Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Office Extracurricular ❯ Physical Report ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.09.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.09.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
MS
This is an AU piece. A reader asked why someone mentions that Sakura is a librarian since she’s the president of the company. Maybe because this is actually part of a bigger plot/story that I don’t have any plans on exploring at the moment. Sakura is a librarian by trade, but inherited the company at the death of her uncle on her mother’s side. This is for any who might wonder and have questions about the first chapter.
Go on with the story, and if you like it, please leave a comment. Was that still too subtle again? ;)…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters… everything else is mine.
Office Extracurricular
Part 2 : Physical Report
“So, how’s it been for the last three weeks?” Eriol asked as he sat in front of his cousin. He’d just returned from a very sudden and long stay at their company’s branch on the other side of the country.
Syaoran glared as a response, knowing full well what Eriol was trying to allude to. “You didn’t have to send me to the Atlantic branch you know, I would have kept my mouth shut.”
“Sure,” Syaoran rolled his eyes as his eyes inspected the last page of the detailed report Eriol had just brought back. “Until you found yourself in Sakura’s presence and managed to put your foot into it.”
“That hurts,” Eriol placed his hand over his heart, massaging it lightly while he grinned unashamedly. “I think the projections are accurate,” Eriol went back to his work when Syaoran placed the report, closed, over his desk.
“Its good news then,” they both stood, parting on the doorway.
“I’ll be going home to my wife then,” Eriol’s voice dredged on a groan as he proceeded to ground out his back and neck. “I’m sure I’ll receive a better welcome than here.”
“I’m sure you will,” Syaoran sent him on his way, glancing at his watch as he followed his friend’s progress to the elevator.
The doors opened, a group of employees flocking to it. Syaoran froze in his place as Eriol came face to face with Sakura.
Sakura’s eyes widened as she found herself in front of the person she wanted most to avoid. She’d been successful as Syaoran had sent him on the annual projections of their second branch.
“Long time no see,” Eriol grinned, unabashed as Sakura’s cheeks turned into a deep shade of red. She squealed as he muttered something low to her ears alone and mounted on the ride down. Eriol waved to his cousin as the doors closed.
Sakura walked stiffly to Syaoran’s office. She didn’t acknowledge any of the employees in the way as she slipped past his frame and waited for him to close the door.
“That bastard,” Sakura groaned quite audibly as she plopped herself onto one of the seats in the office. Syaoran was about to ask if he needed to do bodily harm to his cousin when Sakura broke into a grin.
“Should I know what that was all about?” He asked instead. Syaoran glanced at the door before walked forward to his desk.
“No,” she quickly answered before leaning to his desk and took the folder Eriol had just left. “Did everything go alright?”
“Like clockwork,” Syaoran saved all of his projects in the laptop and shut it down. “We have to go by my place this afternoon after work,” he informed her. “I’m running out of clean shirts at your apartment.”
Sakura nodded absentmindedly as she read the last paragraph of the summary. “You know,” she leafed through the earlier pages. “I think we should just move in together.”
“Really?” Syaoran asked while he hid the grin he was sporting as he righted most of the papers over his desk. Things were progressing nicely.
“It’s a waste of money for us to have our own place when we spend all of the time on my apartment building anyway,” she smiled as she handed him back the report. “We’ve already been living together for over a month if you count all of the nights you’ve spent at my place.”
“That’s true,” Syaoran leaned into his chair, his eyes closing to the surroundings. “I’ll get everything ready to do so as soon as possible.”
“You don’t mind giving up your condo?”
“I hardly use it,” he pulled her down to his side, setting her over his lap as he reclined on the chair. “And your apartment is closer to the office.”
“It’s always about work, isn’t it?” she asked melodramatically, while sinking herself into his warmth.
“About 5 % of it, the other 95 is about me jumping your delectable bones at any time,” he corrected, his mouth settled over her cheek, trailing kisses from her ear to her mouth.
“You do that regardless,” she pointed out as he kissed her. The minute his lips connected with hers, all thought was driven from her mind. The only thing that existed to her at the moment was him and the bubbling sensations that were spreading throughout her body.
