A midday respite

The hum of the office had settled into its predictable rhythm, a low thrum of keyboards and hushed conversations. My focus, however, was abruptly diverted by a soft, insistent rap at my office door. Before I could even register the interruption, the door eased open just enough for Dom's familiar, smiling face to peek through.

"Delivery for a very important person," he whispered, his eyes twinkling as he held up a coffee carrier and a small, insulated bag.

A genuine smile, one that reached my eyes, spread across my face. "You're a lifesaver," I murmured, glancing quickly down the hall before stepping aside to let him in. As he crossed the threshold, I swiftly closed the door behind him, the click of the lock a small, satisfying punctuation mark. My hand then went to the discreet white noise machine I kept on my desk, flicking it on. The gentle, steady whoosh filled the space, a soft curtain against the outside world.

Dom's gaze followed my actions, a knowing grin playing on his lips. "Planning on a long meeting, are we?" he teased, setting his offerings down on my desk. The rich aroma of fresh coffee mingled with something savory and spicy, making my stomach rumble in protest.

"Just ensuring our privacy," I replied, leaning against the closed door, my arms crossed. "And what exactly is this 'delivery'?"

He pulled out a small container. "Homemade tacos. Carnitas, your favorite. And extra salsa, just how you like it." He pushed one of the coffee cups towards me. "And of course, your usual coffee."

My eyes widened. "Tacos? You made tacos in the middle of the workday?"

"Only for you," he said, his voice dropping to that warm, intimate tone that always made my heart flutter. He gestured to the chair opposite my desk. "Come on, before they get cold. I know you haven't had a proper lunch."

I settled into my chair, watching him as he began to unpack the food. The simple act of him being here, bringing me comfort and sustenance, felt incredibly significant. It was a tangible expression of his presence in my life, a quiet reassurance amidst the lingering shadows of the "Randy Debacle."

He handed me the coffee first. "And this," he said, tapping the cup, "is your elephant-dropping brew. Extra strong, light, and sweet, just how you like it."

"Perfect," I said, taking a grateful sip. The potent, creamy sweetness hit the spot. "This is really thoughtful, Dom," I added, picking up a taco. The warmth of the tortilla, the fragrant filling, it was exactly what I needed.

He just smiled, watching me take the first bite. "Anything to make your day a little brighter."

We ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, the white noise machine providing a gentle backdrop to the soft sounds of our meal.

"How's work been today?" he asked eventually, his voice low.

"Manageable," I admitted, "especially now. It's funny, I didn't realize how much I needed a break until you walked in."

He reached over and gently wiped a smudge of salsa from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "That's why I'm here and to help remind you to breathe."

I leaned into his touch, feeling a profound sense of calm settle over me. "You always know exactly what I need."

He chuckled softly. "It's a gift."

Once the last taco was devoured, Dom leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Dessert?" he purred. Before I could respond, he was on his feet, gently urging me to sit on the edge of my desk. I did, my legs instinctively parting as he moved between them. He knelt, his gaze locked with mine, a silent question passing between us. I nodded, my breath catching as he leaned in, his warm lips finding my pussy.

I tried to be quiet, truly I did. The white noise machine was a good cover, but the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. My fingers tangled in his hair, my hips arched instinctively, and soft gasps, then muffled moans, escaped my lips. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle suckle, sent shivers through me, building a delicious pressure that demanded release. I bit down on my lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds, but a final, uncontrollable cry of pure ecstasy tore from my throat as my body convulsed.

He rose, a satisfied smirk on his face, gently kissing my inner thigh before helping me back into my chair. "Better?" he whispered, his voice husky.

I could only nod, breathless, my cheeks flushed. "Much."

He checked his watch. "I have an appointment I need to get to. Wish I could stay longer."

"No worries," I managed, still a little dazed. "Good luck with it, whatever it is."

He leaned down, giving me a deep, lingering kiss, a promise in its warmth. "See you tonight."

"Tonight," I echoed, watching him gather his things. He gave me one last smile before slipping out the door, the lock clicking softly behind him.

I was still trying to compose myself, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, when my office door burst open. Tara stood there, eyes wide, a hand clapped over her mouth, trying to suppress a laugh that was clearly fighting to escape.

"Oh. My. God," she gasped, finally letting out a giggle. "Did you just... did that just happen?"

I facepalmed, groaning. "Tara! Did everyone hear that?"

She nodded, tears of laughter welling in her eyes. "Oh, honey, the entire floor heard you. It was glorious!"

"Did you at least apologize on my behalf?" I asked, mortified.

She shook her head, still chuckling. "Apologize? No way! Everyone was just happy you're getting what you need from that attractive, tattooed silver fox. There was actually applause in accounting." She winked. "You go, girl."

I buried my face in my hands, mortified and a strange, undeniable pride washing over me. The brief, stolen moments felt like an oasis in the middle of a demanding day. His presence was a grounding force, a quiet strength that made everything else feel a little less overwhelming. And apparently, a little louder.

Later that evening, as I approached my house door, a familiar figure stood waiting. Dom. My heart gave a little leap, but then I noticed the white bandage wrapped neatly around his left wrist. At first glance, a cold dread seized me, a fleeting thought that he might have self-harmed himself.

Before I could voice the terrifying question forming on my lips, he saw the concern in my eyes and quickly shook his head. "Whoa, whoa, relax," he said, stepping closer, a soft smile on his face. "It's not what you think." He held up his bandaged wrist. "New tattoo."

My shoulders sagged with relief, a breath I hadn't realized I was holding escaping in a whoosh. "A new tattoo? What did you get?" I asked, my voice still a little shaky.

He unlocked my door and ushered me inside, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the air. As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, he carefully peeled back the edge of the bandage, revealing fresh, dark script on his inner wrist.

I leaned in, my gaze tracing the words. My breath hitched.

"She is my heart, my soul, my love and my everything....Deppgrl," I read aloud. My eyes welled up, a warmth spreading through my chest that had nothing to do with the day's earlier activities.

I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision. "Dom... you didn't."

He just smiled, that crooked, endearing smile. "Oh, but I did. Just a little reminder, in case you ever forget." He gently took my hand, his thumb stroking the back of my fingers. "You are my everything, Deppgrl.”

I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder, the scent of him, the feel of his strong arms around me, a perfect anchor. "You're crazy," I whispered, the word laced with overwhelming affection.

"Only for you," he murmured back, holding me tighter. “My god, I love you.”