Smythe

Q: I don't think I'll be here for long. I'll keep you posted.

Q: Thank you, but the amazing desk will have to wait. Apparently, I'm expected in Accounting.

S: I'll show you your desk after hours then.

Q: I'm heading back to the office now and am very much looking forward to seeing my new desk.

Q: Just get me a bigger desk, preferably by the time I'm back from lunch.

S: I'll see what I can do.

Q: It's tiny and not commensurate to my contributions to the team. Also, that's not the kind of appreciation I was referring to and you know it.

S: So you can get a bigger desk but then we can't share an office.

Q: All I'd meant was that Andrew could hook me up with a bigger desk to use here, but maybe I should leave. I'm not feeling appreciated.

S: What's wrong with your desk?

Q: Aw, does the thought of me leaving bother you?

Q: Yes, with a desk. What else would I have been referring to?

Q: Or maybe I'll just ask Andrew for one. I'm sure he'll be able to hook me up.

Q: Why ask a question you already know the answer to?

Q: You can have your office back now if that's what you're asking. The week's up, but can I at least have a bigger desk? You gave me the tiniest desk in the department, probably on purpose!

S: Because I want to hear you say it.

S: You don't need a bigger desk.

Q: The dude you saved me from? Is that what you did?

Q: Well, the plan is for him to be the CFO to my CEO one day, so I hope he's as competent as he looks.

S: Yes. You would have been bored.

S: Are you sure you're going to be CEO?

Q: The man from the party ... He's going to mentor me.

Q: He oversees Accounting, but you knew that already, didn't you?

Q: Anyway, he pretended like we were meeting for the first time, which was nice of him.

S: The dude I saved you from?

S: Of course I knew that. Accounting is boring.

Q: You will not believe who Clarise introduced me to this morning.

Better In The Morning

Quinn stood up a little straighter when she felt his hand on the small of her back, not having expected the intimate touch. A soft laugh escaped her lips. She turned her head to the side and leaned in a little closer to him. “Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we?” she wondered teasingly. She hailed a cab for the two of them, checking the time as she slid in. Perfect, no chance of being late. She was about to slip her cell phone back into her purse when she heard a ping! Apparently, Clarissa had someone she wanted to introduce her to, someone who would help her win favour with the board and secure her position as CEO. It was weird how much she wanted that position now. When the cab pulled to a stop in front of Wilde PR, Quinn turned to look at Sebastian. “I think I should get off first and then you follow a few minutes later,” she told him. “I’d hate for people to get the wrong idea about us.” She waited for him to agree before she got out of the cab.

The touch hadn’t been something Sebastian had planned on doing, it just had happened, but it was nice to see the reaction that Quinn had to it. The soft laugh was kind of nice to hear too. “Never,” Sebastian replied. He followed her, and took a seat in the cab. He closed his eyes and leaned back, and he opened his eyes and looked at Quinn, “sure,” he replied, and waited for her to get out of the cab, after she did, Sebastian leaned forward, “why don’t you drive around the block before you drop me off again, you’ll get a great tip for the trouble.”

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Quinn rode out her orgasm with him, taking a moment to catch her breath afterwards. “Okay, now I really need to get dressed for work,” she told him, nudging him off of her gently. Quinn slipped off of the bed and headed into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was pleased to find that Sebastian was ready to go and that neither of them looked like they’d just had sex. “Come on,” she said, heading for the front door. She was actually glad that they’d agreed to be friends with benefits. Sebastian was still her competition of course, but she felt like the tension between them had eased a little. She wouldn’t go so far as to say that she liked him, but her feelings toward him were certainly a little more … positive.

Better In The Morning

Quinn felt a shiver of anticipation travel down her spine as Sebastian ran his hand down her body. Her skin was left tingling from where he’d touched her. “Oh, yes!” she gasped as he pressed his thumb to her clit, instructing him breathlessly. “Keep doing … that.” She didn’t answer his question. They both knew the answer. He knew exactly what he was doing. Quinn could feel her walls constricting further around him with each thrust as if trying to pull him in deeper. She grasped the bed sheets in one hand, her other hand sliding from the nape of his neck to his shoulder. It was like she was anchoring herself for what was to come. “Shit.” She continued to move her hips against his. “Whatever you do, don’t …” Quinn trailed off as her orgasm tore through her body, crying out his name like she knew he wanted her to.

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She hoped so. Screaming his name would be a testament to how good the sex had been. She blew her hair out of her face as he put some distance between them, her eyes following his hand as he reached for his wallet. “I have some in…” she trailed off. He was already pulling out a condom, so there was no need to tell him about the box in the top drawer of her nightstand. In the blink of an eye, he rolled the condom onto his hard cock. He really wasn’t wasting any time, which worked perfectly for her, at least at the moment. Her legs parted easily, her skin tingling where he touched her. She was so wet already, he slid inside her as easily as her legs had parted, and Quinn groaned in satisfaction. Her walls tightened around him, pleased with the intrusion. “Fuck,” she swore under her breath as he started to thrust, pistoning in and out of her at a steady pace. Her hips instinctively met his every thrust. “Is that all you got?” she wondered, egging him on.