“But I won’t have to make up an excuse,” he said in between breaths as she shifted over his lap and ground herself against his growing excitement.
“Oh Sakura,” Syaoran brought her close to a crushing embrace. Syaoran’s eyes were closed, his ears taking in her running heart beat and shallow breaths. She was so precious and delicate in this state.
He pulled back, smiling. “Have I told you that you have the most incredible green eyes I have ever seen?” his hand cradled her face tenderly. Her own hand was tracing the side of his cheek, ending at his lower lip. Syaoran opened his lips, nipping and keeping the fingertip trapped in between, his teeth keeping it in place while his tongue traced circles over it.
He saw her eyes darken. She was so easy to excite. She was currently staring at his lips, watching as his tongue played with her finger, shivering as his free hand came to unzip the front of her blouse.
“I’ll be going to lunch now sir,” the intercom blared on the scene, startling Sakura. She looked around the room as she quickly jumped from Syaoran’s lap and started to compose herself.
“Alright,” Syaoran responded over the phone system. He had been so close and yet so far.
“I can’t believe that happened again,” Sakura mumbled to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her clothing. “And in this office.” She looked around, a look of distrust settling as she glanced at all of the walls.
“Maybe it’s because I’m irresistible,” Syaoran replied as she turned and started to walk around the desk.
Syaoran’s eyes glimmered as he made up his mind. He extended his hand, still seated, wrapping his finger around one of the lapels of her skirt. Sakura felt a tug looking down at what was impeding her retreat.
“Yes?” she looked to him. He was sporting one of those smiles. They were the ones she classified as sexy and troubling. He was thinking of something.
He pulled her back, setting her against the desk before him. Syaoran stood from his chair, coming closer and closer to her. He pressed one of his knees in between her legs, opening them while placing both of his hands to her side.
Sakura looked down to them. His fingers were wide and spread over the surface of the desk. As she looked to him again, she found him leaning to her, taking in her space. With no other choice, Sakura propped herself over the edge of the desk, her own hands over the cool wood to balance herself.
“Syaoran?” she asked timidly. He had stopped his advance, but had made no move to retreat either.
“I’ve been thinking of you in this office for the past months,” he whispered to her as he nuzzled her neck. He let the tip of his nose trail the uncovered part of her chest, his tongue licking the upper surface of her breasts.
“Syaoran,” she groaned out his name as her mouth opened to fill her lungs of breath. Sakura couldn’t help but move her neck, letting him delve deeper into her skin. She broke in shivers, the hairs over her arms lifting as he blew and suckled one of her shoulders.
He felt her turn slightly to the door, one of her hands coming to the nape of his neck and raveling her fingers through his hair. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled as he understood her perfectly. “I locked it behind you.”
She was taken aback by his response, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the desk. While they had been talking, Syaoran had been straightening his papers and placing some of the objects on the carpet, baring the desk. There were still a couple of things on it, but it was mainly stationary, cups, the phone and a couple of inconsequential files.
“Were you going to seduce me all this time?” she asked as her fingers reached for his tie. It was loosened in a matter of seconds, still hanging over his shoulder as she started to undue the top buttons of his white, pressed shirt.
“I live to seduce you love,” he responded, her blouse completely undone and thrown to the pristine floor. Syaoran‘s eyes gleamed as the lacy bra she was wearing caught his attention.
It was one he had bought her as a birthday present just a week before. She had blushed as she opened the box while in their own private celebration of the occasion.
The material had fit her well. It sustained the grand bounty, while barely covering her nipples which were dark and puckered as his hands traced them over the material. Her breasts were perfect. They were bountiful, round and soft to his touch. They were so sensitive to his touch.
His fingers rested around her nipples, tracing lazy circles over the material and fully cradling her breasts. “You’re wonderful.”
“Syaoran,” Sakura mumbled his name. Her eyes were fluttering as her sensations pooled around her middle. Each time his thumb rubbed against the bud on her breast, the sensation intensified. His free hand reached for the back, stopping over the mechanism that still left her covered.
“Damn it,” he cursed lightly as his fingers tangled with the material over the back.
