Donna met him in the bullpen, a stack of files already in her arms. "Good morning."

"That depends on who you talk to," Josh grumbled. "It would have been a good morning, but my girlfriend made me get up and come into work today."

"Poor baby," she cooed as she followed him into his office and dumped the files onto his desk. He eyed the pile with disdain and set his backpack on the floor. Dropping into his chair, he watched as she set about organizing the stuff on his desk, while reciting the reasons why they were in the office. "We have to start whittling down the list for the next NEA chair, Leo needs you to give him a recommendation about the OMB projections first thing Monday, and Toby needs an answer about college tax exemptions."

"I know all that," he complained. "That still doesn't explain why we're *here* and not at home."

She answered him as if she were talking to a child. "We couldn't stay at your place. You would have found a way to get me back into bed and we wouldn't have gotten any work done."

"Damn straight!" He'd had plans for this morning, sensual plans that involved a hot shower and a naked Donna, followed by several hours in bed. But she had successfully thwarted any ideas he'd had and dragged him into the office instead.

"So you see, we had to come into the office," she continued. "Even though it's the weekend. Now we can get work out of the way and spend all night and tomorrow in a much more pleasurable way."

His eyes lit up at her suggestion until he noticed how big the stack of files she had brought in was. A small groan escaped him. This would take forever.

"Where do you want to start?" she asked as she flipped through the folders. "OMB projections or the NEA Chair?"

He flopped into his chair and sighed, resigned to working until Donna declared that they were done. "Let's start with the OMB."

*****

Several hours later, Josh was so immersed in work that he barely heard Donna when she announced that she was going out to get lunch.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to get lunch. You want anything?"

"Burger. Burnt. And a side of fries," he answered automatically without looking up.

"How about a nice salad?"

That got his attention. His head jerked up and he stared at her.

"You want me to eat rabbit food?" he asked in disgust.

"It's good for you," she reminded him with a frown.

"Yeah, well, forget good for me. Get me a burger."

She made a face at him. "I'm getting you a salad."

Knowing that he would inevitably lose this particular argument, he tossed her his wallet in silent acquiescence. She thanked him, leaving the office with a little wave.

He watched her go, an indulgent smile on his face. Though he always complained when she nagged him about his eating habits, he couldn't help but be touched at her concern. He'd have to remember to thank her later for looking out for him.

He thought about the plans he'd had for the day. Maybe he could thank her by offering to wash her back in the shower. She'd appreciate that. He'd slowly soap her entire body, lingering on all the spots he knew were particularly sensitive, massaging her alabaster skin at the same time that he aroused her.

When she was hot and panting and begging him to end the sensuous torture, he would turn her towards the wall and she would brace her arms against the cool tile. With one hand cupping her breast and the other buried deep between her legs, he'd enter her from behind, thrusting hard into her warm wetness. She'd rock back against him until she climaxed, shouting his name. Gathering her wet and boneless body against his, he'd draw her out of the shower and start to gently dry her...

A small noise in the nearly empty bullpen snapped Josh back to the present. If any of his fantasies were going to happen, he would have to finish his work first. He sighed and grabbed the file with the short list for NEA chairs. The sooner he was done, the sooner they could go home and he could do all the things he'd been dreaming of.

*****

"Lunch is here," Donna announced as she came back into the office, shutting the door firmly behind her. She set a large takeout bag down on the desk and started to dig through its contents. "Are you going to eat?"

"Did you get me a burger?" he asked, glancing up from the papers on his desk.

"No."

"Then probably not," he said.

"Then I guess you won't be interested in what else I brought back with me," she said as she pulled a cup of hot coffee from the bag and brought it to her lips.

He eyed the steaming cup longingly. "You have coffee?"

She smiled smugly at him. "Yup."

"Real coffee, not the day old sludge from the bullpen?"

"Real coffee," she confirmed, jiggling the cup tauntingly in front of his face. "Fresh from the stand down at the corner."

"Give me some," he said, getting up and coming around the desk to reach for the cup.

She held it away. "Uh-uh. If you want some of my coffee, you're going to have to do something in return."

He eyed her suspiciously. "What kind of something?"

Briefly, she thought about allowing him the coffee if he agreed to eat the salad. Then she thought about how diligently he'd been working and decided that he deserved a greater reward than that for getting through it all so quickly.

Maybe they could leave earlier than planned and she'd treat him to a relaxing evening at home. She'd even cook him dinner.

In the little red negligee she had bought just last week.

She grinned at the idea.

But before she suggested going home, she wanted to play with his mind a little. She was willing to give him the coffee regardless, but it never hurt to negotiate.

"You could eat your salad," she suggested sweetly.

He frowned. "I've been working on the OMB thing and the NEA list all morning -- giving up a very delightful day in bed with you, I might add � and you're telling me I have to eat a salad if I want a sip of coffee?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

He shook his head decisively. "No. What else?"

"You're sure about the salad?"

"Absolutely. What do I have to do to drink your coffee?"

"I'm not sure," she said, looking at him speculatively and contemplating what else she should bargain for. "What are you willing to do?"

"Anything you want, Donnatella. *Except* eat that salad."

