Kelly Jamieson: All I Want for Christmas

She raised her head and looked at him. “You don't want to be the talk of the office tomorrow?"

"Like I said, I don't care.” Hell, people could say what they wanted about him; it was Erin he was concerned about. “You might care, though. Somehow guys can get away with more."

She looked up at him and blinked. “True.” Then she smiled. “But I've wanted this forever."

"Really?” He smiled back at her, pleased and excited by her admission.

"Really. You're so hot, Dex.” She stroked his shoulder gently. “I've had such a crush on you."

He swallowed. “Uh ... wow.” She nodded dreamily, barely moving to the music. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was into him, too! Although she did seem the tiniest bit woozy, her words ever-so-slightly unclear. He hoped like hell it wasn't the booze talking.

The song was coming to an end. “Meet me out in the hall in five minutes."

Huh? She pulled away from him and disappeared through the crowd, presumably back to her table. He followed at a slower pace, back to the table where he'd sat for dinner, found the drink he'd left sitting there. He talked to a couple of people there for a few minutes then, as instructed, left the ballroom. The small hallway outside was empty except for Erin, standing by the door to the ladies’ room. When she saw him walking up to her, she grabbed his hand, pushed open the washroom door, and dragged him inside.

"Whoa!” Startled, he tried to resist but the element of surprise was on her side so, despite his much greater size, she was able to drag him into one of the stalls and slam the door shut.

"Shh!” she hissed. She locked the door then turned to him. He glanced around. Wow. Ladies’ bathrooms were really nice. She turned him and pushed him down to sit on the chair with the red velvet seat. He could just stare at her as she hiked her snug skirt up over her thighs so she could straddle his lap.

Holy shit. All the blood in his veins immediately rushed to his dick, which hardened painfully and made him dizzy. “Erin...” he croaked.

She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, a luscious, soft, lingering kiss. He put his hands on her waist almost helplessly and held her, kissed her back. Her lips were velvety and warm and, when she opened her mouth over his and touched her tongue to his lips, his head started spinning.

He slid a hand up her back, over the smooth bare skin above the strapless dress and into her long silky hair to hold her head. He tilted her head for a better angle and deepened the kiss. On and on it went, deep, open-mouthed, devouring, something he'd wanted to do for months.

"Erin,” he groaned. Her small hands clamped onto his shoulders through the suit jacket, and he felt her squirming on his lap to get nearer. “God, Erin.” Then her hands were in his hair, gripping and tugging. Jesus, she was hot.

He moved the hand that was on her waist down so he could slide it along the silky skin of her thigh, and she moaned into his mouth. He was throbbing everywhere, insanely turned on by this outrageous conduct, even more aroused by the knowledge that all their coworkers were just feet away merrily partying.

She wriggled closer to him, and he could feel the damp heat of her panties against his crotch. Then she bit his lip, just hard enough to make him jump. “Sorry,” she whispered, and licked his bottom lip. Then she kissed him again. My God, she was going to kill him. Lust rose in him like a tidal wave, threatened to sweep them both away, and he ate at her mouth hungrily, fiercely.

She sat up and arched her back in invitation, her breasts so close to his face. He hesitated only a nanosecond before reaching for the back of her dress.

"The zipper's at the side,” she murmured, and lifted her left arm. He found the tiny tab and yanked it down, loosening the snug bodice, then tugged it down to her waist. God in heaven, her breasts were a work of art. High, round, just full enough, with tight dark nipples that begged to be sucked. He salivated as he looked down at her in awe.

"Beautiful, Erin,” he muttered and, closing his eyes, he bent to taste her. He took the tip of one breast into his mouth, and she was sweet against his tongue. He felt her quiver, arch her back even more, head falling back so her long hair was on his knees. He fisted one hand in that hair and tugged hard, tugged her back even farther, and he covered her chest with kisses, returning to the other hard little nipple to tug and suck.

"Dex, oh, God,” she cried out softly.

"Shh,” he whispered. “We have to be quiet."

"Yes, yes, quiet,” she babbled mindlessly. Then she let out a long moan as he sucked hard on the budded tip of her breast. Her pelvis pressed against his hard-on, and he pushed her thighs farther apart to allow her closer. Rocking against him, she was clearly seeking satisfaction.

"Hold on, gorgeous,” he whispered and shoved his hand inside the black lace panties she wore. His fingers found her wet and hot and slick, and he stroked through her creases, as low as he could go in the position they were in, finding the entrance to her tight sheath, then back up over the swollen button that was her clitoris. She jerked on his lap when he touched her there, bit her lip, eyes closed.

"Is that good?” he asked softly, stroking her there.

"Yes,” she sighed. “So good."

He felt the tension building in her body, her thighs quivering, muscles tightening, and then they both heard the door to the ladies’ room open. High-pitched voices chattered as two—or was it three?—women came in.

Erin and Dex tensed and leaned their foreheads together, panting, trying not to make a sound. Erin didn't recognize the voices. Damn! She'd been so close! She tried to suck oxygen into her lungs. Her head whirled, and she throbbed between her legs.

She put a finger on Dex's lips and smiled. He looked panicked, and she almost giggled. She sat there on his lap, throbbing and aching to finish what they'd started while the girls took their time fixing their makeup and gossiping.

Dex tried to remove his hand, but she grabbed his wrist and glared at him. He grinned and left his hand where it was, resumed stroking and rubbing ... yes ... right ... there. A whimper escaped her mouth, and she clapped a horrified hand over it.

The bathroom grew quiet, and Erin heard muffled giggles. Oh, no. They probably spotted Dex's shoes beneath the door. The door of the stall went almost to the floor, so she'd been hoping they wouldn't notice the shiny black dress shoes. Maybe they hadn't. Maybe they were giggling about something else. She closed her eyes, quivering with need.

When the room was silent again, she opened her eyes to look at Dex. He was fighting a smile, eyes gleaming. “I think they might have noticed us,” she whispered.

He nodded and bit his lip. “Ya think?"

"I'm sorry, Dex."

He grabbed her ass and hauled her closer. “Might as well finish what we started."

His hand delved into her panties again, his fingers slick with her moisture, and her body tightened and twitched as he stroked her. “God!” she cried out, unable to keep quiet as the tension spiraled up and up and over, her body shuddering in delight as she collapsed onto Dex's broad chest.

She lay there, limp and quivering. The room tilted and twirled around her, and she wasn't sure if it was the orgasm or the wine that made her all dizzy and weak.

"I can't believe we just did that,” he muttered in her ear, laughter tingeing his deep voice.

"Believe it,” she whimpered into his chest. “That was incredible.” Then she lifted her head. “But not for you.” She started to move on his lap, and he put his hands on her hips to still her, shaking his head ruefully.

"It's okay,” he said, his voice raspy. “You owe me, but I'll collect later."