Sakura giggled as she understood. “You’re the one that bought it,” she admonished as her helpless giggles fell over his shoulder. Syaoran looked over her own to see where he had gone wrong. He almost shouted in satisfaction as it came undone and he started lifting it off.
Syaoran started to pull off the strap from her shoulder, letting them rest against her elbows and forearms as he dove to her nape for a light bite. There was something about her neck, her skin, that called for a branding. She was such an exquisite woman.
“You’re mine,” he whispered as the bra fell completely to the floor, joining the shoes that had fallen a couple of minutes before.
“And you are mine.”
Syaoran felt his chest constrict as she looked at him. Her eyes were soft and pliant, her lips moistened and opened as she whispered his name over and over. He let his hand roam behind her, the wide arc of his arms throwing off the remaining things. He set her softly over the surface, his free hand settling over her waist.
Sakura giggled as he threw off his jacket, landing over one of the plants by the corner of the office. His tie slid quietly off, pooling with the rest of the items that were at the base of his feet.
Her smile faded as she felt him press his hand against her panties. Her lower navel exploded with sensation as he settled his mouth over her breasts. It was an assault from both fronts, leaving her boneless and free, her body floating over ecstasy as his intimate touch intensified.
“You’re so ready for me,” he felt her tremble as his fingers entered her, dancing and playing over her pleasure center. She was wet and pulsing under her ministrations. A quick look back at her face saw her wavering eyes shivers that raked her body.
“All I have to do is touch you and you burn,” Syaoran winced as his own erection pushed ready and needy of her comfort. He could barely control himself around her. Her smile was enough to set his own senses on fire.
“Come here Syaoran,” Sakura spread her arms to him, gripping his shoulders and pulling herself. The use of her muscles were coming back little by little.
She went immediately to what she was after. After a couple of tugs, his belt was off and his pants were open. She pushed them down, letting them cascade to his knees and further down to his ankles. Her hand was placed over his boxers, feeling his hard length beneath her touch.
Sakura spread herself more as his hand pulled her own away. “I’ll explode if you touch me,” he confessed as she lowered herself to the table once again.
“You have more self-control than that,” she shook her head at that, the probability of it actually happening too low in her own mind.
“Don’t underestimate my reaction to you,” Syaoran loosened the clothing pooled by her feet, stepping over them. His boxers were next, leaving him free of any constrictions of material that would stand in his way.
“Do you have any condoms in the office?”
Syaoran flashed her a grin, one of his hands going to one of the closed drawers on his desk, turning the key. Without taking his eyes off of her, Syaoran rummaged through the files on it, looking underneath for the packet he had stored there a week after the last incident.
Sakura took it from his hand, opened it and grasped his erection. It was something she had been thinking of doing for quite some time. She remembered how he had rolled it onto his erect penis before entering her, copying his mannerisms to the last.
It had felt a bit strange, and erotic in its own way. He groaned her name as she let her hand rest at the groin, her fingers brushing against the hairs that rested there. He leant against her, pushing the tip inside of her.
They both savored the feeling. He of being absorbed and enclosed in her cocoon, and she of being filled, no longer empty. They clung to each other, their breaths mixing and caressing each other’s shoulders.
It was different. Syaoran had more leverage as he remained standing, withdrawing and entering her at slow rhythms. Sakura let her own legs hang, powerless over the edge of her support, clamping on the side of his torso, keeping him as close as she could to herself.
Syaoran increased the pace, his hand slipping in between them, touching her clitoris, his fingers rubbing and prompting her desire to spike to higher grounds. Sakura felt as her body let go, satisfaction going through each of her nerve endings as her inner muscles clamped to him within.
Syaoran’s vision wavered, his eyes rolling upwards as the feel of her reaction pulled him over the edge. He fell forward, heavy over her resting form.
There they stayed as Sakura held him, cradling his head against her chest, her heartbeat lulling the tempest blood still rushing inside of his own ears. The feeling faded little by little, movement returning to the couple as the smell of intimacy and sex stuck to the atmosphere.
“Was it what you were imagining?” Sakura asked as he withdrew from her, taking care of the condom and falling a bit exhausted into his chair. Sakura turned to the side to continue contemplating him. It didn’t matter how much time she spent going over this enigmatic man before her, there was something new that called to her each time.
