He'd take her bent over her desk, or maybe his. They'd be at the office late, just the two of them, with her skirt too tight at her hips. Her fucking skirts. Not for him, she doesn't wear them for him, but maybe this time she does, and she lets him press himself against her arse. She wants it. She's always wanted it, and she lets him pull up her skirt and reach up her sweater and cup her full breasts. Gods, he wants to turn her over and take those nipples in his mouth and worship her with his tongue, but not this time, not this first time. No, he'd grab her hair and suckle at her neck and slide his cock into her slowly, letting her plead with him until he was fully seated in her.