“Ahh, Detective Fulbright!” Olive said with a clap of her hands as she stepped back into her office with Bobby Fulbright trailing behind.  The clack of her heels against the oak flooring was the only sound around them.  All of the other prosecutors were gone for the day at this point.  She was also on her way out when he stopped her at the door.  “I’ll admit, I wasn't expecting you this evening.”

“I apologize for showing up unannounced, but there's something I need to discuss with you.”  Once he passed the threshold, he pressed the door shut.  He paused with his back against the frame, taking in the sight of her as she tossed her coat and bag atop one of the pleated leather chairs, then sauntered back to her desk.  Swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, he continued, “Ah… alone.”  

“Of course.  I can always make time for my favorite detective.”  His chest swelled at her words, even more so when she smiled at him while propping herself up the edge of her desk.  One shapely leg folded over the other and her dainty, well-manicured hands held her knee. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?  Last minute evidence?”

“Ha-ha!  Afraid not, Miss DC.  It's more of a… uh, personal matter.” 

He took his sunglasses off and put them in his holster before approaching the desk with measured steps.  For the first time since the two had been working together, she had the chance to look into directly his warm amber eyes.  After gazing at her a moment, he averted them.

Olive’s smile faltered.  He was an odd fellow, but he was acting especially peculiar today.  He didn't seem like his usual jovial self.  Whatever bothering him must have been serious.

“Is… something wrong, Fulbright?” she asked.  She reached out and brushed a hand against his elbow.  Even that ghost of a touch was enough to send a jolt of need through the rest of his being.  Without a word, he turned back to her, leaned in, and met her lips with his.  She was caught off guard, but as he wrapped his arms around her, she melted off the desk and against him to kiss him back in earnest.  He barely pulled himself away from her lips to look at her with heavy lidded eyes, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I want you, Olive,” he breathed as he hovered above her lips.  “I’ve always wanted you…”

Olive was so stunned she couldn’t react.  Never before had this side of her colleague presented itself.  Bobby Fulbright was an attractive man— an incredibly attractive man, but he always seemed so caught up in pursuing justice that she never considered him as a love interest. 

Her face was red as she turned away from him, suddenly flustered at the sight by the typically bumbling detective.  Her trembling hands attempted to smooth down her blazer, anything to regain her typical composure.

“B-Bobert… I…”  she stammered.  What had he done?  Her mind was like a steel trap and here it was, reduced to nothing but mush by… him.  She screwed her eyes shut, cursing the flutter in her chest and loins at the thought of the main behind her.  “We… I-I don't think we're allowed to do this!”

A soft laugh erupted behind her.  Strong arms coiled around her waist.

“I didn’t realize you were so by the books,” he breathed, lightly grazing his lips along her neck.  “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when you lose your cool?”

Olive clutched the corner of her desk as her knees threatened to buckle.  She managed to swallow the moan attempting to escape her throat as Bobby left small kisses on her neck, but a damning dampness spread between her thighs.

“Something tells me that you also want me, Miss Dixon-Cox,” Bobby whispered into her ear.  A single leather-clad finger traced down the curve of her waist and lower, stopping only at the hem of her skirt.  “Shall I present the evidence, or will you plead guilty?”

“G-Guilty!” she choked out.  The sultry laughter that followed her admission made her head swim.

“Good girl.”

His gloved hands began to explore her body, starting at her thighs then slowly making their way back up to land at her generous breasts.  He held her closer to him as he groped her chest, rubbing and squeezing her large tits.  She could feel his cock harden against her as he fondled them.  Her blouse barely covered them to begin with, and in no time, he had exposed them to the cool office air.  The sensation of warm leather rubbing her hard nipples left her moaning and grinding her ass into his erection.

“C-C'mon,” she sighed.  “Fill me already, Fulbright…”

Bobby bent her over the desk and wedged a knee between her thighs.  One of his hands teased her stiffened clit through her soaked panties.  She could feel him smirking behind her.

“Bobby, please… I… I need you… inside me…” Olive begged.  This only earned her sensitive nub a harsh pinch that almost undid her completely.  She whined aloud, pounding a fist against her desktop.  It was time to pull rank.  “That’s an order, Fulbright!  Teasing a lady like this isn't just!”

He laughed to himself as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  She tried to take a look over her shoulder to sneak a glimpse of what he was working with, but he had her pinned back against the desk in the blink of an eye.  The second both hands were on her waist, the slick head of his cock began to slip into her eager pussy.

Olive gasped at the intrusion.  She didn't expect him to be that… equipped.  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth to prevent any more unsavory outbursts.  She braced herself by clawing at her desk while he inched deeper than any partner had ever reached before.  Finally, he got his entire length inside her.  The world stood still as he let her adjust to the size, granting her a brief moment of clarity before it was pulled out and rammed it back inside… Or perhaps it was enough to drive her completely delirious.  She began to laugh, so hard that mascara streamed down her cheeks.

“Bobby!” she exclaimed.  “Say it…”

Her sudden demand was enough to stall him.  He craned his neck.

“Say what?”

“Say it,” she repeated through gritted teeth.  The way she clenched around him to emphasis her point sent all the blood from his brain straight below, but not before it clicked.

“Ah, right.  Of course, Miss DC,” he said, bringing his lips right to the shell of her ear.  “In justice we thrust!”