They thought the office was empty.
It was late, everyone had gone home, and Adrian needed Kieran immediately. They'd barely made it inside before Adrian was pulling Kieran's pants down.
"Someone could—" Kieran started.
"Don't care. Need you."
Adrian bent over the desk, presenting himself. Kieran wasted no time, preparing him quickly before entering with one smooth thrust.
"Fuck yes," Adrian groaned.
They were too caught up in each other to hear the door open. Didn't notice they had an audience until Wei cleared her throat loudly.
"SERIOUSLY?" she shouted.
They froze, Kieran still buried inside Adrian, both their faces flaming.
"Wei—" Adrian started.
"On the desk? The COMMUNAL desk where people work? You two are disgusting!" But she was laughing as she left. "Finish up and clean that desk! With bleach!"
The door slammed, and they looked at each other.
"We should stop," Kieran said.
"We should," Adrian agreed.
Neither of them moved.
"Fuck it. We're already caught." Kieran resumed moving, and Adrian stopped caring about anything except the pleasure building between them.
They finished quickly, both coming hard. Afterward, they did indeed clean the desk thoroughly, with bleach.
"We're never living this down," Adrian said.
"Probably not."
True to prediction, Wei told everyone. For weeks, vampires smirked at them, werewolves made jokes, and someone left a bottle of cleaner on Adrian's desk with a note: "For next time."
"I hate you for not locking the door," Adrian told Kieran.
"You were the one who said you didn't care if someone saw."
"I didn't think someone actually would!"
But despite the embarrassment, the memory made Adrian smile. Their relationship was passionate, sometimes reckless, always intense. And he wouldn't change it for anything.