“And more,” Syaoran glanced at the clock by his closed door, seeing that his secretary would soon return from her long hour lunch break. He looked back at Sakura. She was still inviting and sexy in her rumpled state. The only thing that had managed to keep itself on her body had been her skirt, which was bunched around her waist.
He was already feeling the pull inside of him to have her again. She was an addiction in that sense. It didn’t matter how much he got from her, he always needed more.
A sudden knock interrupted the quiet atmosphere in between the couple. “Mr. Le,” a sharp, crisp voice said from the other side. It was the dreaded secretary.
That was enough for Sakura to remember where she actually was. She was naked, sprawled over Syaoran’s desk in his office, while her sworn enemy was trying to beat the door down.
“Yes, Gladys?” Syaoran took the hint as Sakura fell onto the carpet and started to pull on the articles of clothing that had been thrown there those minutes before.
“The intercom system is off and the call you’re expecting from overseas has finally come through,” Syaoran pulled on his socks, boxers and pants. “Is everything alright there sir?” she asked as she heard cursing and several objects falling to the floor.
“Fine,” he managed to produce as Sakura rubbed the knee she had elbowed as she had slipped over some files that had been on her way.
“Also, Ms. Kinomoto’s secretary has asked if we know where she is. She’s supposed to be in a meeting with the accounting department in just a few minutes,” Sakura growled menacingly as she heard the satisfaction and crowing on the woman’s tone.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the woman was over fifty years old, Sakura could swear that she was just trying to make her look bad so that she could get Syaoran’s attention for herself. It’s not like she was stupid and blind. She saw the sideway glances she was given by the female staff since she heard the rumor going around. Although, maybe the old bat wanted to get her younger boss’ attention. But that just felt so wrong in so many ways.
“Tell them not to worry,” Syaoran answered as he disengaged Sakura’s sinking nails from his leg. It seemed to be that the animosity in between her and his secretary was still as high as ever. “She’s been delay with a business lunch.”
“Alright sir,” Sakura stood from the floor, trying to find a way to make herself presentable for what had just happened. The meeting had completely slipped off of her mind. Syaoran was a menace to her business sense and calendar.
“What am I going to do?” Sakura could still smell the lingering scent of sweat and romp on herself. Her clothing were in deplorable condition as well. She needed a bath and fresh clothes.
“You could slip through the door and crawl all the way to the elevator on your knees,” Syaoran choked on the laugh as she sent him a glare.
“You’re the one that got me into this mess,” she stood straight to her full height, her eyes glaring into his relaxed form. “Fix this!”
“Wow, the president’s back,” Syaoran burst into laughter as she launched herself in attack. He quickly overpowered her, letting her rest against his chest.
“Here’s what we’ll do boss,” he slipped into his serious, CEO tone, all businesslike. “I will take the call over my cell phone and drive you home. Gladys will go file these business papers while we slip away.”
“I have to be at that meeting,” Sakura reminded him. She wanted to prove to her workers that she was reliable and serious about keeping to the helm of the company. Not showing for a meeting would cause talk over her professionalism.
“That can be easily rescheduled,” he informed her. He took her hand and lead her slowly away to his personal bathroom that was in his office. “You can straighten as much as you can in here while I get everything ready.”
He closed the door, getting busy to have everything ready when she came out. After handing in the files to his secretary Syaoran started to look for his jacket. He found it over the poor plant. Everything else was in its place. Syaoran opened the drawer that he had unlocked a few moments before, making sure that Sakura wasn’t coming out of the bathroom as he took a small black box from it.
He rescheduled the meeting for some other day. There was nothing else that could not be handled the next time they came in. “I’m ready,” Syaoran jumped slightly as Sakura came toward him. As inconspicuous as possible, he slipped the small box into one of his pockets.
It was time to truly solidify their relationship. He wanted her as his wife, his companion, and the mother of his children. It was time to go for broke.
He was feeling lucky. Nothing wrong could happen on such a glorious day.
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Part 2 of 3 posted. The next part will be uploaded as soon as possible. I hope you enjoyed the lemon and leave a comment if you so desire.
