by Harlow Layne
“I’ll try my best. I was thinking those exact thoughts until your legs crossed.” I clear my throat hoping it will clear the image of her sexy as fuck legs with those heels on.
She bites her bottom lip and then blushes with a shy smile. “I’ll make sure to remember that for future meetings.”
Back to work.
I start to step away when she calls me back to her.
“Lean down here.” Running her fingers through my hair, I close my eyes at her touch and fight desperately not to lean into her. “That’s the best I can do. I didn’t mean to mess up your hair.”
“That’s alright. I thoroughly enjoyed you messing it up. I’ll walk out running my fingers through it. Everyone thinks you were in here bitching me out for spacing during the meeting, so I have a legit reason for having messy hair.”
She looks thoughtful for a minute before biting her bottom lip. “Why don’t you text me tonight when you get done with work? I have to leave early today for an appointment.”
“I don’t have your number.”
“Oh, right.” She looks shocked by the knowledge. “Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in.”
I watch as she lithely types on my phone with a mischievous grin. I want to wipe that grin off her face by shoving my cock in her mouth and watching her pretty pink lips suck me off.
An alarm goes off on her phone and for one moment I think that she’s texted herself with my phone until it continues its incessant noise and a scowl forms on her face.
Standing, Sadie hands me back my phone and gathers a few files along with her purse while clearly flustered.
“Do I need to go down on you again?” I tuck my phone back in my pocket and pick up my notebook and pen.
“What?” she asks looking up at me with her cute little nose scrunched up. “No, but thank you. I… I really must go now. I’ll talk to you later tonight.”
She sweeps past me and to the door where she stands holding it open clearly waiting on me to leave her office. As I push past her, I speak so only she can hear. “Tonight.”
From my cubicle, I watch her step onto the elevator and then lock eyes with me before the doors close, breaking the spell that she has on me.
Only it’s not broken. I can still smell her on my fingers and taste her on my lips as if she was right in front of me. Under me.
Once again, I have to readjust myself and make sure no one is looking. If anyone saw how often I rearranged myself, it would be embarrassing to say the least, and I can’t imagine what anyone would think was constantly getting me hard. Maybe they would think I watched porn at my desk.
Needless to say, it takes me longer than I would like to regain control of myself and get back to work. I’, going to prove to everyone that I’m the right man chosen to work on the Johnson account and not let Sadie down.
Ten minutes before I’m supposed to clock out, I slip my phone out of my pocket to text Sadie only to find a message waiting for me. She must have typed it when she had my phone earlier.
Tyson,
I want you in my bed tonight.
I want to feel your body above mine.
Crushing me.
Fucking me.
Making me feel alive.
Meet me at my house tonight when you get off work. If I’m not there find the spare key under the mermaid rock in the backyard.
xoxo
I’m up and headed for the elevator before I think to hide the bulge in my pants. Fuck! She has me acting like I’m in high school again.
But fuck if I don’t love it.
9
Sadie
What had I been thinking?
Moving the ice pack, I moan and bury my face in my pillow.
“Sadie?” Tyson calls from what sounds like downstairs.
Oh my God. I’m not ready for him to see me like this.
Stupidly, I had given him my number but didn’t get his. If I had, I would have told him to go home instead of coming to my house. He would be expecting sexy times and that was not going to happen. Not tonight or in the foreseeable future.
I hear his footsteps as he makes his way upstairs and squeeze my eyes shut. This is going to be so embarrassing.
“Hey, there you are.” He says from what must be the doorway. My eyes tighten further. “Are you okay?” I hear his footstep as he moves closer.
I can’t imagine what he’s thinking as he takes me in. I’m in only a t-shirt with the sheet pulled up to mid-thigh with an ice pack on my lady bits.
Keeping my face buried in my pillow, I nod my head.
“Um… Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly.
I feel a light, warm touch on my ankle and assume it’s his hand. It doesn’t move from its spot and we both stay silent for a moment.
“Can you talk to me? At least look at me to let me know that you’re okay.” Now he sounds worried and I don’t want him to be.
