The 5 Minute Romance

Garv Whalen could not spend three hours straight at work without being sexually active.

It was the truth; it was not that he was a sex maniac or one of those shady men who eyed women when they walked past. He simply needed sex like women needed Vogue.

Anna caught his eye the minute he saw her face. She had a slender figure, with the classic combination of green eyes and dark hair. God, he wanted her, and he wanted her now.

He approached her. "Hey."
She glanced up from her paperwork, surprise etched onto her face. "Do I know you?"
"You do now."
She laughed.
He grimaced. It wasn't one of his better pick up lines.
Evidently she didn't think so either. "Look, I'd love to chat, but maybe some other time? Tyrant Tyra's having a full department meeting in five minutes." Then, suddenly, she clapped her hand over her mouth.
Garv grinned. "It's all right. I'd be worried if you didn't call her that."
She withdrew her hand and smiled at him.
"Hey, can you come to the store cupboard with me for a sec?"
"Why?" Her eyebrows creased in confusion.
"It's important. Please?"
Hesitantly she drew her eyes away from her mountain of files. "Uh...okay."

They walked quietly. She exuded unwillingness. What had he been thinking? She was probably going to call security ot something if he even attempted to ask her. Still, some unknown force kept him moving.

They entered the tiny, dimly-lit store cupboard, and he shut the door before turning round to face her. Suddenly the garbled sentence tumbled out. "GannIfirstoo?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Can I fuck you?" he asked more slowly, then cringed. My God, was that really how creepy that sounded? It had sounded okay in his head...
She stared at him for a moment or two, then nodded slowly.
"Are you serious?"
She nodded again.
He moved in. The kiss was tentative as each discovered what the other had to offer. Then her taste overwhelmed him and he increased the pace. They barely made it to the floor.
He felt the many gentle curves to her soft, feminine body. They were truly each others'. It was amazing, he thought, how some people waited until marriage, some did not, and some never experienced this beautiful art in the entire course of their lives.

He unbuttoned her shirt and cast it aside.
He did not stop to look at what she was wearing underneath, but later he vaguely recalled that it was black and lacy. His fingers fumbled on her back for an eternity. "Where the fuck-"
"Mmmmmm?" she seemed to have been enjoying the scratching motions on her back."
"How does this thing-"
"Oh. Right. It's front fastening."
"I hate those."
"Suck it up."
He unfastened it. He didn't remember what her breasts looked like, but they felt whole and round and jiggled around a lot. Later, reflecting on the whole experience, he thought a lot about how women put up with those but, then again, he could not imagine sex without the boobs.

His fingers explored her body, his teeth on her ear. Sometime around when his tounge found her navel, he found himself being undressed. Soon he slid her pants off.
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Do you have something?"
He groaned. "Are you serious?" he asked again.
"Yeah! Now do you have something, or not?"
"S'pose." He rummaged in his briefcase briefly, then extracted a condom.
They continued.

His ears picked up on the tapping.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"The tapping."
"That's not me."
"What?"
"Fuck, it's not me."
"Get dressed!"

There was a flurry as they flung their clothes onto themselves.
"That's mine!"
"No, it's mine!"
"It's mine, I say!"
"So you wear a bra?"
"Of course not!"
"That's why I said- it's mine!"
"Oh. Right."
"Idiot."
"Hey!"

They eventually finished and he unlocked the door.
It was Tyrant Tyra. "Mr Whalen? What are you doing in there? And, my goodness, Miss Jones!"
"We were-"
"We were just-"
"Oh, um-"
"No, we-"

Tyra eyed them beadily. "Mr Whalen, please follow me."
He inwardly groaned and followed her to her office. She shut the door.
"Mr Whalen, this is a serious breach of office policies-"
"I'm sorry." He wasn't. Oh, her smell-
She lowered her voice. "-but I'll let you off, just this once."
"Really?"
"Yes. But you'll come to my house tonight."