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“and so then i said, NOW THATS WHAT I CALL A STEAK DINNER!” michael erupts in a fit of hysterics while the rest of the office only watches in dead silence, exchanging judgmental glances.
i catch pam’s eye, the corners of her mouth daring to break into a smile and she snorts, a strand of hair falling from her neatly pinned by hairstyle. michael was on his fourth offensive, terribly timed joke of the afternoon and i wasn’t sure how much longer i’d be able to bear it.
“now that’s what i call- alright fine, just say you don’t appreciate intellectual comedy. go home everyone.” michael finally says after the painfully loud silence and the office resumes its regular hustle of papers shuffling, chairs squeaking and light conversation.
i’d never admit it but there was something about the end of the work day that brought me a certain sense of peaceful calm. maybe it was the way that everyone came together in agreed friendliness or maybe it was just the fact that i didn’t have to be in the office anymore.
“jim. hey jim.”
a toothpick hits my forehead.
“yes dwight hello.” i deadpan.
dwight surveys me through his aviators, toothpick dangling from the edge of his teeth.
“you going out for drinks? it’s karaoke night.”
a wave of annoyance stirs in my stomach at the way he smirks and swirls the toothpick container in anticipation. oh how i’d love to say no just to see his smile fade.
i didnt even have anything to do really.
id probably just end up on the couch with a beer anyways.
“i would but, i have a really important…meeting.”
“it’s 6 pm.”
“yup.”
i was set.
without another word i stand up, nicking my briefcase and head to the coat rack.
“hey, you going out for drinks with us?”
a quick tap tap at my shoulder.
i turned around to pam looking up at me and i stop, drawing in a breath. shit.
“duh. i can’t let michael run the bar alone.”
she giggles and my whole body goes warm.
“hey, what happened to your important-“
“shut it dwight.”
i shout back across the office and he retreats with a sour look behind his computer.
“need a ride?” i ask, slipping into my coat and offering hers before heading to the hallway with a nod. she follows at my shoulder, coat draped over his arm.
“yes please. roy’s car has been in the shop longer than we’ve been engaged.”
the mention of roy’s name sends dread through my body but i chuckle anyway, opening the door into the rainy parking lot.
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i’m too lazy to write fluff so just imagine they went to the bar blah blah blah
jim’s place
1:30 am
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my head digs into the plushness of my pillow and my room swallows me in its thick darkness. it’s quiet, so quiet i can hear myself breathe, even blink and the steady thump thump of my heart.
my eyes flutter close.
a warm hand on my thigh, girlish laughter.
tightly crimped hair pulled back, legs crossed.
shit.
i blow out a harsh breath, eyes flashing open again.
i know it’s wrong to indulge in these thoughts. thinking about her this way, it’s practically blasphemous. she’s not even mine. she’s not even here.
but yet,
my tongue darts out, wetting my thirsty lips as my eyes fall shut once more.
her thighs bracket mine, pretty lips parted in pleasure, her wet mixing with mine…
“fuck.”
i cave.
my hand dips below the covers, tragically slow, eyebrows knitting at the ache.
the relief is euphoric, earning a hitched sigh from my throat as i stroke, starting slow and i allow my mind to wander back to that place.
“jim…”
my grip tightens at the thought of my name coming out of her pretty mouth, earning a generous bead of precum. it coats my fingers, only lubricating my situation.
i slide into her slick entrance and she clenches around my length. perfect and warm and wet and it’s almost too much to bear.
the lip between my teeth isn’t doing much for the noises that escape me and my fist speeds up, pulling and tugging at my length creating that familiar, slippery fap fap sound.
my breath grows unstable, stuttering in and out of my choked whimpers.
“fuck, pam..” i groan, thumb teasing the tip.
this is unbearable. i need her with me, next to me, on top of me. it’s all i need.
“please.”
soft pink lips at the nape of my neck, trailing to the sensitive part of my collarbone. muzzled hair growing messy from the humidity created between us.
my hands press into her hips, soft skin dipping under my grasp as i move them against mine.
another rasped and painful groan.
i can feel it building, the warm ache growing from my shaft. she’s got me so fucking close.
everything is so hot and humid and sweaty and i don’t care. all i care about is feeling good right now.
im delirious, head spinning with inchoerent thoughts and images of pam’s perfectly naked body pressed against mine, absorbing each others sweat, her salty, heady taste on my lips.
a shudder rolls though my body.
“so.. fucking…. close.” i choke out.
my fist is a blur, the blankets kicked off at my feet, head pressed into the pillow, brows forrowed in pleasure, desperate whimper escaping the space between my lips and teeth.
i’m behind her, fat hips slapping into mine, grip tight on her waist, hitting that perfectly soft spot repeatedly, mercilessly. she yelps my name.
i gasp, whole body cramping and exploding in succulent ecstasy, gasps and whines spilling out of me just like the heat spilling from my tip.
my fist slows despite the continuous stream coating my fingers, and i exhale a final sob, eyes rolling in exasperation.
“what the fuck.”