"I've always had this fantasy � no, never mind."

He looked at her expectantly. "No, tell me. What?"

She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. "I've always thought about the two of us � no, I can't. It's too wicked."

"C'mon Donna. You can tell me," he coaxed, his eyes gleaming in anticipation.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex in your office," she finally admitted, smothering the giggle that threatened to erupt at his shocked expression.

His eyebrows rose. "You have?"

"I have."

"Donna�"

"Not during regular working hours," she said quickly, before lowering her voice huskily to add, "Maybe late at night as we're finishing things up. I always thought it might be fun to fuck on your desk." She delighted in the way his jaw dropped at her suggestion. "Of course, I've always wanted to fuck you in your chair, too. And up against the door."

"Donna!"

A quick look at his crotch indicated that he was definitely getting aroused. Maybe her suggestions weren't such bad ideas. Could she possibly negotiate sex for coffee? Suddenly, she was eager to see how far he was willing to take her ideas. "We really shouldn't though."

"We shouldn't?" he choked.

"Unless� Maybe we could make it a little more interesting," she said, arching her brow at him in invitation. Just the thought of having sex with Josh in the office was making her hot. She reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and noted with delight that Josh couldn't pull his eyes away from her cleavage.

"You just suggested...stuff...in this office, right here...and you think it could be more interesting?" His voice rose with each word.

"What if I reward you with a sip of coffee for, say, every article of clothing you remove," she dared him.

"You want me to strip for you?"

"Maybe."

"And this will turn you on even more than all that other stuff you were just talking about?"

"Depends on what you've got."

"Oh, I've got plenty," he boasted, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

*****

So Donna thought she could outmaneuver him, he thought. Well, he'd show her. He wouldn't be the only one stripping in his office, not after all the suggestions she had just tantalized him with. And he'd guarantee they'd both be more than satisfied with the final results.

"So let me get this straight. I strip for you and I get to drink your coffee?"

She smiled brilliantly at him. "Yes."

"You're on." Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it to hang open across his bare chest. He held out his hand for the coffee.

She shook her head. "Nuh-uh. The whole thing."

"Can't get enough of me, can you?" he smirked.

"You know I can't," she sassed back with an answering smirk. She reached out and tugged at the shirt, making sure to trail her fingernails across his chest as she let her hand fall.

He shivered in reaction. Even such a simple touch was enough to make his erection rock-hard. He finished shrugging the shirt off and she obligingly handed him the cup of coffee.

"Like manna from heaven," he declared, taking a healthy swig of the black brew.

It was time to counter her original proposition. He held the cup out to her but refused to relinquish his grasp when she reached for it.

"Josh, you agreed. One piece of clothing for each sip of coffee."

He smiled at her mischievously, both of his dimples appearing. "Exactly. And yet you still appear to be fully clothed."

"What?"

"Strip for me, Donna. Show me what you've got," he said with a smirk as he echoed her earlier words.

"What's my incentive?"

"I'm not incentive enough?" he asked, incredulous.

"Of course," she soothed. "But a girl's got to have more than just a gorgeous male body as her incentive."

"Gorgeous, huh?"

"Get over yourself."

"I'd rather have you over me."

"I think I can work with that," she agreed as she tugged off her blouse, revealing a smooth satin bra beneath. Her nipples were outlined beneath the flimsy fabric, taunting Josh with their pertness, and he had to restrain himself from reaching out and stroking them.

He distracted himself with the coffee, handing it to her with a small flourish. She carefully turned the cup so that her lips rested where his had been and took a sip. He had to smother a groan as her tongue snuck out and licked at the rim.

Who knew that drinking coffee could be so erotic? Then again, this was Donna and she aroused him even when doing the most mundane things. Drinking coffee was no exception.

"Forget the coffee," he said as he reclaimed the cup and set it down on the edge of the desk. "I'd much rather taste you."

"I like that idea." Tangling her hands in his hair, she pulled him closer.

Their mouths met in a searing kiss, their tongues twining around one another. Josh plowed his hands through her hair and cradled her neck, gently drawing her even closer. As he swirled his tongue around the warm cavern of her mouth, he felt her fingers brush against the front of his slacks and heard the faint clink of metal as she undid his belt.

With a quick flick of her hand, she had the single button on his jeans undone and the zipper lowered. He groaned as her hand brushed against his erection, and he quickly toed off his shoes so that he could kick his pants aside.

She took advantage of his movement to cup his balls through the thin cotton of his boxers, rolling them between her fingers in a gentle caress. He moaned into her mouth and he felt her smile in response.

Breaking the kiss, he grinned at her. "Little eager there, Donnatella?"

"Always," she answered huskily as she kicked off her own shoes and stripped her slacks from her hips, leaving her clad in only a brief pair of bikinis and bra.

Josh barely resisted his urge to push her back against the hard wooden surface of his desk, rip her panties from her body, and make love to her that very instant.

She must have noticed his glance at the desk, because she moved to perch on the edge of it, saying, "Josh, come over here and kiss me."

