Office Series 01 - Summoned

Late.

Late. Late. Late.

They aren't supposed to be working on Saturday, but there's Monday's meeting and the other girl sprained her ankle. Impressively. She had just come from the girl's house to pick up paperwork and there were colors in her skin that weren't in a box of 64 count Crayola crayons.

The phone call had come in at quarter past seven, telling her to get moving. That she had to be at the office by 8:30. She hadn't even been awake yet. That and getting ready, plus going to her co-worker's house. No way would she have made it by 8:30 anyway let alone the customary 15 minutes early she preferred.

8:34. Car is off, grabbing the files and her purse and rushing to the front door only to find it locked. Seriously? She stops for a second, frowning at her reflection in the glass door. So not professional. Flipped her hair up into a clip atop of her head, sundress and the slip on heeled sandals she'd never wear in the office normally. Muttering to herself about at least remembering panties today, she reaches into her purse for her ID card and heads around the corner to the employee entrance.

It would actually be faster to just go up the stairs from this door, otherwise she'd have to run to the front of the building and wait for the elevator. College prepped her for this challenge. Running up the stairs while carrying books and bags, the heels echoing in the concrete area. Not going to have to do cardio later either, these three flights will take care of that today.

"What the ..."

They both look up at the same time, hearing the echoing footsteps of someone running up the back stairs. The door to the hallway opens with a bang and then a measured sound of female heels coming up the tile in the hall.

"You can say cadence to that step."

The older man looks at the younger one with some amusement, "That would be Beth. I called her to pick up the files when I heard your girl was hurt."

Pushing himself back from his desk, he frowns slightly. "You know her by her footsteps?"

The older man nods. "Guaranteed from now on you'll know it's her by the sound too."

There's a rap on the door across the hall and the older man rises to open the door.

"Beth, we're in here."

"Good morning Mr. Mitchell. I'm sorry I'm late."

She comes in, her footsteps suddenly quiet on the carpet in the office. Offering up the files, she quickly starts to fill her boss in as to the health of her co-worker and he stops her, taking the files and pointing to the younger man in the office.

"That is Kevin Donohue. The girl you picked these up from works for him and you should fill him in."

The younger man rises, coming around the desk to meet her, accepting her outstretched hand and hiding his surprise at the solid shake she gives him.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Donohue. Susan is resting ..."

"Hold." He raises his hand to stop her, glancing at the other man who is smiling in amusement. "I know you work for Steve. Who are you?"

There is a momentary flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, then she straightens. "I am Beth. New here this summer, intern program. I work for Mr. Mitchell."

Leaning back against the desk, he folds his arms over his chest and nods. Her eyes flicker to the movement but then are right back on his face and steps back slightly. She understands body language, well.

"I was asked to pick up the files from Susan for the two of you this morning. I understand you have to prep for a proposal on Monday."

"Yes." He shifts, unfolding his hands and sliding them into his pockets. This time her eyes don't falter, never leaving his face with the distraction. Most females would unconsciously let their eyes drop to where his hands had gone with the movement, a type of power play. She didn't.

Intriguing.

"Susan is doing well, but she's been told to stay off her foot for at least a week. She asked me to tell you that she can teleconference anything you need."

He glances over at Steve, who is now walking behind Beth to take his seat to the side of the desk. The female isn't distracted, she's still watching him when his gaze returns to her.

"If that's all sir?" She actually steps back and turns, heading for the door with hopes of escaping.

"It's not."

He turns to Steve, almost second guessing what he's about to ask. "Is she capable to fill in for Susan?"

Out of the corner of his eye he sees her turn, mouth opening, then shutting. Steve nods, leaning back in his chair. "Absolutely. But her internship ends next week. She's heading back to school."

Nodding, Kevin shifts from the front of the desk and moves to sit down behind it. "Then I'd like to borrow her for at least a week if that's ok with you?"

Steve tries not to smile, nodding. "It's fine with me. But I would appreciate it if you'd ask her first."

She's just an intern. Working for him has more benefits. But he nods, acknowledging the suggestion and turns back to her ... hiding his surprise. She's standing there quietly, a calm look on her face ... but her upper chest is a deep red. Annoyed?

"Well Beth? Wanna work for one of the big bosses for a week?"

He can see Steve covering his mouth with his hand, suspicious that he's hiding a smile and wonders for a moment what he's just gotten himself into.

She nods. "Of course sir. I welcome the opportunity."

"Start with getting coffee. Black."

"Yes sir." She turns, opening the door.

"Beth, my name is Kevin."

"Absolutely sir."

* * * * *

The next week is busier than expected. It had taken her the first half a day that Saturday to adjust to his way of doing things, but after that the two of them worked smoothly together. Her clothing changed drastically the following Monday, slim pants or long skirts, hair pulled back, even her tops had necklines that were high. He no longer saw below her collarbone and wondered if occasionally her chest had darkened to that deep red on occasions. Her facial expressions never showed anything but professionalism.