MS
This is an AU piece. A reader asked why someone mentions that Sakura is a librarian since she’s the president of the company. Maybe because this is actually part of a bigger plot/story that I don’t have any plans on exploring at the moment. Sakura is a librarian by trade, but inherited the company at the death of her uncle on her mother’s side. This is for any who might wonder and have questions about the first chapter.
Go on with the story, and if you like it, please leave a comment. Was that still too subtle again? ;)…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters… everything else is mine.
Office Extracurricular
Part 2 : Physical Report
“So, how’s it been for the last three weeks?” Eriol asked as he sat in front of his cousin. He’d just returned from a very sudden and long stay at their company’s branch on the other side of the country.
Syaoran glared as a response, knowing full well what Eriol was trying to allude to. “You didn’t have to send me to the Atlantic branch you know, I would have kept my mouth shut.”
“Sure,” Syaoran rolled his eyes as his eyes inspected the last page of the detailed report Eriol had just brought back. “Until you found yourself in Sakura’s presence and managed to put your foot into it.”
“That hurts,” Eriol placed his hand over his heart, massaging it lightly while he grinned unashamedly. “I think the projections are accurate,” Eriol went back to his work when Syaoran placed the report, closed, over his desk.
“Its good news then,” they both stood, parting on the doorway.
“I’ll be going home to my wife then,” Eriol’s voice dredged on a groan as he proceeded to ground out his back and neck. “I’m sure I’ll receive a better welcome than here.”
“I’m sure you will,” Syaoran sent him on his way, glancing at his watch as he followed his friend’s progress to the elevator.
The doors opened, a group of employees flocking to it. Syaoran froze in his place as Eriol came face to face with Sakura.
Sakura’s eyes widened as she found herself in front of the person she wanted most to avoid. She’d been successful as Syaoran had sent him on the annual projections of their second branch.
“Long time no see,” Eriol grinned, unabashed as Sakura’s cheeks turned into a deep shade of red. She squealed as he muttered something low to her ears alone and mounted on the ride down. Eriol waved to his cousin as the doors closed.
Sakura walked stiffly to Syaoran’s office. She didn’t acknowledge any of the employees in the way as she slipped past his frame and waited for him to close the door.
“That bastard,” Sakura groaned quite audibly as she plopped herself onto one of the seats in the office. Syaoran was about to ask if he needed to do bodily harm to his cousin when Sakura broke into a grin.
“Should I know what that was all about?” He asked instead. Syaoran glanced at the door before walked forward to his desk.
“No,” she quickly answered before leaning to his desk and took the folder Eriol had just left. “Did everything go alright?”
“Like clockwork,” Syaoran saved all of his projects in the laptop and shut it down. “We have to go by my place this afternoon after work,” he informed her. “I’m running out of clean shirts at your apartment.”
Sakura nodded absentmindedly as she read the last paragraph of the summary. “You know,” she leafed through the earlier pages. “I think we should just move in together.”
“Really?” Syaoran asked while he hid the grin he was sporting as he righted most of the papers over his desk. Things were progressing nicely.
“It’s a waste of money for us to have our own place when we spend all of the time on my apartment building anyway,” she smiled as she handed him back the report. “We’ve already been living together for over a month if you count all of the nights you’ve spent at my place.”
“That’s true,” Syaoran leaned into his chair, his eyes closing to the surroundings. “I’ll get everything ready to do so as soon as possible.”
“You don’t mind giving up your condo?”
“I hardly use it,” he pulled her down to his side, setting her over his lap as he reclined on the chair. “And your apartment is closer to the office.”
“It’s always about work, isn’t it?” she asked melodramatically, while sinking herself into his warmth.
“About 5 % of it, the other 95 is about me jumping your delectable bones at any time,” he corrected, his mouth settled over her cheek, trailing kisses from her ear to her mouth.
“You do that regardless,” she pointed out as he kissed her. The minute his lips connected with hers, all thought was driven from her mind. The only thing that existed to her at the moment was him and the bubbling sensations that were spreading throughout her body.
“But I won’t have to make up an excuse,” he said in between breaths as she shifted over his lap and ground herself against his growing excitement.
