Bonus

... by Stephanie

Can I just tell ya, work sucks! Here it is, six o’clock and I’m still here at my desk. Everyone else has gone already, but not me. No. No happy hour beverages for me. Nope, here I sit typing my little fingers to the bone trying to get this project done. Shit. Sometimes I hate my life. The only saving grace is my screensaver. My jovi pics are what I get to look at when I have maybe 30 seconds of downtime. I live for that. Sigh, can my life suck any more?

“Hey.” I whipped my chair around and nearly fell out of it. Holy Jovi Hell. I must be dreaming. Hallucinating, something. Jon Bon Jovi is lounging on the empty desk next to mine. I don’t want to blink for fear he will disappear. “What are you …?” He interrupted me, “what am I doing here?” I nod my head in answer. “Well you’ve been working so hard, you deserve a bonus.” My eyes about bugged out of my head, did he just say bonus? “A b-bonus?” Dammit stop being an idiot. He held out his hand, “come on over here baby.”

His hand beckoned me and I rose from my chair, a small smile played on my lips. “What are you smiling at?” I looked him right in those to die for baby blues “I was just thinking how glad I am that I wore a skirt today.” He chuckled and slid to the edge of the desk, grabbing my hand and pulling me to stand between his legs. With my shoes on and him sitting I was taller than him. His nose was right in my cleavage, his warm breath making my nipples stand at attention. I started to slip my shoes off and he looked down at them and stopped me, “leave them on.” Who was I to say no? I felt his tongue on my skin, running up the vee between my breasts and up my neck. Our mouths met in a heated kiss, our tongues dancing over each other. Jesus he’s good at that.

He pulled his mouth from mine and stood, turning us around so I could sit on the desk. That was better, now I was face to chest with him. God he has a fabulous chest; all hard and muscled and hair-free today. I undid the few buttons that were done up on his shirt, pushed it off his shoulders and looked my fill before running my tongue across to one nipple and then the other. While I busied myself with his chest I felt his hand run up the outside of my leg and up under my skirt. When he discovered my thigh-hi stockings and garters his grip tightened on my leg, “this is so sexy.” His hand traveled back down to my foot which was still encased in my stiletto pump. He looked at me, “I love a long leg in a killer shoe.” He kept a hold of my leg and ran his tongue up the inside, pushing my skirt up when it got in the way. I whimpered when he stopped.

Looking up at him, he had a wicked grin on his face. His hand slid up inside my skirt to the waist band of my thong. “How attached to these are you?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he tugged hard and I felt the “pop” at my hip. Oh well, I’ve got more. Once again his tongue traveled up to the inside of my thigh, tracing little circles with the tip of his tongue on the sensitive skin, making me even wetter. I thought I was gonna die if he didn’t put his mouth where I needed it.

He moved up slightly, I could feel his breath on me. I wanted to scream I needed him so bad. As he dipped his head …

“Hey.” Who could be in the office, everyone had left. I opened my eyes, I was staring my computer screen and the cleaning lady was talking to me. Shit, shit, shit, why now. I fell asleep at my desk.

So much for my bonus. I need to go home and change my panties.

Told you work sucks!