Chapter 147: Finally happening

How was he supposed to take someone in that state and turn her sexual enough to fulfill a desk fantasy in half a minute?

Tom wondered quickly but then he looked up and saw the wide desk... His lips parted slightly.

That single detail changed the possibility of the mission. Her desk in her hospital, with that, the fantasy the System once exposed no longer felt abstract. It felt available. And that reassured Tom that if he put in the effort, he could achieve the mission.

He decided that he could try first and whatever the outcome might be...

He accepted the mission immediately and the timer began counting;

00:00:29

00:00:28

At that moment, Josie had already drawn breath to ask why he followed her into the office, but Tom’s mind moved faster than her question. He still remembered the one thing that had stopped them earlier.

’Condom.’

He asked the System inwardly whether one could be arranged into his pocket.

[Possible. Payment in System Points.] The system replied immediately.

"Take whatever is necessary." Tom said inwardly.

Tom didn’t care how much the system deducted from his accumulated system point, he just realized that a moment later he felt the unmistakable shape of something settle into his back pocket. He blinked in relief, satisfied now that there wouldn’t be a repeat of the earlier failure.

He walked toward her. Fixing his gaze on her, he opened his mouth to answer her question that had been left unattended to for a while;

"I followed you because I believed you needed company," Tom said in a low voice that was stripped of soft pity. "You need someone who could elevate your mood."

Josie inhaled deeply and shook her head, already preparing a refusal. But before she could form it, Tom continued.

"...And I happen to know how to put you in a better mood."

"I know what can help." He added, blinked with more gentleness then his hand went to her waist.

The reaction from that simple act came from both sides at once. For Tom, the contact dragged back the memory of how hot things had been at her office at Goldy earlier - her skirt pushed up, her panties torn and her body open on the edge of the desk... That memory made Tom’s cock began hardening almost immediately.

For Josie on the other hand, the touch landed on a body that had been starved too long and scraped raw by her father’s betrayal. Her breathing quickened despite herself.

The bracelet confirmed it.

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[BRACELET LINK — JOSIE HALE]

Arousal: Rising

Body Response: Wetness returning

Resistance: Weakening

Note: Emotional exposure is accelerating response

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Knowing she was already getting aroused under his hand only made Tom harder. He reached into his back pocket and brought out what the System had given him.

"I got what you asked for earlier," he muttered, his gaze still fixed on hers.

Josie’s eyes widened as she saw what he was holding on it... Then Tom looked down and understood why.

It was not one condom. It was a long connected strip, enough to look almost absurd in the quiet office, as if the System had decided restraint itself was offensive.

His mouth opened slightly.

[Host do not need to mention] the System said smugly as if it had done him an impeccable favour.

Tom pressed his lips together and answered inwardly, dry and sharp.

’Of course you would go overboard.’

He grunted, believing that now he would need to explain to this ever composed CEO why he had a long strip of condom...

Before he could recover enough to explain the ridiculous strip in his hand, Josie grabbed him.

There was no careful decision in the movement or anything like elegant testing, she seized him by the front of his clothes and kissed him hard, her mouth crashing into his with the force of someone trying to erase the day through contact alone.

In her head, the logic was ugly and simple;

Her father had looked at the hospital she built and seen only a political tool. The man who should have protected that first company had tried to sell its integrity for advantage. Anger still sat burning under her ribs, and beneath the anger was the older hunger Richard had cultivated with months of deliberate neglect. And Tom was here, Already proven dangerous to her restraint. She concluded that If she let the afternoon remain only grief and betrayal, she would drown in it. But If she took this instead, she could at least feel something that belonged to her body and made her relax.

So she was going to find solace in the sex that this man before her was offering.

So she kissed him like the alternative was unbearable. Because indeed, it was.

Tom kissed her back at once.

The heat between them snappe immediately. He lifted her onto the desk in one firm motion, the papers and careful order of the table getting pushed asked to give way beneath her as her body settled onto the surface. Josie gasped against his mouth when the desk took her weight, her legs parted around him from urgency more than invitation.

Tom rolled her skirt up roughly, unzipped his own trouser after, then tore one condom free from the excessive strip, and rolled it on with hands that no longer had patience for taking it slow.

He did not drag the moment out. He entered her in one deep thrust.

And then...

Josie came almost immediately. The climax tore through her with humiliating speed, a hard full-body seizure of pleasure built from months of neglect, from the unfinished almost-sex earlier, from the emotional collapse of the afternoon, and from the sudden thick stretch of him inside her.

She clung to his shoulders and broke around the first stroke as if her body had been waiting for any honest penetration at all. A shocked sound left her throat. Her thighs trembled and her cunt clenched and fluttered around him while the first orgasm spent itself too fast for pride to interfere.

Tom did not move yet. He stayed buried in her and let her finish, keeping his jaw tight with restraint, as he was feeling every helpless pulse of her climax around him. Only when the worst of the trembling eased and her breath began returning in broken pulls did he start to move.

The rhythm was slow because of the angle, but it was not gentle in meaning. Each stroke dragged through the oversensitivity she had just been thrown into, forcing fresh sound from her mouth as her body tried to decide whether it was recovering or being taken under again. Josie’s hands fisted in his clothes. Her head tipped back. Soft moans slipped out of her despite the hospital office around them, despite the day, despite every reason she still had to remain composed.

On her own desk, during work hours...

The fantasy was no longer a private shame buried under principle.

"It is happening..." Josie smiled in happiness inwardly at the realization. Because she had never thought that fantasy would happen in this lifetime, given the kind of man she got married to.