Sex in the office

     Episode 2

With one movement from his arm, Ryan flung anything that could hinder the heated moment down from the table as he pushed Marina against it.

He bend her over and pulled down her zipper in a fleeting second. With his breath erratic and hot, he bent over her, gathered her hair in one hand before nuzzling her neck. 

Marina moaned and it only drove him wilder. She tightened her legs firmly around him, wanting more than he was giving.

"Keep it down." He groaned into her ear as he frantically fought with the buttons on her shirt. 

When her breasts finally came into view, Ryan cursed under his breath and buried his head between the two rounded soft flesh. He glared at her face and all he could see was Valentine.

Even as he dragged down Marina's skirt and patted her legs, he could still see valentine and to him, this was her body.

"Valentine..." He mumbled into Marina's ears as he pushed his hardened body into her wetness.

Marina moaned softly, her legs curled around this man that was touching her in places she never knew existed in her body.

She'd heard him moan out valentine's name, but she was too excited to get mad as all she wanted was to reach the brink and get fulfilled.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him as if her whole life depended on it. "Oh please... don't stop!" She squeaked suddenly, jerked vigorously and gasped for breath.

At that moment, Ryan emptied himself into her, leaned against her wet body, trying to catch his breath.

His eyes went to the floor as he realized the phone had been ringing all along. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath and got off Marina.

He slid a brief glance at her, wiping lipstick off his face. "Get dressed."  He ordered. 

Marina got off the table, her hands on her lacey bra. She kept a passive and accusing look at Ryan as she started to put it on. 

"Don't look me like that. Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Ryan asked as he dressed his tie. 

Marina's eyes dimmed with shook. She would never imagined it that her boss actually took notice of her advances. "Boss..."

" Just get dressed and return to work. Let's pretend as if this never happened..." 

Marina started to laugh. It started with a soft chuckle and developed into a roaring laughter.

Ryan stared at her, wondering what he said that was so funny. He thought he was staring at someone different entirely from his quiet and sexy secretary.

"What's funny?"

She stopped laughing and cleared her throat. "It's just that you say the funniest and silliest things, Ryan."

Ryan stared at her, shocked to hear her call him by his name. "Are you crazy?" 

Marina looked around sarcastically as though searching if there was someone else in the room. "Are you talking to me? Sir?" 

"Get out. Right now." Ryan ordered, walking round to his table. 

Zipping up her skirt, Marina smacked her lips and started walking towards the shelf of books. "Yes, I will get out but before that, I'd like to retrieve what's mine." Marina got to the shelf, pulled out a book and dipped her hand into the space.

When she brought our her hand, a small camera surfaced. 

Ryan was dumbfounded. No. He didn't want to start thinking what was happening right now. "What's that?" His voice came out low.

"I recorded everything, my love. The sex scene, the fierce lovemaking, the intensity of..."

"How dare you!" Ryan slammed his palms against his desk. 

Marina jumped with a feigned fright. "Don't you even dare come close to me and try taking thus away, because I will start screaming real loud."

Ryan turned towards the window anxiously, raking through his hair with his fingers. He spun around to look back at Marina to see her in front of the door. 

"Why are you doing this? I thought you were responsible. Why would you put a camera recorder in my office? Since when has this been happening? Since when has it been there!"

Marina smiled and shrugged. "Well, I figured out you didn't like books with theories and aspects, and decided that was the best place to bury it.

"I knew it would be useful soon enough as I never lost hope on getting down with you." 

Ryan sat down on his face and inhaled deeply. "Why?"

"I want you in my palms, Ryan. I want you." Marina mouthed, grabbed the doorknob and was out in a second.

Ryan scoffed with shock, still unable to believe what was happening. "Marina?" 

He sighed deeply and stared at the mess he created on the floor during the wild sex and sighed.

 He grabbed the telephone and before he could call maintenance, the door swung back open and there was his wife valentine, standing in the doorway.

Her eyes went straight on the scattered items on the floor. She stared at them slowly with observation and then glanced at Ryan with meaning. "What happened here?"  She asked slowly.

"Shit." Ryan cursed under his breath. Discreetly, he arranged his hair and put on a casual look as he went on with his call. "Call in one of the cleaners if you would."

 He dropped back the telephone in the cradle, and stood up with his hands in his pocket.

 He slowly lifted his gaze on the beautiful face he would be finding hard to forget and licked his lips. "What are you doing here, valentine?"

Dragging her moist eyes from the floor, Valentine looked at Ryan. "To tell you that you are making a mistake with me, Ryan. I didn't..."

"Who let you in without announcing you first?" Ryan cut her short rudely, leaving his desk as he walked towards her. 

He got to her, took her hand and brought her into the office before turning to close the door. 

"What do you mean by that? Since when do I need an announcement...?"

"Since you started sleeping around." Ryan replied as he turned away from the door and walked round to stand in front of his wife.

Valentine blinked back tears as she'd already promised herself not to shed even a single tear in front of her distrustful husband. "You don't know what you are saying, Ryan! I never...!"

"Will you stop denying it! I caught you, valentine! You were in his arms!" Ryan yelled with rage, and it took him all the self control not to push her against the wall and make raging love to her.

Valentine finally lost it, and the tears rushed down her cute cheeks. "Tony...don't you care about him? He's become worse than before, he doesn't wanna see me! Ever since he learnt about the divorce, he's been at Timmy's..." 

"Is he mine?" Ryan cut in with such anger that threw Valentine off guard.

She gasped softly at his question, unable to believe he could ask her that. Tony was his carbon copy!