Quarter-end and sex in the meeting room

After the quarter-end meeting in London we stayed behind to check the figures. The tension had been there for months. When he turned the screen off he kissed me against the table. He pushed my skirt up, pulled my knickers down and took me standing, biting my shoulder so I would not cry out. The nearly empty building made every moan louder. We finished fast, sweaty and laughing with nerves. I fixed my hair in the visitors’ loo and went down to the car park as if nothing had happened. Now every spreadsheet reminds me of that forbidden shag between folders and cold coffee. Nobody in the office noticed. That made it hotter.