The truth was, he actually despised interns. More often than not, they would faun over him, causing uncomfortable situations that he simply didn't want to deal with. But that wasn't happening this time and Steve was right. By the end of Monday, she had indeed shown that she was more than capable to fill in for Susan.

By Tuesday she had discovered that he would return to the office for a few hours in the evening. That night he returned to work on another proposal and found her standing by his office door, waiting with the files that he would need. By Wednesday, not only did she have everything needed, but he realized that she had no intention of calling him by his given name. Mr. Donohue or sir. He had to admit, he liked the sound of being referred to sir in her voice.

Thursday she had to run errands for the company and he spent most of the morning speaking with Susan on the phone prepping for the next week. He also realized, despite knowing she wasn't in the building, he caught himself on more than one occasion listening for the sound of her footsteps in the hall outside. Steve was right, he now knew her by her sound.

Friday was almost done when he realized the week was over, disappointment creeping in. It had actually been a smooth week, she had adapted to him easily.

Too easily.

As well as Susan did her job, Beth was actually seamless in her work, almost predicting what he needed before he requested. Nothing was too difficult, every request completed and she never complained. But for the first time he realized he knew nothing about her. Nothing personal about her had been spoken about, though she knew his schedule, his plans. His suits had been ready for meetings, events ... she even had two cards on his desk for him to sign and flowers sent to his mother for some event she had.

There was actually a party held for the interns that Friday afternoon. Steve's department had put it on in the break room at the back of the building. He had never attended one of them, but this time found himself making an appearance. He's social enough with the actual employees, making sure he stops and talks to each group. There is quite a bit of talking, laughing, and even hugging. It occurs to him the only contact he had with her was the handshake on the first day. As it should be, but he's a little annoyed at seeing others touch her, then becomes annoyed at himself for wanting to be the one who does touch her. By the time he finally decides to at least shake her hand goodbye, Beth is actually on her way to the door. He reaches her and nods, walking opening the door to escort her out to the parking lot.

"Just wanted to thank you for filling in for Susan this past week. You've been a great asset."

"You're welcome. It was a very good opportunity. Thank you for that."

He nods, standing still and looking at the front of the building. "You do good work. If you need a recommendation, I'll be happy to provide you one."

He can see her reflection in the glass of the building as she puts her things in the trunk and comes around to hang her coat up in the back. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he draws in a breath upon seeing her head turn slightly upon seeing that simple movement ... then her reflection seems to lick her lips almost unconsciously. It's only a moment, then she's back in form, standing beside him.

"I'd appreciate that sir, I'll contact Susan for the recommendation."

She holds out her hand, which he takes and smiles looking down at her. "Hope to see you again Beth."

* * * * *

The clock says that it's 8:34 am. There is actually no reason for him to be here this morning ... nor any reason for the footsteps on the back stairs. He had requested Susan to call Beth and ask her to come in for the morning because something had come up.

Rising, he walks around to the front of the desk, standing quietly and listening. The door to the stairwell closes and her steps are coming down the hall, then she's knocking on the door.

"Come in."

The first thing he sees is her sundress, peach this time. Hair up loosely in a clip again, the slip on sandals. He had made sure to wear loose pants this morning, pleated in the front after realizing upon seeing the look on her face in the window reflection the night before had caused him to become semi-aroused.

"I got here as soon as I could sir." She closes the door behind her, a little concern on her face. "What happened?"

It's the first time this week her eyes have shown anything but professionalism and he nods, suddenly pleased to see her upper chest is slowly becoming rose colored. "I realized this morning you're no longer my intern."

The distance to where she's standing so properly is covered in two steps, then his hands are on her face, tilting it upwards for his kiss. Slow, easy, far too quickly over before he breaks it and looks down at her. Much softer expression watching him now, her lips sensual, parted slightly from his kiss.

Releasing her, he forces himself to step back, this time leaning against the front of the desk and waiting for her to make the next move. He's accustomed to simply taking what he wants and fully intends to do so with her, but for some reason wants her to grant him access. He can see she's still in control, but he could have sworn he felt heat radiating from her and her scent, God her scent.

Her head tilts slightly to the side and she watches him for a moment before moving forward and standing before him, the two of them watching each other. It's simple. Normally there would be no question, he would simply take what he wanted. This time he actually wants some form of permission to take, verbal or otherwise. And after this past week, she should know that.

Then her hands are on his chest, he's sure she can feel his heartbeat and she's leaning into to place her own kiss on his lips. His hands come up to her upper arms, bringing her close and kissing her mouth fully. Savoring her taste, tugging on her lips with his own.

He breaks the kiss, pulling back, breathing a little heavier and watching her eyes, darker now. "Do you know what I desire dear?"

"Yes sir."

