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Are… you… shitting me? He thought, fingers pressed to his temples in an effort to soothe the headache trying to form.
Jon didn’t want to participate in the damn gift exchange in the first place, but after reading the exotic name scrawled out on the tiny piece of paper, he wanted to do it even less now. Something told him when they announced this cockamamie thing that he was going to have to deal with her in some capacity.
Perhaps he brought it on himself, one of those self-fulfilling prophecy things people talk about, but he was hoping the gods would throw a little fortune his way. Which was certainly not the case as he looked at the paper in his hand once more, as if the words were going to change from the last five times he’d looked at it. Daenerys Targaryen, it read in her near-perfect handwriting.
Even the way she wrote out her name was uppity and oozing with feigned importance.
He folded the paper and shoved it in his pocket before stalking from the conference room toward his office, anxious to get away from the hoard of coworkers traipsing in and out, whispering and giggling like a bunch of idiotic children.
It was pathetic how excited they got over the idea of spending their money on someone they only interacted with because their paycheck demanded it. He hated the fake friendships that developed from nothing more than the necessary teamwork required for their job, and the fact that they spent forty plus hours a week together.
Jon guessed there was a camaraderie for the shared experience, but he could do without it and if that made him the bad guy, so be it. He was fully aware that they found him unpleasant and had a nickname for him; he just couldn’t find it in himself to give a damn.
He wasn’t there to make friends; he was there to do a job. The fact that he’d made one was just a happy coincidence. Samwell Tarly was different than most of the dodos working there; he was genuine and that was something Jon always admired.
Admittedly, there was one other person he could see himself associating with beyond the four walls of their firm, but her friendship with none other than the Dragon Queen posed a bigger issue than he wanted to deal with, so he left it alone.
Speak of the devil and she shall appear, he thought darkly, when he rounded the corner and nearly collided with the silver-haired demon herself.
“Watch where you’re going, please,” Daenerys said sharply, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes.
While he could admit he handled their very first interaction poorly, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why this woman had been so hellsbent on making his life miserable at every turn. He’d had a shitty day and unfairly took his frustrations out on her, but it got to the point where he stopped trying to apologize for his snappy tone that day and started returning the favor.
If she wasn’t willing to extend an olive branch, why should he?
He took a deep breath to calm himself before he spoke. “I’m sure whatever schoolgirl crush you’re hoping will escalate by way of this Secret Santa bullshit will still leave you dusty when this is over… So, there’s really no need to rush, is there?”
He slipped past her before she could say anything else and felt a huge grin split his face as he continued to his office. They’d been working together for about a year and a half, so it was safe to say he had perfected the art of ticking her off.
Truthfully, she made it far too easy: the way her face would scrunch up in anger, the tips of her ears flushed with a little hint of red, and the downright murderous glint in her violet eyes was exhilarating to him. She was just so uptight that the thought of her finally flipping her shit was something he delighted in more times than he was willing to admit.
Occasionally, there’d be a moment when it looked like she’d let it all out, but then she’d hold back as if she were afraid, she’d lose herself if she did something impulsive for once in her life.
Jon closed his office door and planted himself on the sofa on the adjacent wall. He had about forty-five minutes until his next client meeting and had time to kill. He sat there, nearly invisible to the world, watching the little minions jetting around the bullpen.
Across the way he could see Daenerys heading back towards her own office, looking as rigid as ever. She could probably do with a good fuck, he mused.
He didn’t often fantasize about people he worked with, but something told him she’d look damn good with her lips wrapped around his cock. She loved to argue, so he already knew she had a mouth on her; he just wanted to know what it was like when it wasn’t spewing nonsense at him constantly. His cock twitched at the thought.
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Shopping for Daenerys was reasonably simple as there was no shortage of information about her circulating around the office. He didn’t know how much of the gossip was actually the truth, nor did he care, but it made his task easy either way.
It took him all of two days to find something that she’d enjoy, not that he usually gave two fucks about it. The thought of getting her a gag gift did cross his mind, but he figured if she ever found out that he pulled her name, she would expect exactly that from him. He wasn’t as coldhearted as people thought and the idea of truly shocking her was something he couldn’t bring himself to pass up.
The worst thing that could happen from all of this was him being accused of putting some thought into someone other than himself. How much harm could that really do?
When he stopped to think about it, it was the season for giving, and once he saw the dragon statue, he couldn’t not get it. Had he pulled anyone else’s name he wouldn’t have put so much effort into it, but frankly, he probably owed her a thank you anyway. Going toe to toe with that little spitfire was some of the most fun he’d had since moving to the pile of shit sticks, they called a city.