“Oh Sakura,” Syaoran brought her close to a crushing embrace. Syaoran’s eyes were closed, his ears taking in her running heart beat and shallow breaths. She was so precious and delicate in this state.
He pulled back, smiling. “Have I told you that you have the most incredible green eyes I have ever seen?” his hand cradled her face tenderly. Her own hand was tracing the side of his cheek, ending at his lower lip. Syaoran opened his lips, nipping and keeping the fingertip trapped in between, his teeth keeping it in place while his tongue traced circles over it.
He saw her eyes darken. She was so easy to excite. She was currently staring at his lips, watching as his tongue played with her finger, shivering as his free hand came to unzip the front of her blouse.
“I’ll be going to lunch now sir,” the intercom blared on the scene, startling Sakura. She looked around the room as she quickly jumped from Syaoran’s lap and started to compose herself.
“Alright,” Syaoran responded over the phone system. He had been so close and yet so far.
“I can’t believe that happened again,” Sakura mumbled to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her clothing. “And in this office.” She looked around, a look of distrust settling as she glanced at all of the walls.
“Maybe it’s because I’m irresistible,” Syaoran replied as she turned and started to walk around the desk.
Syaoran’s eyes glimmered as he made up his mind. He extended his hand, still seated, wrapping his finger around one of the lapels of her skirt. Sakura felt a tug looking down at what was impeding her retreat.
“Yes?” she looked to him. He was sporting one of those smiles. They were the ones she classified as sexy and troubling. He was thinking of something.
He pulled her back, setting her against the desk before him. Syaoran stood from his chair, coming closer and closer to her. He pressed one of his knees in between her legs, opening them while placing both of his hands to her side.
Sakura looked down to them. His fingers were wide and spread over the surface of the desk. As she looked to him again, she found him leaning to her, taking in her space. With no other choice, Sakura propped herself over the edge of the desk, her own hands over the cool wood to balance herself.
“Syaoran?” she asked timidly. He had stopped his advance, but had made no move to retreat either.
“I’ve been thinking of you in this office for the past months,” he whispered to her as he nuzzled her neck. He let the tip of his nose trail the uncovered part of her chest, his tongue licking the upper surface of her breasts.
“Syaoran,” she groaned out his name as her mouth opened to fill her lungs of breath. Sakura couldn’t help but move her neck, letting him delve deeper into her skin. She broke in shivers, the hairs over her arms lifting as he blew and suckled one of her shoulders.
He felt her turn slightly to the door, one of her hands coming to the nape of his neck and raveling her fingers through his hair. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled as he understood her perfectly. “I locked it behind you.”
She was taken aback by his response, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the desk. While they had been talking, Syaoran had been straightening his papers and placing some of the objects on the carpet, baring the desk. There were still a couple of things on it, but it was mainly stationary, cups, the phone and a couple of inconsequential files.
“Were you going to seduce me all this time?” she asked as her fingers reached for his tie. It was loosened in a matter of seconds, still hanging over his shoulder as she started to undue the top buttons of his white, pressed shirt.
“I live to seduce you love,” he responded, her blouse completely undone and thrown to the pristine floor. Syaoran‘s eyes gleamed as the lacy bra she was wearing caught his attention.
It was one he had bought her as a birthday present just a week before. She had blushed as she opened the box while in their own private celebration of the occasion.
The material had fit her well. It sustained the grand bounty, while barely covering her nipples which were dark and puckered as his hands traced them over the material. Her breasts were perfect. They were bountiful, round and soft to his touch. They were so sensitive to his touch.
His fingers rested around her nipples, tracing lazy circles over the material and fully cradling her breasts. “You’re wonderful.”
“Syaoran,” Sakura mumbled his name. Her eyes were fluttering as her sensations pooled around her middle. Each time his thumb rubbed against the bud on her breast, the sensation intensified. His free hand reached for the back, stopping over the mechanism that still left her covered.
“Damn it,” he cursed lightly as his fingers tangled with the material over the back.
