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You fall through the door into the storage room, fingers gripping the lapels of Miguel’s lab coat, his lips fused to yours. His hands are on your hips, guiding you back, back, back until you run into a metal shelving unit and stop, the edges digging into your shoulders.
Your grunt of discomfort is smothered by his lips as he presses himself against you, his hard, lean body flush with yours. He devours your mouth, kissing you so hard his glasses are askew, the frames digging into your cheek. Without breaking the kiss, he bends slightly, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He turns with you in his arms, pushing you against the back of the door and plunging the small space into semi-darkness.
You hum, digging your fingers into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, making him hiss. He pushes his clothed cock against your core, grinding lazily as he licks into your mouth, his tongue hot and wet. You moan softly at the friction, canting your hips, breaking the kiss with a gasp when he catches your clit.
His face hovers before yours, his warm breath puffing against your cheek.
“Good?” he pants, licking his lips as he continues rutting against you.
“Better than good," you breathe, smiling as you pull his mouth back to yours.
Miguel chuckles against your lips, kissing you a little softer this time. He keeps grinding against you, rolling his hips into yours, taking you higher and higher. You gasp, lips parting from his again as he mouths over your cheek toward your ear. You hold onto him, the warmth pooling in your belly as a delicious heat coils there.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back against the door with a dull thud.
He growls, pushing his face into your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin, the movement of his hips never ceasing as he chases both his own release and yours. You’re close already, so close, can feel that the levee inside you is about to burst, the pressure building and building until finally–
You come with a gasp, your cunt spasming around nothing as you shake slightly in his arms, the waves of pleasure rippling through you. Miguel follows a moment later, hips stuttering to a halt, his groan muffled by your shirt. You hold each other as you come down, your fingers combing through his hair, his thumbs brushing soothingly against your thighs through the fabric of your pants. The tension in his shoulders eases as his breathing returns to normal, his grip on you loosening.
Voices in the hall just outside the door make you both freeze, reminding you that you’re not alone. You pull your lip between your teeth, holding your breath as the people in the hall move away. Miguel sighs in relief as their voices dissipate, sagging against the door, still holding you in his arms. He buries his laugh in your neck, his body shaking slightly as he tries to limit the amount of noise he’s making. His reaction makes you snort, your hand clapping over your mouth and nose to stifle the sound.
“We really need to stop doing this at work,” he whispers, an amused smile on his lips when he pulls back enough to see your face.
You bite your lip, reach out to smooth your hands over the lapels of his coat. “I can't help it, seeing you like this just…does something to me.”
With a smirk, he leans in, nuzzling you with his nose as his fingers curl into the fabric of your lab coat.
“I know exactly what you mean, cariño.”