flicker up; they're hooded with lust, sweat is dotting his forehead, and he's breathing heavily. Ally's breath catches in her chest. God, the look is so ... powerful. A groan escapes his mouth. "Fuck," he says lowly. He must be as effected by simple eye contact, too.

Austin reduces his pace for a moment for slamming back into her. She whimpers and moans, calling his name out, her head rolling back and letting him ravage her throat. Languidly, his right hand leaves her hips and goes up to her breast, kneading it once more before heading south. Her breathing escalates, knowing exactly what he was going to do. His fingers lightly graze her sensitive nub, which incidentally is enough to drive her insane.

Not bothering to slow down, Austin switches up his angle. Holy shit. "Oh God ... Right there." She can feel herself getting closer and coupled with how furiously Austin is rubbing her clit, he must be getting there too. Her groans and moans have increased; Austin keeps driving into her at the same angle, and seriously, she could never get tired of this. He pants loudly behind her.

A rising inferno builds inside Ally. Her legs are shaking and she's not sure if she can even stand up right now. His lips are latched onto her neck. "Come for me, Ally," he whispers sinfully.

"I just — I need —" Ally can't decide if she should keep her head on Austin's shoulder or let it hang, because neither position is providing any bit of relief. Hell, she can't even hold onto the window for crying out loud. She needs her release now.

"What do you want?" he asks, still thrusting at the same, passionate pace.

Straightening herself, she cranes her neck to the side and stares right at Ally. His eyes are completely covered in darkness, but he watches her intently, totally wrapped around her pleasure. "Kiss me."

He doesn't hesitate. Austin kisses her fiercely, taking her and driving her over to the edge all at the same time. She comes, a searing hot flash traveling through every inch of her body, her nerves tingling. Her vision swims, flashes of white and black clouding her eyesight from how tightly she's pressing her eyes together. Austin's name escapes from her mouth in the midst of having the most incredible orgasm, and it takes an incredible amount of oxygen to calm her erratic breathing down. He comes at almost the same time, his body shuddering behind her, his soft whimpers echoing in the office. She brings her hands up to his face, stroking his soft skin and letting him ride out the rest of his orgasm. It takes a moment for her to realize how tightly Austin's holding her, but she doesn't mind.

They had been exceeding loud, that was for sure. But Ally is basking her post-I-had-office-sex bliss, and she really doesn't give a shit about anyone. Austin is slumped over her, his weight almost crushing her. She doesn't care. It feels too good for words.

Austin detangles himself from Ally, letting a blast of cold air hit her. Clearly her throat, she turns around, a big grin plastered on his face. "That was unexpected," he says happily as he throws the condom away. He tucks his shirt in and quickly zips his pants. Despite his flushed, sweaty face it screams calm and peaceful, something she hopes to see on a daily basis.

Sighing, Ally leans against the window and watches Austin put himself back together. "I'm pretty sure the entire population of Miami just saw our bang session."

"What if I wanted them too?" he whispers softly.
Her attention snaps up to him. She's confused. Does he have a kinky side? "What do you mean?"

Austin walks over to where her panties were discarded and picks it up, sauntering towards her. A smile is still etched on his face. He bends down and lifts her right foot, slipping her underwear. Careful with his actions, he does the same with her left foot, and sensually lifts the piece up her legs. His eyes are fixated on hers; Ally swallows thickly. His hands roam softly over her thighs, and she shivers at the action. He keeps his hands away from her aching core, but once he's put her underwear his hands palm her bum softly before tugging her dress down and fixing her up.

As he slowly stands up he says, "I want you to be my date for the fundraising gala next week." Austin's eyes flicker to her lips. One of his hands gathers the stray strands of hair, tucking it behind her ear, and he smiles gently. "Ally, will you be my girlfriend? I can't imagine my life without you."

It's taking an absurd amount of time for her to realize the weight of his words. She's still hazy from her orgasm. "I — really? Seriously? Really, me?"

"Ally," he says firmly. The CEO Austin Moon is in full force: cool, collected and strong. He rests his hands on her arms, staring deep into her eyes. "I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to show the world how brilliant my girlfriend is, and how much she makes me smile." She can't help but crack one of her own. "Please?"

Laughing, Ally grabs Austin's face and says, "Did you even have to ask? Of course, I'll be your girlfriend and your date". As Austin bends forward and the two share a kiss.