MIKE WASN’T ONE to leave a lady waiting, so he pulled the desk chair over, took a seat and gave his best friend two screaming orgasms. Then he joined her on the desk after shedding his clothes. The packing blankets didn’t exactly make the desk feel like a mattress, but they helped make kneeling over her easier.

Once he’d teased her into another little pop of pleasure with his fingers, he grabbed a condom and settled into her with a happy groan. The desk wasn’t great for catching traction for pushing, but they worked themselves around so that his feet were against the file cabinet and her head was against a cushion propped against the wall. There was laughter involved, which didn’t diminish the sexiness of the moment one bit.

He rocked into her again and again until his vision went white and he came with a barely contained cry of wordless sound. Making love to this woman in silence just didn’t seem possible.

And now she was asleep in his arms, her leg wrapped over his thigh, her breasts soft and warm against his chest. Her head was on his arm, which had itself fallen asleep half an hour ago, but he didn’t care. It was a warm night, so they were able to lie there without a covering. They hadn’t turned any lights on in the office, but there was plenty of shop light coming over the wall and through all the holes in the pegboard.

Desktop sex was a first for him. All in all, the big old table worked well. With a few more pillows added, he’d be very happy to do it here again. Hell, even without pillows, he’d make love to her right now...if she was awake. She snorted a soft snore and stirred before cuddling back against him with a sigh. He ran his fingers through her long, dark hair, clearing a few knots formed from their vigorous lovemaking. He traced his knuckles lightly across her cheek.

This office would get chilly in the wintertime, but for the next couple months, they could make this work. He smiled. Because there was no way in hell this...uh...casual sex...wasn’t going to keep happening. He wasn’t giving her up, and he had a feeling she wanted it as much as he did.

She shifted again next to him, and he gripped her tightly. Her eyes swept open.

“Relax. I’m not going to fall off the desk.”

He eased his grip a bit. “Just making sure.” He shifted his own weight to ease pressure on his hip. “A real bed would be safer and more comfortable, though. Maybe come to my place next time?”