King’s Landing. The country’s capital. It was a fucking joke and had it not been for the significant pay raise, he would have never accepted the relocation. The personal scouting from Tyrion didn’t hurt either. Not many people could say they had the CEO of a major marketing firm trek all the way to the northernmost part of the country to recruit them for a job. Plus, it did give him something nice to look at because when she wasn’t talking shit, Daenerys Targaryen was drop-dead gorgeous.
In another life and with possibly a significant attitude adjustment, he could see himself involved with her in some capacity. It wasn’t just her looks that occasionally captivated him. It was how she interacted with others; they all adored her, and she seemed to actually care about them in varying degrees. The only thing that was off-putting was her treatment of him.
She’d basically decided from day one that he was at the top of her shit list, and he leaned into the role, a little too well at times. So, when he saw her with Sansa of all people one evening, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get under her skin. Could the world get any smaller?
Jon had just come from a date when he spotted them. His date, whom mutual friends had introduced him to, was cute, but she came on a little too strong for his taste. He’d been a little frustrated that his time had been wasted until he saw the unmistakable moonlit hair in the throngs of people.
He didn’t miss the way she tensed up slightly upon hearing his voice, and he knew he had to play it carefully with his cousin sitting there. In the end, he chose to ignore her until the very last moment because if working with her taught him anything, she didn’t like to be overlooked. He had a feeling it was because she was so tiny. Short people usually had a complex about their height.
Once he addressed her, he walked off, smiling to himself at the amount of venom she could exude with three little words. He’d no doubt have a litany of questions coming his way from his cousin, but even that couldn’t dampen his mood.
Irritating Daenerys at work was one thing but getting on her nerves outside of office hours brought him more joy than it probably should’ve. It was that thought paired with the look of utter annoyance on her face that lulled him to bed once he finally got home and settled in for the night.
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Work had been somewhat of a tedious affair the last few days.
Normally, he enjoyed what he did, but all the jackasses demanding last-minute changes to holiday ads that were ready to roll out gave him unnecessary stress. They were supposed to be using this time to prepare for the upcoming quarter, not tweaking things that were already fine, to begin with.
With all the craziness happening and the eleventh-hour alterations, he hadn’t been paying attention to whom the projects were assigned until that fiery little dragon came storming into his office. Someone came to him with an issue, and he offered his opinion on how to fix it; it was as simple as that.
Naturally, because of who it was, he held his ground. There was no way in all seven hells that he’d admit that it was an honest mistake, not to Miss Frigid at least. He’d been pulled in so many different directions at once, so how was he supposed to know without looking that the ad was something she was overseeing?
She looked like she wanted to spew literal fire but was doing her damndest to contain herself and he was so amused by it. The little tick in her jaw as she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something was truly something to see. The fact that she called him a “cumshot” was just the cherry on top.
Jon had never met a person that used cum as an insult before, and he couldn’t help picturing situations where he could rile her up even more just to see the reaction and whatever other creative snipe she could come up with.
When he closed his office door, effectively hiding them from the bullpen, he thought about doing just that but caught himself. There were only two ways a relationship like theirs could go and one of those was probably best kept outside of office hours, even if it could potentially have a lasting impact on their work. Not that they would ever actually go down that road. Although, he felt his blood rushing south regardless, just thinking about the possibilities.
It wasn’t his proudest moment, but that’s what it was. She-devil or not, Daenerys was sexy, and he was just a man after all. He was allowed to fantasize about something improbable, even when he knew he shouldn’t.
He tried to temper his thoughts on the matter, but seeing her violet gaze darken ever so slightly when he asked her about what was appropriate for the workplace shot straight to his cock. It didn’t matter what she said about her overall dislike for him, her body had a reaction to him. He could see it as well as feel it.
The tension in the room was getting to be too much and he scolded himself for not putting a greater barrier between the two of them. He heard the words that were coming out of her mouth, some even registered as being insults even though she threw on her customer service voice, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her lips and the blush creeping down her cleavage.
He doubted she realized it was there because she was so worked up, but he thought about how far down it went, which transitioned into thoughts of her being flushed for a completely different reason. Seven hells!
Jon was disgusted with himself. Not only for blatantly perving out to a coworker while they were in the room, telling him off or whatever she called herself doing but for the fact that the coworker in question was none other than fucking Daenerys Targaryen.
He let out a small breath when she finally finished her spiel and turned around, a pitiful effort on his part to get a grip on himself. His eyes unwittingly traveled south, transfixed by how the material of her pencil skirt stretched across her ass. And she knew he was looking too. Her strut away from his office was too pronounced for her not to know.
When she was finally out of sight, he plopped down in his desk chair and ran his hands down his face. Things had taken a turn he hadn’t been expecting and now he was sitting in his office hard with no immediate option for release.
