One of his hands is tucked between her legs, fingers roughly pinching her clit, while the other rests firmly in the small of her back, holding her steady.

The water in Gail's bowl sloshes in tandem with his thrusts and bent forward over her desk, her skirt hitched up around her waist, she can't help but worry about her fish.

When the speed of his rocking increases and heavy breathing segues into shallow hard grunts, she knows he's close to completion; she pushes her ass backwards to meet his thrusts and he comes with a deep animalistic groan, his cock twitching inside.

He collapses against her back but his fingers continue to scrape over her clit. The combined shuddering of their bodies is too much for the fish bowl and she watches in horror as water splashes over the side.

"Gail!" she shrieks fearfully, stretching her arms out to grab the bowl before it topples off the desk; her fingers close around the glass as an orgasm ripples through her body and, with a sigh of relief, she holds the bowl tightly between her palms.

When he pulls his cock out and pushes her skirt back down over her ass, she feels confident enough to release her death grip on the bowl and turns to face him with an embarrassed smile.

"Should I be insulted that, in the middle of an orgasm, you scream the name of your fish?" he asks.

"Would you prefer a rousing chorus of 'Hail to the Chief'?"

"Leo used to sing that."

"Leo?"

"His desk was easier to use though. Maybe you want to get a lower one?"

"Leo?" she repeats with a smile.

"I'm the extra bonus for the person holding your job. Leave Gail's bowl elsewhere and I'll see you same time tomorrow."