"Doyle, sweety, you alright up here?"
"Yeah D, Im fine, just bored as hell"
"Yeah I though as much, decided to come up and keep you company for a while, after all, it isnt fair you being stuck up here and me being downstairs not being able to get smoochies"
"Ahh, smoochies, thats the only reason you came up here isnt it?"
"Noooo, would I be so selfish, wait, do not answer that, I may be forced to do something very un lady like and hit you"
Delia walked around the desk and lowered herself onto Doyles lap, running her fingers along his jaw line and up to his ear, she let her tongue lazilly follow the same path, he let out a little moan and squirmed underneath her.
"Ummmm, Delia, if you dont stop that Im gonna have to take you right here on the desk, dont think Angel would be too pleased, do you"
"Ohh, I dont know, it might attract more business"
"haha, princess, haha"
"Alright then, lets just disappear to the storage closet for a little bit, Im sure thier all too busy downstairs to even notice"
"What about the costomers"
"Fuck the costomers"
"Nope, Id rather fuck you sweetheart"
"Well then lets go"
"Race you, first one there gets to be on top"
Delia took off at top speed and slidded to a halt in the storage room two seconds befor Doyle. He sauntered in with a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh dear, looks like you win princess, Im so devestated"
"Oh, hush you, and kiss me"
Doyle happily obliged, he pinned her up against the wall and raveged her mouth, exploreing the hot cavern with his questing tongue. Delia whimpered and kissed him back with as much ferver. He ran his hand down her thigh and came to rest his hand at the bottom of her skirt, he hooked one finger in the hem and pulled it up around her waist, He dipped his finger inside her panties to run it through her dark curls, her knees started to go and Doyle latched his arms round her backside and pulled her up so she was pinned to the wall, she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles at his back. Doyle carried on with his sweet torture, running the tip of his finger along her outer lips while gentley flicking her delicate nub with his thumb. She ground her mound into his hand craveing more contact, but he denied it to her, enjoying the sound she was makeing too much,
"Doyle, please, fuck me, make me cum"
"Patience princess patience"
"No, now"