Her fingers are slipping into the waistband of his pants as her lips part against his, tongue slipping inside his mouth hungrily. Hands still on her arms, he pulls her close to his chest, deepening the kiss and exploring her mouth. Hands sliding up her arms and under the straps of her sundress and bra as his tongue rakes over her teeth, taking control and sliding her clothing down over her shoulders and exposing her to just above her nipples.

His hold on her changes, one hand moves around her back, supporting her as the other snaking up to her hair and freeing it from the clip, fingers buried in soft warmth as he pulls her head back with authority. Mouth descending on her neck, she moans, and the vibration heaven against where his lips suck and kiss around her throat. Pausing over that little spot just above her breastplate where her pulse beats for a moment before pulling her head back further to arch her back as he starts moving down her chest, her hands on his shoulders for balance. Tugging on her dress, almost yanking it further down, he exposes her breasts to the air, hearing her gasps as he licks and sucks around the soft mounds of flesh, being careful not to touch her hard little nipples.

She's whimpering now, her hands trying to find their way to his collar and attempting to undo his tie. Placing a hand on her rump, he pulls her close to him, pressing her hips against his and letting her know what hidden there for her. She tries to lift her head to look at him and he sucks her right nipple into his mouth and is rewarded with arching upwards into him, crying out. Tongue flicking over the numb rapidly, he feels her body tensing up, then vibrate as an orgasm overtakes her. Not to let her calm, he balances her with one arm, fingers pinching the left nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pulling, lifting it until the weight of her breast is supported only by his fingers on her nipple. Her body shudders a second time and he releases both breasts, undoing his tie and smiling at her swollen nipples before shifting them and bending her over his desk.

Pulling the tie free from his collar, he simply says 'hands'. As has been her way all week, there is no question as she puts her arms behind her back, watching as he loops the tie around her elbows behind her before lifting her dress and bunching it around her waist. Her panties are thin material, easily pulled down as he undoes his belt and opens his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles. Cock jutting outwards in his boxer/briefs, he makes an appreciative sound as she rises on tiptoe, arching her back to offer herself to him. One hand on her, fingers stroking through her wetness and pleased to watch her lips part silently when her body shudders, he reaches into his unders, alternating free hands as he pushes them down, watching her eyes drift from his now exposed cock to his own eyes and whispering yes.

Stepping right up behind her, leaning forward and placing his hands up on her shoulders, taking a moment to rub her skin downward to the small of her back to the only place on her body still covered by clothing, then her hips, tush. Hearing her audible groan as he squeezes the cheeks of her ass, pushing them apart, lifting. He finally places a hand just at the base of her spine and reaches under her and lifts her right leg up onto the desk, exposing her completely to him and simply grinds into her wetness. Not trying to penetrate, not teasing, just pressing into her sex and letting them both feel.

Finally, pulling back slightly he bends at the knee and pushes into her slowly, so slowly. His cockhead disappearing into her wet folds, steadily, farther and farther into her. Not slowing or speeding, until he's buried completely inside, thrilling at the feel of her around him, the way she quivers and tries to shift, letting her move against him. When she finally turns to look back at him over her shoulder, he reaches forward, hand in her hair firmly and pulling her head back, his other hand around the tie at her elbows, arching her before him.

"Ready?" He waits until she whispers yes and withdraws slowly before slamming back into her and begins giving all of himself to her, harder thrusts, a low, long moan coming from her and mixing with the wet sucking noises, the sounds of his hips slapping against her. Her hands are reaching back, touching his hips and he realizes she's moving with him, pushing back in time. Suddenly she cries out, flexing with an orgasm, her wetness astounds him and he begins pounding into her relentlessly, watching as she climaxes again before him, around him. Eyes dark, she's looking back over her shoulder at him, hair sweaty and sticking to her forehead, eyes lidded and becoming dazed, lips parting with another moan. Essence of pure lust and he growls slightly as her mouth opens again with a cry.

"Your mouth."

The cry is choked into a gasp then a whimper as he pulls back and disengages them and steps back, letting her gently drop to her knees. She turns, arms still behind her and her mouth open while tilting her head up for him. He lays his cock, wet and dripping from their sex on her tongue and smiles darkly as her lips close automatically around it. Looking down, he can see her own hands on her tush, fingers digging into the soft flesh and his own hands falling on her head, hips moving as he feeds his cock to her, he can feel the sweet pressure of her mouth, hungrily sucking on him. Wet sloppy noises, he looks down to see her eyes wide, looking up and meeting his. Fingers tightening in her hair, his hips twitch and he begins filling her throat and mouth with his cum, impressed as she never breaks eye contact as she sucks and swallows, letting his spasms pass. Drawing in shuddering breaths, he lets her lick and clean him as much as she wishes, playing with her hair, fingers light on her face as he considers what comes next.

Finally she seems done and he pulls her up to her feet, kissing her mouth hungrily before finally freeing her arms. She actually drops down to help him redress, then he reaches around her to do the same, whispering into her ear that they may have to work on a proposal for the two of them.

"Yes, sir."