She moaned when kissed her breasts, the sound bawdy and wanton to her ears, but it felt so good. Of course, that sound was nothing to when his hands went under her skirt - which she may have worn on purpose, visions of him pushing her over his desk clad in just that skirt dancing before her sleepless eyelids. Thank god she'd always had silencing and muffling charms on her office for professional reasons because she was sure if any of the crew happened to come in early, they'd hear her ragged breaths and desperate requests for more. More friction, more of him, now, please. He'd hardly touched her and she was nearly seeing stars.
"Take my top off, Robert," she commanded, "My bra, too," she wanted to feel his mouth on her breasts, wanted to see the look in his eyes - even in this harsh office light - when he saw her breasts naked, when he tongued her nipples and pinched them.