Fucking My Coworker in the Supply Closet

"Harrison, you’re not seriously going to eat another one of those mini quiches, are you?" Fiona teased, leaning against the edge of the conference room table. The room was dimly lit, with strands of twinkling lights draped over the whiteboard and a half-empty punch bowl sitting precariously next to a plate of cookies.

Fiona had swapped her usual blazer for a fitted red dress that hugged her curves, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Harrison, in his slightly rumpled button-down and slacks, looked like he’d been pulled away from his desk mid-email. They’d worked together for three years, trading sarcastic banter and the occasional coffee run, but tonight felt different—less like coworkers, more like something else.

"Hey, don’t judge," Harrison said, popping the quiche into his mouth with a grin. "I skipped lunch for this. Besides, you’re one to talk—how many glasses of punch have you had?" Fiona raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Touché," she said, glancing toward the door. "But if you’re done stuffing your face, I think the karaoke machine just got set up. And I dare you to join me."

Fiona grabbed Harrison’s arm, her fingers warm and firm, and tugged him toward the supply closet with a smirk. “You did say you needed a break from corporate carbs,” she quipped, pushing the door shut behind them. The closet was cramped, smelling faintly of paper and stale coffee, and Harrison’s shoulder bumped a shelf of printer paper as she cornered him.

“You’ve been staring at me all night, haven’t you?” she said, her voice low and playful. Her hand slid down his chest, stopping just above his belt. Harrison swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “What if I have?” he shot back, his voice cracking slightly. Fiona let out a low laugh, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his slacks. “Then I guess I’ll have to do something about it.”

Fiona’s fingers made quick work of his belt, her nails catching slightly on the buckle as she tugged it loose. “You’re acting like you’ve never done this before,” she teased, glancing up at him with mischief in her eyes. Harrison’s breath hitched as he glanced toward the door, the faint hum of the party outside making his pulse race.

“Fiona, if someone walks in—” he started, but she cut him off with a laugh, pulling his slacks and boxers down in one fluid motion. “Relax,” she purred, her hand wrapping around his already-hard cock. “You wanted this. Admit it.” Harrison groaned, his hands gripping the shelves behind him as her mouth descended, hot and wet, onto him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward instinctively. The sound of footsteps outside the door made him freeze, but Fiona didn’t stop—if anything, she looked even more amused, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. His head fell back against the wall. “You’re going to kill me.”

Fiona’s lips moved down his shaft, her mouth warm and insistent, as Harrison bit back a moan. The sound of voices outside the door grew louder, frantic chatter about punch bowls and karaoke sign-ups. Fiona’s eyes flicked up at him, a devilish glint in her gaze as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him.

“Fuck, Fiona,” Harrison groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as the voices seemed to pause right outside the door. His heart hammered in his chest, torn between relief and terror. “Someone’s—fuck—they’re going to hear—”

But Fiona only hummed in response, the vibration sending a sharp jolt through him. She pulled back, her lips slick and swollen, and grinned. “So let them,” she whispered, her hand stroking him slowly. “You’ve been a good boy, Harrison. You deserve a little risk.” And then her mouth was on him again, wet and relentless, as the doorknob rattled faintly behind them.

Harrison froze as the doorknob turned, his heart thundering in his chest. "Fiona, fuck—" he whispered, trying to pull her up, but she didn’t budge. Her lips stayed locked around him, her tongue teasing the tip as the door creaked open slightly.

A voice outside cut through the muffled chatter. "The paperclips are in here, right?" someone asked, their shadow hovering in the sliver of light from the cracked door. Fiona hummed softly, the vibration making Harrison’s hips twitch. "You’re going to get us fired," he mouthed, but she just grinned, her hand sliding up to cup his balls while her mouth worked him.

The shelves rattled as someone fumbled with something outside, their footsteps retreating. Fiona pulled back just enough to whisper, "Relax, corporate warrior," before taking him deep again, her head bobbing in perfect rhythm. Harrison’s hands clenched the shelves as he muttered, "You’re a fucking menace."

Fiona’s lips slid off his cock with a wet pop, and she stood, her hands gripping the edge of the supply shelf. Without a word, she bent over, her red dress riding up to reveal the curve of her ass, bare except for a thin black thong. Harrison hesitated, his voice cracking as he whispered, "Fiona, are you—"

"Stop talking," she muttered, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked smirk. "Unless you want them to hear us fucking in here." She reached back, pulling aside the fabric of her thong, and Harrison’s cock throbbed at the sight. He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, his hands shaking as he stepped closer, tugging her dress down just enough to expose her smooth skin.

The first push was met with resistance, Fiona’s tight muscles clenching around him as she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. "Fuck," Harrison hissed, burying his face in her shoulder to muffle his own groan. The sound of laughter outside the door made them both freeze, but Fiona just pressed back against him, taking him deeper. "Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let’s see if you can keep your mouth shut for once."

Fiona’s hands shot back, gripping Harrison’s hips and pulling him deeper into her with a sharp tug. "You’re still holding back," she murmured, her voice muffled against the shelf. "Don’t be a pussy now." Harrison gritted his teeth, the sting of her nails digging into his ass driving him wild as he fucked her harder, the rhythmic slap of their bodies echoing in the cramped space.

The voices outside grew louder, and Harrison froze, his cock buried deep inside her. Fiona rolled her hips, grinding against him as she whispered, "Don’t stop unless you want them to hear you whimper, big guy." He bit back a groan, pulling out abruptly and spinning her around, his lips crashing into hers in a messy, desperate kiss. Fiona moaned softly, her red dress bunched around her waist as she wrapped her legs around him, her nails clawing at his back.

"Do something stupid," she breathed against his mouth, her tongue flicking against his. Harrison’s hands slid down to her ass, lifting her onto the edge of the supply shelf. "Fuck you," he muttered, his cock pressing against her slick heat. Fiona smirked, her teeth nipping at his lower lip. "Promises, promises."

Harrison’s hips slammed into her with a bruising rhythm, the metal shelf shaking violently behind her. Fiona bit down on his shoulder to stifle her gasps, her dress now crumpled at her waist, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck, someone’s going to hear—" he growled, but she cut him off, panting against his ear. "So let them. Doesn’t that make it hotter for you, big guy?"

Before he could answer, a sharp knock rattled the door. "Hey! What the hell’s going on in there?" a muffled voice barked. Harrison froze, his cock twitching deep inside her as Fiona let out a soft, breathy laugh. "You gonna answer them, or should I?" she murmured, her hips grinding against him as the knocking turned to pounding.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. Harrison clenched his jaw, his thrusts growing erratic as the voice outside shouted, "Open this door right now!" Fiona moaned loud enough for the entire hallway to hear, and Harrison buried his face in her neck, muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck—" as he came, his trembling hands gripping her hips like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

Harrison opened his mouth to shout a lame excuse, but Fiona’s palm cracked across his cheek, the sharp sting catching him off guard. Her hips never stopped rolling, her slick heat milking his spent cock as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.

"You gonna cry to security now, baby?" she purred, her nails raking down his chest. The banging on the door grew louder. "Open this fucking door!" the voice shouted. Fiona let out a throaty laugh and wrapped her legs tighter around him. "Tell them I’m not done with you yet."

Harrison’s breath hitched as she ground down harder, her breath hot against his neck. "Your pathetic little secret’s gonna be all over the office, isn’t it?" she whispered, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "And you’re still so fucking hard..." His hands gripped her hips, torn between dread and the insane thrill of her relentless taunting.