Fuck me!
Nothing like that had ever happened to him before, and it made him more irritated with her than he usually was. Yes, occasionally, he thought about fucking her into oblivion, but all in all, he still despised her ‘I run the world’ attitude.
He didn’t have to like her to think about her riding his cock like she was made for it. After all, hate sex was a thing for a reason.
Jon recognized that the imagery was not helping his predicament, but what was he to do about it besides waiting for it to go away on its own? It was the middle of his workday, so he’d just have to endure his case of blue balls while he tried to focus on the work in front of him.
It wasn’t an easy task at all. Little flickers of her essence lingered in the air - a faint hint of lemons and a summer’s breeze. It was a weird combination and not anything he’d be able to describe out loud even if his life was on the line, but that’s what remained in her absence, haunting him.
Even the images on the screen that he was supposed to be sifting through couldn’t pull his focus enough to distract him from the thoughts of her. He was far from a horn dog usually, yet, here he was, in the middle of the afternoon imagining godsdamn Daenerys in various sexual positions while his name slipped from her lips.
He’d never live it down if she were to ever find out, so he made a promise to himself that he would force himself to think about literally anything else any time his mind started to wander. He recognized it was going to be easier said than done, but he had to try something. She wasn’t an option, and it was high time his cock realized that.
Maybe I just need to get laid. Surely that’s the problem.
Thankfully, a pin was put in the argument between his warring heads when one of his coworkers came by and asked him to join a customer call. Work was something he could do, and he’d be better for it in the end.
Jon made sure he was situated and followed his colleague to the conference room. A change of scenery would do him some good and give his office the chance to aerate from the scent of her.
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The week sped by quicker than he needed it to, and while he was thankful that he hadn’t had any run-ins with Daenerys, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of coming back in after work to mingle and drink cheap booze. He’d successfully managed to get out of it last year, but his boss, Tyrion, wasn’t going for it two years in a row.
Dressed in a black suit and white button-up, he lingered on the outskirts of the party. Just because he was required to show up, didn’t mean he was going to be there long. The idea of catching up with his cousin and friends and getting shit-faced drunk had a certain appeal to it. Maybe he could even find a cute stranger for the night. It wasn’t ideal, but he could make it work.
The decorations made him nauseous. There wasn’t anything worse than a company throwing last-minute wrapping paper and bows on office equipment and calling it festive. They had a tree, which was decorated nicely, but everything else seemed like a last-ditch effort to make the place look presentable. One would think an advertising company would have better sense when it came to pulling this off.
Jon quickly downed a glass of champagne before grabbing another. He’d need a light buzz to get through the night, even if he wasn’t staying until the end of the party. A forced interaction outside normal operating hours with his coworkers wasn’t the most ideal way to spend a Friday.
He’d set his gift for Daenerys in her office when he first arrived. He could have just placed it on the designated table with the rest of the gifts, but a part of him couldn’t stop being petty long enough to do it. The reaction he was likely to see when she searched for a present with her name on it, only to come up empty-handed was priceless in his mind. It was definitely worth more than whatever cheap trinket someone who didn’t know or care for him was bound to give him.
He mingled with Sam for a while before Sam had to step away to take a call from his fiancé. If there was someone out there for Samwell Tarly, surely, Jon also stood a chance, not that he was actively looking at the moment.
While Sam was away, Jon took the opportunity to check the gift station for his present. It didn’t mean much to him, but the sooner he got that out of the way, the sooner he could leave. Sure enough, when he went to check, there was a bag with his name printed on a label.
This person has the right idea, he supposed.
Originally, he decided he would grab the bag and make an exit, but curiosity won in the end. He reached into it and pulled out a gag gift, a book with an insult on the cover. He wanted to be upset but all he could do was chuckle at the ingenuity of whoever got this for him. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, although that wasn’t it.
Jon opened the book and only then did irritation creep up; on the bottom of the first page, in bright red ink, was a fucking three-headed dragon. Only one person in the entire building had an affinity for the extinct winged beasts, so he knew exactly who’d done it.
They sparred frequently, but this was taking it to another level. Maybe it bothered him because he went against his gut and put thought into her gift. Or maybe he was just tired of the constant back and forth with her; it wasn’t like they were getting anything out of it in the long run.
He didn’t know which it was, but he found himself walking over to her anyway once he laid eyes on her. She looked stunning, although he didn’t know why it took him by surprise; she always did. Daenerys might have been resurrected from the lowest point of all seven hells, but he could admit to her beauty.
