Elsie
I had a free day, so I came by to surprise Kellan at work. He has no idea I am here. I brought lunch and coffee with me. I made some lentil soup and a chicken salad. I had everything in the house, so I didn’t see the point in spending money to buy lunch.
Kellan’s meeting has run over time, but his assistant told me it was fine to wait in his office. I asked her not to tell him I was here, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too long.

I have made myself comfortable on his desk chair, my back to the door, enjoying the view of the city. It is a beautiful view. I hear the office door open but don’t turn around, not yet, anyway.
Kellan is cursing and groaning. He must be having a bad day. I finally turned around, and he was pacing his office and hadn’t even noticed me yet.
“Hey, handsome,” I purr.
He stops on his track, swinging around to face me, “Elsie.” He smiles, seeming to instantly calm.
I smile, stand and stroll over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him softly.
“Are you okay, love?” I ask softly.

He is tense and stressed. Kellan slips his arms around me and hugs me tightly to his chest.
“I am now. This is a nice surprise and exactly what I need today.” he sighs.
I lift my head to look at him and reach up, stroking his cheek. He closes his eyes, moving into my touch.
“Rough day?” I ask.

He sighs again, opening his eyes, “You could say that, but that doesn’t matter right now.” he smiles, kissing me softly.
Kellan takes my hand in his, leading me to his desk. He sits down on the chair and pulls me swiftly into his lap. He rests his hands on my hips and reaches in, claiming my lips with his once again. The kiss is more eager, and I feel it is what he needs now.
I moan into his lips, placing my hand on his chest and kiss back in the same matter. He groans, running his hands down to my ass and grabbing it. He pulls back after a minute.
“I am glad you are here, Elsie.” He gushes, drawing circles on my ass with his fingers.
“I brought some lunch for us, but I think before we eat, we need to destress you, baby, because you are so damn tense,” I reply, dipping my head down and kissing his neck.
I can think of a few ways to make his bad day better. A throaty moan escapes from his lips, and he moves his head slightly to give me better access to the skin of his neck. I continue to kiss over it, nibbling gently and stop below his ear.
“Do you want me to make you feel better, baby boy?” I whisper seductively, slipping my hand between our bodies and rubbing him through his trousers.
“Fuck. You don’t have to, angel,” he breathes out.
I bite below his ear, causing him to hiss in pleasure. It is one of his weak spots, “I know I don’t have to. I want to. And I have always wanted to have sex in your office.” I giggle.
“Fuck, okay then.” He growls.
We had messed around in here before but never had sex in. I think it is time we change that. I climb out of his lap, rushing over to lock the door and close the blinds. I am sure people will work out what we are up to, but I don’t care.
I turn back around, and Kellan is watching after me anxiously. I smirk, removing my top, my red bra on show. His tongue darts over his lips, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me. I take my shoes off, undo the button of my jeans, push them to my ankles and step out of them.
Kellan sits up, gripping tightly onto his desk. I sway my hips as I saunter back over to him, standing between him and his desk.
“Fuck, kitten, you look damn sexy.” He pants.
I step in closer, popping the buttons of his suit jacket and pushing it over his shoulders. I undo his tie, tossing it aside and start with the buttons of his shirt, running my nails down his bare chest and stomach, stopping at his belt. I quickly rid him of it and his trousers, leaving him in only his boxers.
I climb back into his lap, straddling his waist and press my lips roughly to his, rolling against him. I can feel his excitement between my thighs. He holds onto me tightly, stands up and props me on his desk. He pushes my legs apart, standing between them.
“You are going to be the death of me, woman, do you know.” He groans, slapping my thigh.
I raise my brow at him, “Should I leave then?”
“No, but there is something you can do for me, baby girl.” He smirks, running his hands up my bare things.
I gasp, “Anything.”
“Turn around and bend over my desk so I can fuck you.” He demands.
I whimper and nod. He moves back, only enough to let me jump down. I do as he asks, turning around, placing my hands on his desk, and sticking my ass out.
Kellan slaps it, “Mmm, good girl.” He rasps.
He quickly takes my panties off and his boxers. He comes up behind me, bringing my ass out further, spreading my legs more and teases my entrance from behind with his cock.
I whimper, gripping onto his desk and wait for impact. He teases me for a moment until I push my ass back against him, begging him to fuck me. Kellan thrusts into me. I cry out, and he grunts as he fills me up.
“Christ, your pussy is always so fucking good around me, Elsie.” He moans, wrapping his fingers in my hair and tugging it, causing me to cry out again, but louder.
Kellan’s hand falls around my mouth, “Shh, angel. As much as I would love everyone to know you belong to me and what I can do to you, you need to be quiet.”
I can only nod, not knowing if I can be quiet because I am never quiet with him. He pounds into me, rough, hard and quick.
“Oh God, yes.” I squeal into his hand.
He stops, removing himself from me. I whine in protest, but he swiftly turns me around and sits me up on his desk and enters me again. I bury my face in his shoulder, biting down on it to stop myself from screaming.
“Mmm, baby girl, I can feel you are already close to losing it by the way your tight pussy is clutching my cock.” He pants.
He is right; I am close. I am due to lose it. He entangles his fingers in my hair, yanking it, so my head dips back, and she crashes his lips to mine, fucking me harder and deeper.
My legs shake, and his name comes loudly from my lips as my orgasm hits. I spill around him, the pleasure soaring through me, and I am completely weak to him. He slows down and becomes gentler with his strokes, but it is still enough to drive me crazy.
“Kellan, come for me, baby. Fuck, fill me up.” I beg, trying not to pass out as he continues.
“I am close, kitten. Hold on for me,” he says between heavy breaths.
He manages one, two, three more thrusts before he cries out my name, erupting into me, and it is enough to make me come again. We ride through our highs together until our bodies come to a stop.
Kellan’s head falls down, resting between my breasts as we catch our breaths. I stroke his hair, my entire body still shaking.
“Do you feel better, my love?” I whisper.
He lifts his head to meet my eyes, “Much. God, you are amazing.” He breathes out, kissing me over and over.
When our lips parted, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. The look in his eyes is one I haven’t seen before.
I swallow hard, “K-k-Kellan, why are you looking at me like that?”
He didn’t respond, not straightaway. I hear him draw in a breath, and he suddenly seems nervous. He places his hand on my cheek.
“Elsie, I-I-I love you.” He stammers.
I wasn’t expecting those words to come from his lips. I know it couldn’t have been easy for him to tell me because he struggles with these things. I am proud of him for opening up and sharing what his heart is feeling.
I smile brightly, “I love you too.” I say confidently.
“You do?” he grins.
I giggle, nod and peck his lips, “Yes.” I reply.
He hugs me to his chest, “You always have a way of making me feel better, beautiful. I am at my happiest when I am with you.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Me too, my love.”
I didn’t expect any of what just happened to happen when I came here for lunch. Our lunch date turned out better than I could imagine.