"Baby!"

Hayley rushes forwards, flinging herself into my waiting arms, she sighs contently.

"Hey."

I whisper into her ear as I wrap both my arms around her slim waist. We stand hugging for a few moments before she grabs my wrist and pulls me into her office.

With the door securely shut behind us she attacks my mouth with her own.

Hayley has the biggest sex drive of any woman on this planet. At first look you might judge her and think she’d be a prude in bed, but let me tell you she’s NOT. Seriously. I can’t even begin to count the ways and places we’ve done it in. She wants it all the time. Doesn’t matter where we are, who could catch us, she wants to do it.

Like now for instance. This probably isn’t the best place to be ‘throwing down’. Partially because this is her first day back, but mostly because her father owns the company and could walk through the door at any moment.

He’s never liked me. Well at least not since he caught us in the back of his Lamborghini… I’ve always thought that was the reason he decided not to install a lock on Hayley’s office door. He’d knew what we’d be up to.

One of her sun tanned hands slip under the hem of my lose fitting band tee.

I want to let her hand continue to wander about. Really, I do. I love having sex with her. I wouldn’t mind bending her over that brand new desk, and fucking her brains out, but unfortunately for her I’ve got ‘Spencer plans’.

"We can’t."

She pouts as I pull her hand from under my shirt.

"Says who?"

A mischievous smile spreads across her. Her hand makes its way back up my shirt.

"Seriously. We can’t. I’ve gotta get back to work."

Talk of work gets her to remove her hand. For a few seconds she looks confused, soon after the confused faced turns into a pouty one.

"Tell me your not working late again."

I match her frown and rest my forehead against hers.

"Have to. Boss’ orders."

"That’s the second time this week. I can’t go much longer without my ‘fun’ time."

See. I wasn’t lying when I said she has the worlds biggest sex drive. We had Sunday morning, and now on Tuesday she’s already feigning. I’m tellin’ ya she’s a sex addict… and there it is! The hand making its way back up my shirt. If this was anyone else I swear I would’ve snapped her neck by now. But something about the vibe she lets off is calming. I don’t think I could hurt her even if I wanted to.