His usual tactics wouldn’t work this time, so he pulled out a new trick to get under her skin; after all the time they’d spent trading barbs, he learned she didn’t like having her time wasted. He knew that she would budge first, but he didn’t realize just how much that plan was going to backfire on him.
Jon didn’t know what possessed him to follow her when she walked off, but he did and was now forced to face the music about the aftermath - he fucked Daenerys Targaryen, in her office, during a company holiday party.
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She was still a Valyrian succubus in his eyes, but she was a good – scratch that – great fuck, which presented him with a multitude of issues. The whole thing happened unexpectedly, but it was supposed to be a one-time thing. A scratch to an itch, not something that he replayed at the most inconvenient times.
“Gods,” he muttered to himself in the sanctity of his office. It’d been a few days since the Christmas party, and he was more frustrated now than ever before. He’d been glad when she kicked him out of her office because it meant nothing between them had to change, but he didn’t know how wrong he was.
Everything changed. Now instead of giving his job his full attention, he was plagued with thoughts of the way she looked splayed across her desk, the sounds she made as he fucked her, the grip she had on his cock as she took it all so easily, and especially the taste of her on his tongue.
It was irritating.
While Jon wouldn’t be quick to admit it, his thoughts of Daenerys before were fleeting, abstract in the grand scheme of things. A way to pass the time. Harmless fantasies about knocking her off her high horse. That wasn’t the case anymore. Nothing about what they’d done was harmless. He’d gotten a taste and unfortunately, his body now craved the one thing he couldn’t give it.
Despite his jest that night, there was an unspoken agreement between them the moment he walked out the door that it wouldn’t (or at least shouldn’t) happen again. The two of them having sex was a one-and-done thing. Plus, her attitude continued to irk him and as far as he could tell, she still couldn’t stand him, although the last couple of days he wasn’t sure she liked anyone.
He hadn’t thought it was possible, but her sunny disposition had gotten more infuriating. Daenerys wasn’t only snapping at him; she’d begun taking her frustrations out on innocents around the office, which, considering she’d gotten her rocks off multiple times during the party, was shocking.
Jon wouldn’t say he cared about her mood on a personal level. It was more of a professional concern since her treatment of everyone else was the one thing he admired about her (before what happened between them). However, since coming back after the weekend, she’d been short and ill-tempered with just about everyone.
Even Missandei seemed to be keeping a distance and the two of them were usually thick as thieves.
He kept telling himself it wasn’t his problem because it wasn’t, but as with everything else when it came to her lately, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was seriously maddening because he wanted to be angry at the intrusive thoughts, not wondering why she was bothered.
Daenerys’ pissy-ness had absolutely nothing to do with him, but it was beginning to create a bit of a hostile work environment, and he could do without the little office idiots whining this close to his holiday break.
When he heard her door slam, he’d finally had enough. She was doing entirely too much; in fact, she was about one snarky comment away from taking on his ‘Grinch’ moniker.
He had a thought about heading to her office but quickly dismissed it. Jon didn’t think he’d be able to hold back the memories of what they’d done in there long enough to get a coherent word out. Even if he did, they’d be liable to end up in a screaming match, which was the last thing he wanted.
He let out a deep breath and pulled up the interoffice messaging system. Here goes nothing, he thought as he typed his message. Her response was instantaneous.
An involuntary chuckle slipped out as he reread her last couple of messages. He had a sneaking suspicion as to why she returned to work crabby, but it wasn’t his place to push her on it. She was a grown woman and was completely capable of asking for what she wanted. He sure as seven hells wasn’t about to offer.
Instead, he minimized their conversation and responded to the customer emails waiting in his inbox. There were enough there to carry him until their lunch break.
He always thought it was strange for their building to shut down for an hour so everyone could take a break at the same time; he’d only ever come across that in a maester’s office, but oddly enough it worked.
While he did go out some days, he found it peaceful, being in the office alone. It gave him time to hear himself think. Although by now there was likely a rumor circulating that he got up to something salacious during his lunch hour. After all, she who shouldn’t be named, had just poked fun at him for it.
Whatever!
The day he gave a damn what the others in the building thought of him would be the day mountains blew in the wind.
Jon had just sent his last response when his office door swung open, revealing the petite tyrant that’d spent the past two days stomping around, having a glorified tantrum.
“I could have sworn it was my name on that door,” he said stalely, looking at the clock. Lunch started ten minutes ago, so the floor was clear of anyone else. At least it should be. Her presence alone was already a disturbance to his normal routine.
He continued before she could come back with a snarky retort. “Why do you insist on repeatedly barging into my office, uninvited?”
A pretentious smile played on her lips, before she spoke, closing the door behind her. “Because you’re so sensitive and you make it too damn easy to get under your skin.
