I never had a problem working late when the job called for it, but after three months of extra nighttime hours and working weekends, I was happy that this particular project had come to an end.

Before heading home for a well-deserved rest and a few days off, I swiveled my chair toward the window to admire Manhattan’s skyline. Just then, I imagined how much better it would look with the office lights off and, as if by magic, I heard a click and my office went dark.

“It’s really beautiful at night, isn’t it?” I didn’t have to turn around to know that Regan, my partner on the now-completed project, had just walked in. She’d been flown in from our head office to help out, and she’d put in just as many hours as I had over the past few months. We’d gotten to know each other really well, and though we’d kept things on a professional level, I hadn’t been so blinded by work that I wasn’t aware of just how hot she was. She had the professional thing going on, with the business suits and the high heels and the upswept hair with the studious-looking glasses. But the skirts were just above her knees, the blouses were soft and sheer, and the stockings had seams up the back. Her suits looked tailor-made and fit her sexy figure perfectly. Her face was beautiful and, to top it off, the woman had brains to match. If I had to guess, I’d say she was in her mid-thirties — about five years older than I am. But damn, she was definitely the total package.

Regan came around to my side of the desk and I got a faint whiff of her subtle perfume. When she moved her lithe body in front of me and blocked my view, I realized that anything we did from that point on would not be business-related.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, as she knelt down between my legs and ran her hand over my crotch. Gone were the glasses, suit jacket, and stockings, and while she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly, I hoped to God that her panties were with them. I quickly unpinned her fancy hairstyle and held her head as she freed my cock. Expertly, she stroked and sucked until it reached its full length. With a lick of her lips, she took the whole thing in her mouth like a giant Popsicle and proceeded to suck until I was about to explode. But I didn’t want to come before I had a chance to bring her to at least one orgasm.

I reached under her skirt (and yes, her panties were keeping her glasses company) and found her pussy was soaking wet. I picked her up, placed her beautiful ass right at the edge of my desk with her legs spread wide, and teased her slick cunt with my tongue. I blew warm air on her clit, then licked and fingered her till she screamed out my name and came, writhing against my mouth. I kept at it, driving her to two more climaxes. I would have pushed her for more, but she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up for a kiss.

After she’d licked away any trace of her juices from my lips, she moaned, “Mmm. That tastes so good.”

By that time, my cock was aching to get inside her. I sat back down in my chair and Regan slid her legs over my hips before lowering her hot pussy onto my cock. Then, with her hands on my shoulders and mine cupping her ass, I helped guide her up and down till she shuddered in ecstasy. Afterward, I had her get up and lean over my desk so I could fuck her from behind.

“I want you to fuck me long and hard,” she said, her voice taking on a huskier tone that was filled with lust. “We’ve both worked hard and we deserve every minute of this.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. I thrust my rock-hard cock deep inside her velvety-soft pussy and fucked her with firm, steady strokes till she picked up the rhythm and we were moving as one — as if we’d been fucking for years, yet with all the excitement of a new conquest. After 15 minutes of sheer bliss, we both exploded in simultaneous, mind-numbing orgasms.

Regan only had two more days left before she had to leave New York, but we made the most of that time by screwing each other silly, and inventing future projects that would require our working together as often as possible.