"I could just kiss you guys."

I wanted to say "Please!" I actually turned my head to look at the door to the conference room. It was closed. She looked at least half serious. My mind raced.

It was a peculiar linguistic dilemma. How many things can you equally answer with please, thank you, or you're welcome? But of course it wasn't really a linguistic dilemma at all. It was social, sexual, psychological, and ethical.

I could have just kissed her too, but the company has policies about such things. So does my wife. So does her husband. And then there was the gun she kept in her car. Not that I really think she would have shot me, though right at that moment I figured it was worth the risk, the number of times I'd dreamt of taking her beautiful face in my hands, running them through those wild curls, pulling her sweet lips to mine.

I'd put in a word for her with management, a recommendation for a better job, and they'd said yes, apparently, given her incredibly enthusiastic reaction. It wasn't just me of course, everybody in our little department had put in a good word. Hence the "you guys" plural. But if she was thanking all four of us collectively, why not actually do it collectively, why individually behind a closed door?

I realized finally that she'd stopped talking, that I wasn't talking, that silence had descended awkwardly upon the room.

I'd about gotten up my nerve to say "I'd like that very much" when she leaned in across the table toward me.

I took that as a hint, and I kissed her.

It was an awesome, incredible kiss. One of the best I've ever had. Delicate and passionate, tender and obscene, loving and grateful and God only knows what else. It was heavenly. We'll leave it at that.

But I didn't want to leave it at that. There was so much more I had always wanted with her, her firm slender naked body available to my hands and mouth, to my skillful fingers and my darting tongue and finally to my raging cock as she rode me, staring down at me full of love and lust and joy.

I was ready. I was so ready. I broke the kiss and pulled back. She pulled back too with lust in her eyes. "Thank you," she said, panting just a little. "Thank you again. Can you get Richard for me please?"