Somewhere in his mind, he registered the faint clicking sound of the door locking, but naturally, he’d been a little preoccupied by the state of the woman in front of him to give it the attention it deserved. He noted that she looked slightly disheveled and as she slowly moved around the room. He finally figured out what was amiss as she started getting closer.
Daenerys Targaryen was always so well put together, not even a strand of her silvery-blonde hair out of place. But here she stood before him with her skirt hiked up just above her knee, giving him a glimpse of the lace adorning the top of her thigh-high stockings. The first few buttons of her shirt were also undone, accentuating her cleavage.
The little peek of black mesh underneath coupled with the sheer imagery of what her in this manner implied, instantly had his cock throbbing, ready to offer its services at a moment’s notice. He would’ve chastised himself for how quickly he got hard, but it wasn’t exactly something he’d managed to exude any control over.
His mind wandered down the filthy little rabbit hole and his body merely followed.
Jon hoped he’d be able to keep his predicament to himself a little longer, while he confirmed exactly what she wanted, but she crossed the room before he had the chance to. His eyes involuntarily roamed her body before settling on her face.
It wasn’t the gentlemanly thing to do, not that he needed to be a gentleman with her, but he doubted she cared, if her expression was anything to go by. She was biting her bottom lip with her gaze fixed on his bulge. What a day to wear grey slacks, he thought as he squirmed at the attention.
His usual suave demeanor made itself scarce at the moment and for a split second, he felt like a green boy presented with his first pair of tits. Thankfully, the way she licked her lips as she stared at him just was enough to kickstart his mind into forming actual words.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re here, Daenerys? Or are you determined to spend the entirety of the lunch hour staring at me?”
Jon commended himself on how evenly the words came out because the moment she closed the door he was wound as taut as a bowstring. He hated that she drew that reaction out of him, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. His cock clearly wanted to be buried in her tight, wet cunt and apparently, the fact that it belonged to his nemesis didn’t matter.
“I never pegged you as a simpleton. Surely you can pick up context clues,” she replied, breathlessly.
Daenerys had a point. By now they both knew why she was there, there was really only one reason for it, but he wanted the satisfaction of her admitting it.
“I could… if we were children, but since we’re both adults, using your words would probably get you what you want a lot quicker than waiting for me to figure it out.” She took a deep breath and his gaze slipped back to her tits before returning to her face. “I mean… I had plans that you’ve kind of thrown a wrench in with this little display.”
Liar.
She quickly closed the distance between them and bent down in front of him, placing her hands on each of the armrests on his desk chair. It gave him a spectacular view down her partially unbuttoned shirt, and he had to fight back a groan at the sight.
That was one of the only negatives about their previous encounter; there wasn’t enough light to fully appreciate her nakedness. If he wasn’t already hard, that thought alone would have certainly done the trick, but before he could get lost in his fantasies, he heard her chuckle.
“Cut the bullshit, Snow. We both know you had nothing else going on, but if you’d rather be alone to deal with things yourself… I’ll leave you to your afternoon wanking,” she baited.
His plans had nothing to do with what she was suggesting, but since the offer was out there, he’d be a fool to pass it up. She started pulling back and he grabbed her gently by the neck, holding her in place. A whispered “bitch” slipped out before he crashed his lips onto hers.
He generally didn’t like using the term to describe women, unless they truly deserved it, but this time there wasn’t malicious intent behind the word. It just happened to be the only thing his brain could form in time but her responding moan as she tried to take control of the kiss made him think she wasn’t the least bit offended.
The kiss was hurried and aggressive, similar to their first one, but more hostile this time around if that were possible. It was nice, not having to worry about being gentle with someone. Although, if he were to wager a guess, he’d say she was using him to work through whatever it was that had her all wound up.
As her fingers brushed against his bare abdomen trying to undo his belt buckle, he found he didn’t mind being used in this manner. His hands blindly skimmed her thighs to grab the hem of her skirt. He would have taken advantage of the zipper trailing the length of the back but seeing as both of them seemed reluctant to break the kiss, he had to make do with what he could reach.
He’d managed to ruck the garment up enough to feel her delicate, exposed flesh and his body jolted with anticipation, especially when he heard her muffled moan. The idea of her legs wrapped around his head was considered, but given the current circumstances and limited time, it just wasn’t feasible.
Any rational backup plan he might have formulated was promptly put on hold when she slipped her hand inside his pants and stroked him. The second she came in contact with his cock, he was thanking the gods that their eyes were already closed. Had they not been, his most certainly would have rolled back and she would have never let him hear the end of it.