Sakura giggled as she understood. “You’re the one that bought it,” she admonished as her helpless giggles fell over his shoulder. Syaoran looked over her own to see where he had gone wrong. He almost shouted in satisfaction as it came undone and he started lifting it off.
Syaoran started to pull off the strap from her shoulder, letting them rest against her elbows and forearms as he dove to her nape for a light bite. There was something about her neck, her skin, that called for a branding. She was such an exquisite woman.
“You’re mine,” he whispered as the bra fell completely to the floor, joining the shoes that had fallen a couple of minutes before.
“And you are mine.”
Syaoran felt his chest constrict as she looked at him. Her eyes were soft and pliant, her lips moistened and opened as she whispered his name over and over. He let his hand roam behind her, the wide arc of his arms throwing off the remaining things. He set her softly over the surface, his free hand settling over her waist.
Sakura giggled as he threw off his jacket, landing over one of the plants by the corner of the office. His tie slid quietly off, pooling with the rest of the items that were at the base of his feet.
Her smile faded as she felt him press his hand against her panties. Her lower navel exploded with sensation as he settled his mouth over her breasts. It was an assault from both fronts, leaving her boneless and free, her body floating over ecstasy as his intimate touch intensified.
“You’re so ready for me,” he felt her tremble as his fingers entered her, dancing and playing over her pleasure center. She was wet and pulsing under her ministrations. A quick look back at her face saw her wavering eyes shivers that raked her body.
“All I have to do is touch you and you burn,” Syaoran winced as his own erection pushed ready and needy of her comfort. He could barely control himself around her. Her smile was enough to set his own senses on fire.
“Come here Syaoran,” Sakura spread her arms to him, gripping his shoulders and pulling herself. The use of her muscles were coming back little by little.
She went immediately to what she was after. After a couple of tugs, his belt was off and his pants were open. She pushed them down, letting them cascade to his knees and further down to his ankles. Her hand was placed over his boxers, feeling his hard length beneath her touch.
Sakura spread herself more as his hand pulled her own away. “I’ll explode if you touch me,” he confessed as she lowered herself to the table once again.
“You have more self-control than that,” she shook her head at that, the probability of it actually happening too low in her own mind.
“Don’t underestimate my reaction to you,” Syaoran loosened the clothing pooled by her feet, stepping over them. His boxers were next, leaving him free of any constrictions of material that would stand in his way.
“Do you have any condoms in the office?”
Syaoran flashed her a grin, one of his hands going to one of the closed drawers on his desk, turning the key. Without taking his eyes off of her, Syaoran rummaged through the files on it, looking underneath for the packet he had stored there a week after the last incident.
Sakura took it from his hand, opened it and grasped his erection. It was something she had been thinking of doing for quite some time. She remembered how he had rolled it onto his erect penis before entering her, copying his mannerisms to the last.
It had felt a bit strange, and erotic in its own way. He groaned her name as she let her hand rest at the groin, her fingers brushing against the hairs that rested there. He leant against her, pushing the tip inside of her.
They both savored the feeling. He of being absorbed and enclosed in her cocoon, and she of being filled, no longer empty. They clung to each other, their breaths mixing and caressing each other’s shoulders.
It was different. Syaoran had more leverage as he remained standing, withdrawing and entering her at slow rhythms. Sakura let her own legs hang, powerless over the edge of her support, clamping on the side of his torso, keeping him as close as she could to herself.
Syaoran increased the pace, his hand slipping in between them, touching her clitoris, his fingers rubbing and prompting her desire to spike to higher grounds. Sakura felt as her body let go, satisfaction going through each of her nerve endings as her inner muscles clamped to him within.
Syaoran’s vision wavered, his eyes rolling upwards as the feel of her reaction pulled him over the edge. He fell forward, heavy over her resting form.
There they stayed as Sakura held him, cradling his head against her chest, her heartbeat lulling the tempest blood still rushing inside of his own ears. The feeling faded little by little, movement returning to the couple as the smell of intimacy and sex stuck to the atmosphere.
“Was it what you were imagining?” Sakura asked as he withdrew from her, taking care of the condom and falling a bit exhausted into his chair. Sakura turned to the side to continue contemplating him. It didn’t matter how much time she spent going over this enigmatic man before her, there was something new that called to her each time.
