I Brenda pulled her brand new Mercedes into the parking lot of the Meyers and Schilling Law firm. She passes row after row of empty spots until she finds her reserved parking space at the front of the building. It took six long and arduous years of filing, research and internships to reach this point in her career and now she was finally there. The senior lawyers had offered her a partnership in the firm and along with it a brand new 2005 Mercedes SLK worth over forty three thousand dollars. She was overwhelmed with emotion and nearly broke into tears when the senior partner handed her the keys. Without wavering she firmly shook his hand and accepted the offer. As she drove home that night, she finally broke down and cried.

It wasn’t unusual for someone to make partner at one of the biggest law firms in the country, but for a small town girl from Brookdale, South Carolina this was nothing short of winning the lottery. She was big news there. So big in fact that it was her picture that graced the front page of the Brookdale Leader beating out the local sheriff’s run for re-election.

It was seven thirty in the morning when she walked through the large revolving glass door of the main lobby. It was all but deserted except for the lone security guard at his desk. She was never late and was usually the first one to arrive; today was no different. Her office was on the fifth floor and tucked in the northern corner of this new glass façade building. She remembered back to the numerous flights of stairs she had to climb in the past and smiled as she entered the elevator.

Just as the doors were closing a young man shoved his body between them. The security feature immediately stopped the doors from closing on him. He shuffled inside and a few moments later the doors closed. “Sorry about that”. Brenda didn’t look up “No Problem”.  They both remained silent for the rest of the elevator ride. There was a soft “ding” as they reach the fifth floor and the doors opened. The young man reaches out to hold the doors open and prevent them from shutting on Brenda as she walked off the elevator. He smiles, “Have a nice day”. She looks up for the first time and their eyes meet. Her body goes flush and she stammers her reply, “Thanks, you too.” She trips over herself as she leaves. The young man breathes a sigh of relief and walks down the hallway in the opposite direction. He glances back over his shoulder to catch a final glimpse of her, but she is gone.

Brenda opens the door to her new office. The smell of new leather and fresh flowers fills the air. The office is big, real big. There is a large desk to her right. It’s a classic style with a cherry finish and a polished granite top. Her chair is of the finest leather with accents of brass and chrome. The wall directly across from the desk is one large window and there is a floor to ceiling window on the right. Her view of the city is magnificent. She slides into the chair and takes it all in. On the desk is a vase with a beautiful bouquet of fresh cut flowers. She reads the card, “Congratulations on making partner, Shelly”. She pulls the flowers close and inhales the wonderful aroma.

There is a loud knock at the door and Brenda nearly jumps out of her skin. “Um, come in”. A tall, athletic man enters. It’s the same guy from the elevator. Brenda shifts nervously in her chair as he moves to the front of her desk. She tries not to stare but can’t help looking deep into his cool blue eyes. “Hi, can I help you?” “Yes” he says. “I don’t want to be rude, and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way” he pauses. Brenda can see that he is very nervous. He is shifty and constantly looking down at the floor. She thinks he is going to just walk out without saying another word, “Don’t be foolish, what’s on your mind?” He can’t seem to get the words out and shrugs his shoulders as he turns to walk out of the office. Brenda doesn’t know why but she immediately stands up, walks over to him and grabs his arm, “Wait. Don’t leave” Her heart is pounding and she can feel her whole body come alive. He turns to her. Gone is the nervous young man shifting from foot to foot and in his place stands this confident, assertive man.

They look at each other for what seems an eternity, still holding each other’s arm. He raises his hand to her cheek, lightly touching her soft skin. She can feel her body react to his touch. There is a rush of warmth between her legs as her knees buckle slightly under her weight. He moves his hand, lacing his fingers behind her ear and pulling her closer. He begins to place delicate kisses on her neck then moves to her cheek. She closes her eyes. Any inhibitions she might have had are now gone. She can’t resist, she won’t resist. Her lips part as his last kiss grazes the corner of her mouth. She releases his arm and places both hands on his chest. She can feel it expand with every breath. He runs his free hand down her back and grips the left side of her rear, lifting slightly. She lets out a faint moan and pushes her pelvis against his. Their tongues meet as he passionately kisses her.

Like English Ivy, their bodies entwine around each other. He turns and moves her against the door. The office has now come alive as lawyers and secretaries arrive for work. Brenda reaches for his shirt and pulls it from his slacks. She runs a hand under his shirt and feels the taught muscles of his stomach. He reaches for her hair-pin and gently pulls it free. Her long brown hair falls to her shoulders. She pulls his shirt up and over his head. His body is glistening with a glossy sheen of sweat. He reaches for her blouse, works the top button free then tears it open. The ivory buttons scatter on the floor at her feet. He cups her breast in his hand and squeezes. She gasps with pleasure and lifts her leg to straddle him. He runs his thumb and forefinger over her nipple awakening a jolt of pleasure that runs down her spine and causes her to arch her back, pushing her stomach against his. She reaches between her legs and begins to unbuckle his belt. She opens his fly and reaches in, feeling his arousal and pulling him free. He lowers his head and lets out a faint moan.

The office is now in full swing. Phones are ringing and people are running from desk to desk all the while unaware of the two lovers in the corner office.

She whispers in his ear, “What’s your name?” Nearly losing his breath, “Ian” “I want you Ian” she bites his ear. He groans and reaches for her skirt. He lifts it above her thigh and runs his hand between her legs. His fingers move over her panties, gently caressing her now throbbing crotch. He pulls the delicate fabric aside and rubs his thumb across her protruding clit. Her body begins to move in a rhythmic manner against his touch. She feverishly kisses him, as if he was the very breath of life keeping her alive.

He inserts a finger into her feeling the moist warmth of her waiting body. She is breathing heavily now. Gasping for air as he slowly slides his finger in and out of her. She continues to massage him, feeling his hardness grow. They move to the desk. She reaches down and pulls her panties to the floor. He removes the rest of his clothing, picks her up and places her bare buttocks on the cold, granite desk. She spreads her legs and tilts her head back as he moves towards her. He grips the shaft of his penis and rubs the head against her engorged lips. She bucks slightly as her nerves fire with each stroke. He enters her with one long stroke. Her body lights up, she falls back on the desk, propped up on her elbows. His muscular body slamming into her pelvis with each powerful thrust. She bites her lip and grabs her own breasts, squeezing the nipples as blood rushes through them. “Yes, yes, yes” she says over and over. Their bodies are moving together now, flowing in one fluid motion. He reaches up and pulls her head closer, kissing her deeply as he enters her in a deep, long stroke. She can feel herself reaching climax. Her muscles begin to tense and tighten around him. The pumping action of his body quickens. Her body sporadically shudders, with each one intensifying beyond the next. She grabs the sides of the desk and pushes against him. His breathing quickens.  He looks into her eyes, “I’m coming” The words excite her and she begins to orgasm.

The sporadic movement of her body is too much for him to handle. With several quick thrusts of his pelvis, he lets go inside of her. She can feel each ounce of him as his powerful orgasm rocks her on the desk. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself close to him. They embrace, their exhausted bodies clinging together with what little strength they have left. There are no words spoken, they just look at each other and smile.