“Y/N?” Eli, your assistant appeared in your office doorway.
“What is it, Eli?” Not looking up from the papers in front of you.
“Your 12:00 is here”, he replied.
Letting out a deep sigh you responded, “I don’t have a lunch meeting today.”
“Surely you can pencil me in, darling.” Peter’s voice caught your attention.
“Peter! What a surprise!” You jumped up to greet your husband.
“Going to lunch boss.” Eli exited but not before checking your husband out. He mouthed “Damn, girl.” And winked at you before heading out
You shook you head at him and giggled. He did look pretty good, shirt sleeves rolled up, two buttons undone, no tie, and tailored pants. Damn is right.
Peter looked behind him, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing.” You bit back a smirk.
“What do I owe the pleasure?” You stretched up and kissed his cheek.
“Can’t a husband take his wife to lunch?” He looked around the office.
“Yes. You just haven’t in a long time.” You watched as he picked up the picture of him and the kids that was sitting on your desk.
“I just miss you. We’ve both been busy with work, kids, home stuff…” He trailed off.
“Fair enough. I’ll just grab my purse.” When you turned back around you almost ran into him. “Oh sorry-”
The look you were met with was enough to burn down all of Manhattan. He skimmed your bottom lip with his thumb, then ran his hand along your jaw to the back of your neck. Leaning down his lips met yours in a scorching kiss, you moaned into his mouth. He pulled you flush to him with his other hand.
“Your body is amazing. Such soft skin”, he murmured as he slide his hands up your blouse, nipping at your neck.
“Oh, God Peter…” you clutched at his shirt.
Peter lifted you onto your desk and spread your legs. His hands made quick work of the buttons on your blouse. He pulled the cup of your bra down to expose your breast. His tongue flicked over your hard nipple and he pulled it into his mouth causing you to gasp.
He hiked your skirt up your hips and pushed your panties to the side. Two fingers dipped into your while he circled your clit with his thumb. “Ahhh… Peter. Jesus..” you couldn’t form sentence at that point.
“You like that kitten? You sure have yourself excited don’t you?” Peter mumbled into your neck has fingers continued moving in and out of you. Your mind was a haze of desire making you fumble with his belt and zipper. Finally it released. Your hand reached into his pants and finds his smooth, hard erection. You pump your hand up and down his length. Peter hissed through his teeth. “Enough!”, Peter exclaimed.
Peter lined up with your entrance, one quick thrust and was inside, never breaking eye contact. Both of you moaned, relishing the feeling of him deep inside you. “My God darling feel so good.” Peter said in a hushed voice.
When he started thrusting it was quick and deep. Your hips bucked up to meet his. You knew this is going to be a quick one. Your nails clawed down his back and he dug his fingers into your hips. His lips crash into yours again with another bruising kiss.
You felt the familiar sensation of fire pooling in your belly. Peter’s thrusts quickened, hitting you just the right way. “Oh fuck, Peter, I, God!” You grasped onto Peter’s shoulders.When you came everything went black.
Peter growled into your neck. “Jesus, Y/N. So tight princess.” Peter hips bucked a few more times before he poured himself into you. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled. “You are amazing darling”, his kiss was tender and sweet.
“Right back at ya babe.” He slowly pulled out and helped you off the desk. Thankfully there was box of tissues in your desk.
You were just finishing buttoning your blouse back up when your intercom buzzed. ‘Mrs. Stone?’ You jumped.
“Y-yes, uh, what is it Eli?” You looked at Peter trying to suppress a giggle.
‘Just wanted to remind you of your one o’clock meeting’. There was a hint of humor in his voice. You glanced at the clock, 12:45.
Peter leaned down to kiss you. “I love you. Thank you for lunch. I’ll see you at home.”
“And I love you too.” You walked him to your office door. Peter strolled out. “Bye Mr. Stone.” He turned, gave you a wink and disappeared down the hall.
Eli turned in his chair to face you. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “So how was lunch?”
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