OS: Office Politics

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OS: Office Politics

‘Arnav please, can’t this wait? I want to go home!’ Khushi fiddled with the paperweight on Arnav’s desk. She’d been sitting at Arnav’s desk for over an hour trying to convince him to leave his work for the day.

Arnav didn’t spare her a glance and continued to type rapidly, ‘I told you Khushi, I need to finish this. You go home; I’ll be back in a bit.’

‘No Arnav! I know if I leave you, you’ll just stay here all night. Please?’

Arnav flashed her a look of irritation and snatched the paperweight from her hand and put it next to his laptop. ‘Khushi! What is up with you today? Why do you want me to go home so much?’

‘Arnavvvv,’ she pouted elongating his name as she often did in bed and he looked up from his laptop suspiciously. Khushi leaned forward with her elbows on the desk and dropped her voice down to a seductive whisper, ‘I’m not wearing any underwear.’

There was a brief pause, in which Arnav’s expression didn’t reveal that he’d even heard her speak  and then he stood up and she followed in sync from across the desk as he leaned over, crushing her mouth to his and putting his arms around her waist. He pulled her up and dragged her roughly across the desk, files, papers and pens flew off the table and Arnav’s laptop was pushed to the side as Khushi’s legs came into contact with them. Arnav moved backwards until he landed back on his chair with her sprawled across his lap. Khushi moved her head back slightly clutching at Arnav’s hair with a look of annoyance flashing on her face, ‘that hurt!’

‘Shut up,’ he growled as he jerked her chest back towards his, his hand fumbling with the hooks on her blouse before he gave up and pulled at the fabric tearing it apart. Khushi bit his bottom lip angrily in response before she moved her hands down from around his neck to the collar of his shirt and then down to his chest. She clutched fistfuls of fabric in either hand and pulled. The top two buttons came undone but the rest of his shirt stayed on, unmoving rather anticlimactically. Arnav looked down at his shirt and smirked, ‘I’ll help you, shall I?’ He put his hands over hers where they were still holding onto his shirt and then pulled with considerably more force than she had, forcing all the buttons apart, some popping off and others coming out of their holes easily.

He then moved his hands down, grazing her thighs and legs until he reached her ankles which were on either side of his knees on the chair. Lifting her saree up took a bit more manoeuvring than the shirt but eventually he managed to pull it up, his breathing becoming more laboured and anticipation rising as the saree reached her upper thighs. Khushi who had been nibbling and kissing his neck this whole time while her hands rubbed up and down his chest stopped and waited.

‘What the f...?’

She put her head down on Arnav’s shoulder and giggled.

‘Khushi! You said no underwear,’ he growled as he put his hands on her bottom and lifted her up slightly so he could remove the offending piece of lace.

‘I lied,’ Khushi whispered in his ear before sucking at his earlobe.

She felt rather than heard the almost animalistic growl as it rumbled in his chest and he gave her panties the same treatment he’d afforded her blouse.

‘You know if you’d lied at the beginning Khushi, we could have saved ourselves a lot of time,’

Khushi had finally managed to unclip his belt and pull his zipper down and she groaned as Arnav moved her hips into position.

‘Is this what you wanted?’

‘Shut up Arnav!’ Khushi put her hands on the sides of Arnav’s waist to steady herself as she rolled her head back in delight. Finally, only 5 hours after waking up in a cold lonely bed, without her ever absent, increasingly busy husband she felt her shaky and jittery nerves relax.