He had to applaud her multitasking abilities because she was far more successful at releasing him from his constraints than he’d been at freeing her. Somehow, she’d managed to work his pants partway down his legs, and he took a brief moment to revel in the sensation of her hand wrapped around him before he continued his mission of hiking her skirt up.
Jon was making some progress before she swatted his hand away. It was then that she broke away and he had half a mind to say something; however, she spoke first.
“No,” she said as if she were admonishing a child.
He probably would have had a retort if he hadn’t been sidetracked by what she was doing.
Daenerys lowered herself to the floor, using his chair for leverage, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She took him in hand once more and stared at his cock for longer than he was expecting. He knew he was well endowed, but he was starting to feel a little self-conscious at the scrutiny. She didn’t make a move for what felt like forever, nor did she speak, but a small whimper slipped out.
If he hadn’t been focused on what she was doing (or rather not doing), he might have missed it altogether. The sound was nearly silent, and he wondered if she realized that she’d even done it.
He twitched in her palm at the thought and that seemed to pull her out of whatever trance she was in because she began stroking him again. The movements were slow at first and gradually picked up as she continued.
Maintaining some semblance of composure was probably the hardest thing he’d done in his life so far. She worked him with a skill he hadn’t been expecting; he’d be ready to fire off a critique or two just to get under her skin, but he found no fault in her technique.
When she finally took him into her mouth, he muttered a string of curses that would have made even the worst offenders at The Wall blush. Her responding giggle vibrated around his cock, adding to the pleasure he was already feeling.
Of course, he’d fantasized about this moment – more times than he cared to confess – but the reality was something else entirely.
Whenever he thought of her lips wrapped around him, it usually was as a means to shut her up, a punishment of sorts. A thousand years could have passed, and he never would have expected it to be a reality, let alone one she initiated and seemed to be taking pleasure in.
Against every warning in his mind, he chanced a look down at her; her free hand appeared to be tucked safely between her thighs. From this angle, he was sure she was touching herself.
The image alone was arousing, but coupled with what she was doing, it was nearly unbearable. It was embarrassing how quickly he reached the edge; he wanted to blame it on his previous bout of self-imposed celibacy, but the reality was, Daenerys was just that good.
She approached sucking him off with the same ferocity she approached everything else, and it made him hate her more because she was currently making his usually noteworthy stamina her little bitch. His balls tightened and he tried to stave off his impending orgasm. Woe to admit, he needed to be buried in her cunt at least once more, and finishing in her mouth knocked the chances of that happening to practically zero.
“Daenerys,” he warned as her tongue circled the tip.
Her eyes shot up to meet his and she held his gaze for a second before releasing him from her mouth. He instantly missed the feel of her around him, but at least he was able to breathe.
She remained on her knees, looking at him, and before he could move to lift her to her feet, she bobbed back down, taking as much of his cock as she could fit. The strangled groan he let out when he hit the back of her throat bounced around an otherwise quiet room, and he had to fight the urge to bury his hands in her hair.
Daenerys managed to push his pants down to his ankles as she sucked him like her life depended on it. She placed one hand on his thigh to steady herself and brought the hand that’d previously been under her skirt up to cup his stones. He felt the arousal that coated her fingers and less than a minute later, he was shooting hot spurts of his release down her waiting throat.
She took every drop like the overachiever he knew her to be, and he couldn’t do anything but slump against his chair when she finally let him go. He needed a moment to gather his wits; he’d been right about her having a mouth on her.
For a moment, she looked up at him from the floor, apparently pleased with herself for unraveling him. And despite the fantastic blowjob she’d just given him, her self-satisfaction irked him a little bit.
“There’s no reason you should look that damn smug,” he said tersely as she stood up.
Antagonizing her probably wasn’t necessary, but it felt natural given the nature of their relationship. Though truthfully, it was likely the reaction she was expecting because she just laughed at him.
“I beg to differ, but there’s no sense arguing with you about it. I know where my talents lie,” she replied with a wink. “You don’t have to admit it. My ego isn’t that fragile, and your dick spoke more truth than you ever would, so I’m good, Mr. Snow.”
Gods, she was insufferable.
Jon wanted to say something but, he would have sworn she got off on arguing with him, and he couldn’t give her that. After everything, he wouldn’t give her another reason to get conceited, at least no more than she already was.
He gave her a pointed look and she smirked in response as she began undoing the remaining buttons on her shirt. She was truly trying to torture him, that was the only explanation as to why she would be doing any of this.
“Daenerys,” Jon repeated, with what he hoped was a little more conviction.
“Surely, you’re not saying you’re done. You walk around trying to perpetuate big dick energy and then come to find out, you only have one good nut in you?” She was goading him, that much he knew but he was determined to hold onto his conviction; however, his hopes were dashed when she popped the final button, revealing herself.
