All Fired Up by Nikki Dee Houston

Captain…”
    He shifted and rose up onto one elbow, resting his head in his hand. “Well, I had a long—and frank—talk with Sheldon. I asked his opinion. He’s always very level headed and I trust him. He said that providing we act professionally during work hours he didn’t see any problem with it. He usually has his ear to the ground for any gossip at the station. He said there’s not even a whisper about you and me.”
    Relief swept through her. She loved her job—loved working at Hillwood. A mischievous smile crept over her face. “You mean, I don’t have to choose between you and Hillwood?”
    His head cocked to one side as he looked at her. “So, which would you choose if you had to?”
    She reached up and placed her hand tenderly on his cheek. “That’s a no-brainer.” She kissed his mouth. “I love you more than anything, even Hillwood.” She kissed him again. “So, by acting professionally, I guess he means no sex on your desk, or in the shower, or wherever else we can think of?”
    His eyes twinkled as he looked at her. “That’s right. None of that.”
    “Pity. It was a real turn on.”
    “Yeah? Well, I’ll just have to think up some other ways to turn you on.” He slid his hand down her naked body, stopping at her breasts. He flicked her nipples until they were hard, then moved his hand down to the sensitive part of her belly, his fingers tracing feather-like over her skin, sending shivers through her whole body. Then he gently moved them down further, past the small strip of fuzz. She gasped as he lightly fondled between her legs, then found her clit, and felt moisture fill her as he touched it with his magic fingers.
    He shifted his body, moving down, and opening her legs wide. He pushed her knees up and folded them outward, his head going down on her, and began licking and sucking her clit with his tongue. She felt delirious as tremors of ecstasy flicked over her body and up through her, making her vagina spasm. He moved down, inserting his tongue deep inside her. She called out, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as he excited her to the pinnacle of her tolerance.
    He gently rolled her over onto her front, resting her shoulders on the bed. She got into kneeling position, making her ass stick up high, and rested on her elbows. He caressed her butt cheeks, then slid his hands underneath her, again playing with her clit. She felt his rock hard cock nudging up against her, then he guided himself into her. Exquisitely, he slid slowly inside her, deep and strong. He filled her—she could feel every inch of him inside her. Slowly, gently, he began to move. Backward, then forward. Deliciousness coursed through her, her toes curled and jumped, her fingers tingled. He ran his smooth hands up her body and cupped her breasts and hard, sensitized nipples.
    He picked up pace, his long, rhythmic thrusts going from the tip of his cock until his balls slapped her. Harder, longer, stronger…she couldn’t take any more. Crying out, she signaled she was about to come. He pumped her hard and fast, his balls smacking hard on her. With a burst of intensity, he came, his cock stiff and hard inside her, pulsating. She felt the muscles inside of her grabbing his cock tightly with her own spasms, and holding it in a vice-like grip. They rocked together, neither of them breathing, enjoying each excruciatingly wonderful moment.
    When the spasms eased, she collapsed onto the bed with him still deep inside her. He took his weight on his elbows, and lay gently on top of her, holding her.
    “Shit. That was the most amazingly wonderful…” She ran out of breath, still panting.
    His heavy breathing filled her ear. “Whoever would have thought that a simple bedroom could have excited you so much. I thought you liked it on my desk.”
    “I did. I do.”
    He rolled onto the bed, kissing her shoulder. “Well, since we’re banned from making love in the office, we’ll just have to continue to make each other