Day 11: Office Sex

Day 11: Office Sex

The door to Laura's office clicked shut behind them, the low hum of conversation from the newsroom fading into silence. Bradley glanced around, her eyes flicking to the large desk in the center of the room, then to Laura, who was already leaning back against it with a knowing smirk on her face.

"So..." Bradley began, her voice laced with that familiar blend of awkwardness and anticipation. "This is how we're spending your lunch break, huh?"

Laura raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't act like you're not into it," she teased, her voice low and full of intent. "Why else would you have come all the way over to your rival network?"

Bradley rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Oh, please," she muttered, though the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. "Maybe I actually wanted to have lunch with you.."

"Sure," Laura replied, her smirk widening as she pushed off the desk and took a step closer, her fingers brushing lightly over Bradley's arm. "What exactly were you hoping to eat, Bradley Jackson?"

Bradley opened her mouth to retort, but Laura's proximity—combined with that teasing, predatory look in her eyes—made her words falter. "Dunno," Bradley muttered, her voice soft but tinged with that familiar stubbornness. "But we're at your work, Laura. This is... risky."

Laura chuckled softly, leaning in until her lips were just inches from Bradley's ear. "You like a little risk," she whispered, her breath warm against Bradley's skin. "Admit it."

Bradley's heart skipped a beat, her body instinctively leaning into Laura's touch. "I... didn't say that," she replied, her voice shaky, but the slight tremor in her hands gave her away.

Laura grinned, her fingers trailing down Bradley's side as she backed her up against the wall, her body pressing lightly against Bradley's. "You don't have to," she murmured, her voice filled with confidence. "I already know."

Bradley's breath hitched as Laura's lips brushed against her neck, sending a jolt of heat through her body. She had always tried to maintain some semblance of professionalism at work - well at Laura's work - but Laura—Laura knew how to push her buttons. Knew exactly how to get under her skin and unravel her, piece by piece.

"Laura, we really shouldn't be doing this here," Bradley whispered, though her hands had already moved to Laura's hips, her fingers digging lightly into her waist. "Someone could walk in."

Laura pulled back slightly, meeting Bradley's gaze with that familiar look of challenge in her eyes. "That's part of the fun," she whispered, her voice filled with playful defiance. "Or are you too scared to get caught?"

Bradley narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening at Laura's taunt. "I'm not scared," she shot back, though her voice betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. "I just don't want to get you fired."

Laura chuckled softly, her lips brushing over Bradley's ear as she murmured, "We won't get caught. You just have to trust me."

Bradley swallowed hard, her heart racing as Laura's fingers trailed up her shirt, pushing the fabric higher until her hand rested against Bradley's bare skin. It was always like this with Laura—pushing boundaries, testing limits, pulling her into situations that made her feel alive, even when her mind screamed at her to play it safe.

"You're impossible," Bradley muttered, her voice tinged with exasperation, though her body betrayed her with how it leaned into Laura's every touch.

Laura's smile widened, her hands slipping lower as she pressed her body against Bradley's, trapping her against the wall. "And yet," Laura murmured, her lips brushing against Bradley's, "you're still here."

Bradley's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling slightly as Laura's fingers teased the top of her pants. "You always do this," Bradley muttered, her voice half-heartedly defiant. "You make it impossible for me to say no."

Laura's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above Bradley's. "That's because you don't really want to say no," she whispered, her voice dripping with confidence.

Before Bradley could respond, Laura's lips captured hers, the kiss starting slow but quickly intensifying. Laura's teeth grazed Bradley's bottom lip, biting down gently, sending a jolt of heat through Bradley's body. Bradley gasped softly against her, but Laura didn't let up—her lips were insistent, her tongue slipping past Bradley's parted lips, sucking gently, drawing out a soft moan from deep in Bradley's throat.

Bradley's hands clutched at Laura's waist, her body pressing closer to hers, the tension between them palpable, electric. The taste of Laura's lips, the way her tongue teased and commanded—it sent Bradley spiraling, any lingering hesitation melting away as her body surrendered to Laura's touch.

Without breaking the kiss, Laura's hands slid down to Bradley's hips, her fingers tugging at the waistband of her pants with a sense of urgency. She guided them towards her desk, pushing Bradley backward until the younger woman felt the edge of the desk pressing against the back of her thighs.

Laura broke the kiss, her hands quickly unbuttoning and unzipping Bradley's pants. "Up on the desk," she murmured, her voice low and filled with promise. "Now."

Bradley's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nerves flooding her as she hopped up onto the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. Laura's hands were already on her, pulling her pants down in one swift motion, leaving Bradley in just her underwear.

Laura's eyes darkened as she looked up at Bradley, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "You're so wet already," she whispered, her fingers sliding under the fabric of Bradley's underwear, pulling them down slowly, teasingly, until they slipped off completely.

Bradley's breath hitched as she felt the cool air against her skin, her body trembling with anticipation as Laura knelt in front of her, her hands gently spreading Bradley's legs wider. Bradley could barely think, her mind spinning with the intensity of the moment, her eyes locking onto Laura's as she felt herself being completely undone.

Laura didn't break eye contact as she leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Bradley's inner thigh. "Relax," she whispered, her voice a low hum that sent shivers up Bradley's spine. "I'm going to take care of you."

Bradley's hands gripped the edge of the desk, her body already trembling with anticipation as Laura's lips moved higher, trailing slow, deliberate kisses up her thigh, teasing her, making her ache with need. When Laura's tongue finally flicked over Bradley's slick folds, Bradley let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly off the desk as the pleasure hit her in waves.

"Laura..." Bradley gasped, her fingers tightening on the desk as Laura's tongue moved in slow, teasing strokes over her clit, making her hips buck involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming, but Laura kept the pace steady, her tongue circling and flicking in just the right way to keep Bradley right on the edge.

Laura's hands gripped Bradley's thighs, holding her in place as she pressed her mouth harder against her, her tongue moving with perfect precision, drawing out gasps and moans from Bradley with every stroke. Bradley's body shook, her legs trembling as she felt herself teetering on the brink, her mind completely consumed by the heat building inside her.

"Don't stop," Bradley moaned, her voice desperate as her hips moved in rhythm with Laura's tongue, the pleasure too intense, too perfect to hold back.

Laura smirked against her, her fingers digging lightly into Bradley's thighs as she quickened the pace, her tongue moving in deeper, firmer strokes, pushing Bradley closer and closer to the edge.

Bradley's breath hitched, her body convulsing as she felt the release building, her muscles tightening with every flick of Laura's tongue. She was so close, so close she could barely think, barely breathe—until finally, the tension inside her snapped, her orgasm crashing over her with an intensity that left her shaking.

Her moans filled the office, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as her body trembled through the release, Laura's mouth still working her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, Bradley slumped back against the desk, her body spent, her mind still spinning from the intensity of it all.

Laura pulled back slowly, her lips glistening as she looked up at Bradley with a satisfied smile. "More fun than lunch," she questioned, her voice thick with pride as she rose to her feet, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Bradley's lips.

Bradley's heart pounded in her chest, her body still trembling as she pulled Laura closer, the kiss deepening. "Much," Bradley whispered, her voice soft but filled with affection.