My best sex ever was... on my boss’s desk

Two break-ups led to one hot work hook-up for Grace*

I first met Mitchell* when we were hired as resident assistants for the same university housing community. We quickly developed a flirty friendship, but since he had a girlfriend and I was getting over a break-up, our relationship was strictly platonic.

That is, until the night he became single. We were scheduled to work our usual graveyard shift together, which meant manning the desolate front desk through the night and into the early morning. When Mitchell arrived over an hour late, his face was pale and his breath smelled like whisky. After a bit of convincing, he admitted his girlfriend just broke up with him. We passed his hip flask back and forth, consoling each other over our mutual heartache.

Maybe it was the alcohol or our shared sadness but, without thinking, I leaned forward and kissed him, right there at the front desk of our block of flats. Since it was well past midnight, the place was deserted, but the sheer fact that anyone could have interrupted us turned me on almost as much as his fingers in my hair and his tongue on my collarbone.

Then, Mitchell grabbed my hand and motioned for me to follow, pulling me along the dark, familiar corridor towards our boss Mary’s* office, my hand sweaty in his confident grasp. I tried to stifle my nervous laughter as he swung the door open, scanning the dark to ensure we were alone. His brown eyes bore into mine, seeming to ask if I really wanted to do this. With a quick nod I agreed, and he pulled me inside the sparse room.

Although she was surprisingly laidback, I had a feeling Mary wouldn’t be too relaxed if she found us going at it on her desk. But as Mitchell backed me up against the wall, it felt like all of the potential consequences didn’t matter and I realised I didn’t care if we got caught. Glancing back at the open office door, my legs quivered in anticipation.

His hands felt so good as they snaked under my waistband and down between my legs and – the whole time – his lips never left mine. Then, he whipped me around and in one quick, fluid motion pulled my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. His fingers grazed the wetness between my thighs as he stood behind me. I bent over, my elbows resting on Mary’s desk, and heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper behind me. The sex was explosive. We both came hard and fast after just a few thrusts, collapsing on top of our boss’s desk calendar. It was then that I looked up and saw a framed family picture smiling over at us from across the table.

The months of flirty banter, the unexpected hook-up and the risk of getting caught all combined to make our encounter incredibly hot. Mitchell and I dated casually for nearly a year, but eventually parted ways when he moved away after graduation. Still, to this day, few things make my heart rate speed up quite like an office after dark – and the faint scent of cheap whisky.

‘I saw a framed family picture smiling over at us’