It was all the invitation he needed. Grabbing the pile of folders and the lunch bag off the desk, he tossed them unceremoniously onto the floor, but was careful to keep the coffee cup within easy reach.

"Lean back," he instructed her.

She gave him an odd look, but quickly removed her bra and willingly leaned back.

As soon as she was lying down, he stripped the panties from her hips, slowly moving them down the silken length of her long legs, caressing each inch of skin as his fingers skimmed across it.

He felt her shiver in reaction and grinned mischievously as he reached for the quickly cooling coffee.

She giggled when the warm liquid first splashed onto her belly, but the giggles quickly turned into gasps of pleasure as he lowered his mouth and slowly lapped at her skin, his tongue caressing her soft flesh.

When all of the coffee had been licked from her smooth stomach, he darted his tongue into her belly button, inhaling the tantalizing mixture of Donna's skin and the lingering scent of the strong coffee. Slowly, languorously, he worked his mouth up towards her breasts and inhaled the subtle floral perfume there before taking a taut nipple between his lips. He caressed the bud with his tongue before lightly biting down, causing her to moan in anticipation.

"Joshua...."

His hands skimmed across her pale skin as he continued to trace circles around her nipple with his tongue, and she arched into him, silently inviting him to touch her more intimately.

He complied, his fingers burrowing into the nest of golden curls between her legs, stroking the hard nub at her center.

"More� please..." she begged.

Sliding a finger into her wetness, he teased her with several short strokes before slipping a second finger inside. Her hips bucked and she whimpered, clasping his head closer to her breast as he increased the speed and depth of his caresses and flicked his thumb against her clit.

She was close to coming, her muscles tight around his fingers, when he tore his lips from her nipple and claimed her with another fierce kiss. His mouth captured her shouts of completion as he felt the shudder of her orgasm against his entire body.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Donnatella, you are so beautiful�"

She turned her head and kissed his fingertips, still wet with her essence. Then she kissed him slowly and languorously, the taste of her mingling with the taste of the coffee that lingered in his mouth.

He broke the kiss, inhaling deeply, and she playfully shoved at his chest, forcing him to straighten.

"My turn now," she said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She sat up. "Lose the boxers, Joshua."

*****

Hooking a finger into either side of the waistband, she tugged his boxers from his hips. He helped her to push them down his legs and he kicked them aside as she drew him forward, her hands wrapping around his cock. He was hard and hot and her fingers stroked up and down the engorged length of him, eliciting a growl from deep within his throat.

With a small chuckle, she ran her thumb over the head, gathering the moisture there on the pad of her finger. She brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked it between her lips, savoring the salty taste. She felt him tremble in response and her other hand, still tenderly stroking his erection, became bolder.

His hands settled above hers and he stilled her fevered movement. "Stop, please. If you don't-"

"If I don't?" she prompted.

"This won't last much longer," he warned as he leaned in and kissed her.

She took the opportunity to pull his hips closer, positioning him between her legs. His cock brushed against her thigh and she scooted toward the edge of the desk, drawing him nearer to her center.

"Then make it last," she encouraged. She arched her hips toward him and he slipped inside.

Gasping at his sweet invasion, she grabbed his ass, pulling him even closer. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she encouraged him as he started to slowly thrust into her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and she felt his muscles tense. She knew he was trying to hold himself back, wanting to give her pleasure before claiming his own.

She tightened her legs around his middle and pushed against him, urging him to give in to his instincts. She felt him thrust deeply one last time and then he was pulsing into her, crying her name as he came.

His orgasm was enough to push her over the edge.

Her own body spasmed as she came around him, her cries mingling with his.

They collapsed against the desk, both breathless from the intensity of their orgasms.

When their breathing finally returned to normal, Josh propped himself on his elbows. Looking down at their joined bodies, Donna noticed a few faint brown streaks across her stomach and felt a familiar sticky wetness on her thighs.

"We're a mess," she lamented.

"Then I guess we need to go home and get cleaned up," he suggested. He stood, pulling her with him, and looked at her hopefully as he started to gather their clothes.

She couldn't help but grin at his expression. He was absolutely adorable.

"I guess we do," she agreed as she grabbed her things from him and started to dress.

He glanced up from fastening his jeans, startled. "You really mean that?"

She nodded. "Yeah. We got a lot of things done this morning. We can catch up tomorrow."

They finished dressing. Donna put the desk back in order, retrieving papers and files from the floor, before turning to Josh, who had his backpack in hand and was anxiously shifting from foot to foot like a six year old. "C'mon. Grab the lunch bag and let's go."

She watched in amusement as he looked at the bag in dismay and half-heartedly agreed. Unable to make him suffer any longer she said, "Look in the bag, Joshua."

He did and she was rewarded with a big grin. "Donna� there isn't any salad in here."

"No."

"In fact, there are two foil wrapped packages in here with what look like tantalizing grease stains."

She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Yes."

"You tricked me!" he accused.

"Yes," she agreed. "Now, are you coming home with me or are we going to stand here all afternoon and argue over lunch?"

"Well, you know how much I love to argue with you, Donna, but I think now would be an excellent time to go home."

"Good. Then let's go."

She flicked the lights off and they headed out the door.

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