While she wore a bra, the entire cup was mesh and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The image of her tits would be forever etched in his brain and by the Seven, her nipples were pierced. He didn’t know how he missed that on Friday when she played with one of them, but he had.
Jon bit the inside of his cheek, trying to remain unaffected, but he was acutely aware that his cock was still hanging out the longer he looked at her. It clearly had a mind of its own which was something she didn’t miss.
“Would you look at that?” she teased, moving closer to him. “Looks like there’s still a little life left in him after all.”
She pushed her breasts together and he cleared his throat, trying to focus on something other than yanking her bra down and wrapping his tongue around one of her dusky rose nipples. He should have known any attempt to seize control would backfire.
From the moment she walked into his office, he was at her mercy, and she knew it.
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Before he could fully grasp what was happening, Daenerys grabbed his wrist and placed his hand under her scrunched-up skirt. Feeling her arousal fueled his own and he was hard again, immediately. She gave a low hum of approval and he fought back a moan of his own at the discovery he’d just made.
Jon looked up at her, eyebrow quirked. “You really are a little temptress, aren’t you? Who shows up to work wearing crotchless underwear?”
“Are you seriously complaining about it?” she responded breathlessly, while he continued to gather her wetness.
Absolutely not, he thought but he wasn’t ready to let her in on the secret yet. Instead, he pulled his hand from her grip, and she huffed. It was probably the first thing that hadn’t gone exactly her way since she barged in, and he would be remiss if he didn’t take pleasure in foiling her plan.
He brought his fingers up to his lips while she watched him expectantly. The smell of her was intoxicating and while he wanted to turn the tables on her, to drag it out, he found that he couldn’t, at least not the way he wanted. He pulled the digits into his mouth, licking them clean as she looked on.
Her eyes were glassy, and her violet irises were completely gone. Pure desire overtook her features. They might have disliked each other every other moment of the day, but there was no denying their sexual attraction to one another.
“Go stand in front of the couch,” Jon instructed, and he could see confliction in her features. “And lose the shirt.”
Daenerys didn’t like being told what to do. He knew that much from their numerous interactions, but she acquiesced, nonetheless, and a jolt ran down his spine at the power he held. It was brief but enough to form a lasting memory, he got the Dragon Queen to submit.
She watched him from where she stood and the excitement of fucking her hard was nearly too much, but he could tell she was getting antsy and he could never pass up the opportunity to get under her skin, even when he was moments away from being buried balls deep inside of her.
“You know… watching me is only going to make me move slower. Turn around please.” She sucked in a breath and rolled her eyes before she inevitably did what he asked.
He had to fight the instinct to laugh as he pulled out a condom and worked it down his length. He made his way over to stand behind her, which would have been an easier task had he stepped out of his pants, but that required more work than he was willing to put in at the moment.
His primary focus was fucking the silver-haired minx on display in front of him. He took a minute to admire the view before he stepped up towards her, placing his hands on her waist. They didn’t stay there for long as he was anxious to feel her pert tits in his palm.
He skillfully unhooked her pitiful excuse for a bra with one hand while the other immediately went to play with her nipple. She pressed against him and moaned when he gave it a careful tug. The sound shot straight to his groin and nearly all his plans to prolong this went out the window.
“Jon,” she pleaded.
Never in his life had he heard anything that sounded as sweet to his ears as his name slipping from her lips, laced thick with desire. It almost made him forget how unbearable she usually was. Still, it was enough to get him moving. They were on a time limit after all.
“Make sure you do a better job at keeping quiet this time,” he snarled in her ear. “There’s no telling who is still lurking around. It wouldn’t be appropriate for someone to hear the Daenerys Targaryen getting fucked in the middle of the workday like a wanton slut, now, would it?”
“Fuck you!” she snapped back.
Jon planted a kiss behind her ear and unzipped her skirt before he bent her forward, so her hands were planted on the couch cushions. “Then again -” he groaned, once again admiring the view, “- maybe that’s exactly what you want.”
She wiggled her ass, and he knew he struck a nerve. She didn’t mind being overheard by their coworkers. In fact, it probably turned her on, the thought of being caught, and when he thought about it, it seemed to track.
After all, she hadn’t said a thing about the fact that he fucked her the other day with her blinds wide open. Anybody could have caught them, and he filed that away for future him to work through. Presently, it had no bearing on what was happening, beyond serving as arousal, and from what he felt, she was more than ready for him.
Jon gripped her hip and teased her entrance with the head of his cock, and he could hear her heavy breathing. He pushed the tip in, watching how her cunt made room for him before he pulled it out and tapped it against her clit.