“And more,” Syaoran glanced at the clock by his closed door, seeing that his secretary would soon return from her long hour lunch break. He looked back at Sakura. She was still inviting and sexy in her rumpled state. The only thing that had managed to keep itself on her body had been her skirt, which was bunched around her waist.
He was already feeling the pull inside of him to have her again. She was an addiction in that sense. It didn’t matter how much he got from her, he always needed more.
A sudden knock interrupted the quiet atmosphere in between the couple. “Mr. Le,” a sharp, crisp voice said from the other side. It was the dreaded secretary.
That was enough for Sakura to remember where she actually was. She was naked, sprawled over Syaoran’s desk in his office, while her sworn enemy was trying to beat the door down.
“Yes, Gladys?” Syaoran took the hint as Sakura fell onto the carpet and started to pull on the articles of clothing that had been thrown there those minutes before.
“The intercom system is off and the call you’re expecting from overseas has finally come through,” Syaoran pulled on his socks, boxers and pants. “Is everything alright there sir?” she asked as she heard cursing and several objects falling to the floor.
“Fine,” he managed to produce as Sakura rubbed the knee she had elbowed as she had slipped over some files that had been on her way.
“Also, Ms. Kinomoto’s secretary has asked if we know where she is. She’s supposed to be in a meeting with the accounting department in just a few minutes,” Sakura growled menacingly as she heard the satisfaction and crowing on the woman’s tone.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the woman was over fifty years old, Sakura could swear that she was just trying to make her look bad so that she could get Syaoran’s attention for herself. It’s not like she was stupid and blind. She saw the sideway glances she was given by the female staff since she heard the rumor going around. Although, maybe the old bat wanted to get her younger boss’ attention. But that just felt so wrong in so many ways.
“Tell them not to worry,” Syaoran answered as he disengaged Sakura’s sinking nails from his leg. It seemed to be that the animosity in between her and his secretary was still as high as ever. “She’s been delay with a business lunch.”
“Alright sir,” Sakura stood from the floor, trying to find a way to make herself presentable for what had just happened. The meeting had completely slipped off of her mind. Syaoran was a menace to her business sense and calendar.
“What am I going to do?” Sakura could still smell the lingering scent of sweat and romp on herself. Her clothing were in deplorable condition as well. She needed a bath and fresh clothes.
“You could slip through the door and crawl all the way to the elevator on your knees,” Syaoran choked on the laugh as she sent him a glare.
“You’re the one that got me into this mess,” she stood straight to her full height, her eyes glaring into his relaxed form. “Fix this!”
“Wow, the president’s back,” Syaoran burst into laughter as she launched herself in attack. He quickly overpowered her, letting her rest against his chest.
“Here’s what we’ll do boss,” he slipped into his serious, CEO tone, all businesslike. “I will take the call over my cell phone and drive you home. Gladys will go file these business papers while we slip away.”
“I have to be at that meeting,” Sakura reminded him. She wanted to prove to her workers that she was reliable and serious about keeping to the helm of the company. Not showing for a meeting would cause talk over her professionalism.
“That can be easily rescheduled,” he informed her. He took her hand and lead her slowly away to his personal bathroom that was in his office. “You can straighten as much as you can in here while I get everything ready.”
He closed the door, getting busy to have everything ready when she came out. After handing in the files to his secretary Syaoran started to look for his jacket. He found it over the poor plant. Everything else was in its place. Syaoran opened the drawer that he had unlocked a few moments before, making sure that Sakura wasn’t coming out of the bathroom as he took a small black box from it.
He rescheduled the meeting for some other day. There was nothing else that could not be handled the next time they came in. “I’m ready,” Syaoran jumped slightly as Sakura came toward him. As inconspicuous as possible, he slipped the small box into one of his pockets.
It was time to truly solidify their relationship. He wanted her as his wife, his companion, and the mother of his children. It was time to go for broke.
He was feeling lucky. Nothing wrong could happen on such a glorious day.
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Part 2 of 3 posted. The next part will be uploaded as soon as possible. I hope you enjoyed the lemon and leave a comment if you so desire.
MS