Luke
The first week of having Claire at my office was awesome. All I had to do was a cat-call whistle and she would come running to me. Most of our time there was spent in every compromising position you could possibly think of, leading to very little work actually getting done.
We just so happened to be in one of those compromising positions where I had Claire pinned to the side of the bookshelf. My black slacks were wrapped around my ankles, but I didn’t care. No way was I going to let that small detail stop me from giving it to Claire, good and hard.
The majority of the books rattled off of their shelves and laid scattered all over the floor in front of the bookshelf, but I didn’t care about that either. I was focused on the task at hand, and that was getting another much desi