Daenerys sucked in a breath, and he couldn’t help but do it again. “You fucking bastard. Don’t be a godsdamn tease!” she spat.
She was in no position to give demands, bent over his office sofa, asking to be split open, but he relented regardless. When he slid into her again, he pushed forward until she’d taken him fully. Despite how stimulated she was, it was still a snug fit and he had to take a second to make sure he wouldn’t spill his load on the first pump.
He was confident in his skills, but sex with her really had him working hard to live up to them.
When he was sure he had a handle on himself, he pulled almost completely out of her before slamming back in her with such force that she cried out, loudly. No matter how much he wanted to keep what they were doing secret, he couldn’t help but be proud that he was the reason she was unable to keep quiet.
He repeated the motion and her responding whimper made his cock twitch. The noises Daenerys made as he worked to unravel her were unmatched. If given the choice between listening to her talk and this, he’d choose the latter every time and he set his pace accordingly to have the melodic song slip past her plump lips.
“Oh gods,” she muttered after a particularly hard thrust.
Jon stilled his hips and tugged slightly on her hair. It wasn’t enough to hurt her, but enough to get her to look up over her shoulder at him. She made a sound of protest and rolled her hips against him. The move dragged him deeper into her cunt, however, he wasn’t to be deterred.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, sounding defeated.
He knew she would hate how desperate she sounded, but it made the situation a million times better for him, especially given what he was going to say next.
“If you’re going to call on anyone right now, it better be me.” He rocked into her once and stopped again. “None of the gods, the old or the new, are the reason you are practically dripping on my carpet. If anything is going to slip out of that pretty little mouth of yours besides ‘yes’, ‘fuck’, or any other sex-appropriate phrase, it better be my name. Got it?”
She made an undignified noise and muttered something under her breath, likely insulting him as she tended to do, but he remained unmoving. Her walls tightened around him, and he had to rattle off a list of the most mundane things he could think of to keep from thrusting into her. The seconds ticked by, and he was extremely close to giving in.
“Fuuuck! Fine!” she howled in a huff. “If you don’t move this instance, I will kill you.”
Her indignation was hilarious, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. His laughter, however, quickly died and was replaced with a choked groan when her cunt clenched, gripping him tighter. He would have thought it was simply a reflex until she did it again and his resolve came crumbling down like a fine powder.
He would find a way to make her pay for that, but at the present moment, he couldn’t be bothered to retaliate. As he resumed his pace, all thoughts beyond having her come all over his cock escaped him.
Jon kicked her legs further apart and placed a hand in the middle of her back, pressing her down into the couch cushions. If it were anyone else, he’d be worried that the position was uncomfortable – she was nearly bent in half – but showing that level of concern would indicate he had more feelings for her than his usual level of disdain.
When she was settled how he wanted her, he gripped her hips, tightly, and rutted into her. This new position had her walls clamped down on him and even the condom couldn’t dull how godsdamn fantastic it felt. He was close but his pride couldn’t take the hit of her not coming first, so he adjusted his angle by bending his knees.
The moment he pushed back into her; she released a sob that was swallowed up by the cushions. His legs would hate him for it later but fucking her like this did exactly what he needed it to. A few minutes later and her tight little pussy was spasming around his cock.
“Oh, Jon,” she muttered, repeatedly as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, to which he followed shortly behind.
He was reluctant to leave her warmth, but he pulled out and watched as she slumped forward against the back of the sofa. It couldn’t have been comfortable to have her head pressed against the wall, but he couldn’t complain about the sight splayed before him.
Here she was, the office “queen,” slouched over his chair, absolutely wrecked in crotchless panties, a garter, and thigh-high stockings with her magnificent ass and cunt on display for him. If she were up for it, he could be persuaded to make this a regular occurrence, an ‘enemies with benefits’ type of arrangement.
The mere idea of it had his dick excited. Daenerys may be horrid, but at least he could get some mind-blowing sex out of her.
Jon watched her working to catch her breath for a moment before he moved to right himself. He threw the condom in the bin by the door and pulled his pants up, so he could move around more easily without the fear of tripping. It would have made the most sense to step out of his slacks altogether before giving in to his baser instincts, but what was he to do about it now?
He wiped himself off with some tissues from his desk and placed the box on the couch next to her. If this were to become a regular thing, perhaps he should invest in some wipes; they made cleanup a whole lot easier.
Once he was situated, he checked the time on his computer. He’d never had lunch pass so quickly.
“As you so kindly pointed out earlier,” he started, and she threw him a death glare, probably sensing where the conversation was going. Nevertheless, he continued, “some of us do have a job to do and as beautiful as your pussy is, despite the rest of you, it’s getting in the way of some pretty important work.”