I’m worried enough for the both of us. My vagina may never work again.
Turning onto my back, I look up at him only to find Tyson’s horrified eyes aimed at said area. The ice pack must have slipped when I moved. Luckily the area is now numb or at least for the time being.
“Oh my God, Sadie. What the hell happened to you?” His eyes move from my face, down there and back again in a comical fashion or at least it would be comical if it wasn’t me.
“Surprise!” I exclaim red-faced.
Eyes wide, Tyson carefully sits next to me on the bed and brushes a few strands of hair away from my face.
“Want to tell me what happened?” He places the ice pack back on my most sensitive parts and then covers me up with the sheet.
Why does he have to be so sweet right now?
I just want him to leave so I can suffer alone and bash myself for my stupidity.
“Do I want to? No,” I shake my head. “But now that you’ve seen the damage, I guess I should explain.”
He gives me a sweet smile that makes me want to cry. God, he’s too sweet and good for me.
“You weren’t like this, this afternoon,” he rumbles with furrowed brows.
“I thought… I wanted to, I don’t know.” I shrug and look away. “Make things more interesting and thought you’d like it if I got waxed.”
“Sweet Sadie, look at me,” he coaxes.
Hesitantly I look at him to find understanding written all over his face.
“I didn’t ask you to do this, and I never would,” he shakes his head. “You’re perfect just the way you are. We’re only getting started. You don’t need to worry about making things interesting.” His eyes drift down to where the sheet is now covering me. “Is it supposed to look like that?”
“Oh God!” I throw my arm over my eyes. “Kill me now. No, it’s not supposed to look like that.”
“I didn’t think so.” He bites on his bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh.
Sitting up, I throw the sheet and ice pack off and inspect myself. “It looks better,” I murmur. Some of the swelling has gone down, the redness is only about half of what it was. Thank God he didn’t see it when it was as red as a boiled lobster. Unfortunately, the rash is still there and looking angrier than ever.
“It does?” he asks dubiously.
“Yeah, you should be thankful you didn’t see it before. You’d probably be scarred for life. I’ll understand if you never want to have sex with me again after seeing… that.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Do you want to watch a movie or something? Hungry? I could make us some dinner.” He grins, looks back down, shakes his head, and then chuckles.
“What?” This was not how I expected him to act. I definitely didn’t think he’d offer to make dinner.
“For pretty much the entire day I’ve been painfully hard. I can’t tell you how many times I had to adjust myself hoping no one saw me, but now…”
“It’s gone.” I cover myself back up. First placing the ice pack back on and then the sheet.
“One hundred pe
rcent gone.” His straight brows pull together. “That’s got to be pretty fucking painful. I hate you thought you needed to do that to make things interesting for me.”
I hate how insecure I am after finding my ex-husband in bed with another man and now that I somehow found myself in a relationship with the hottest and sweetest guy in the world.
“How about if we want to make things more interesting, we talk to each other before we do anything? Deal?”
“Deal.” I lean over and place a chaste kiss to his scrumptious lips. “You’re surprisingly good at this relationship stuff. Have you had a lot of girlfriends?”
A dazzling smile spreads across his chiseled face. “It feels natural with you, but no, I haven’t had many girlfriends. Three if I count you.”
Three including me. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but I’m thankful for it.
“So, what do you say to dinner and a movie in bed? Or I can make you something and head home if that’s what you want.”
The hopeful look in his eyes said he doesn’t want to go home. Amazingly now that sex is off the table, he still wants to take care of me. I’m so not used to having a sweet man care for me.
“I’d like that very much. I’m not sure what I’ve got to make dinner,” I reply and am greeted to a blinding smile before he shoots off the bed and kisses the top of my head.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” he asks from the doorway. I shake my head in answer. “Okay, you relax and find us something to watch while I whip us up something.”
I watch his retreating form and admire his broad shoulders and tapered waist, along with his muscular legs that are hidden underneath his work clothes.
How is it that only after spending a weekend with him I was already feeling more for him than I ever had with Gerald?
10
Tyson
I had to be dreaming.
Soft.
Hot.
Wet.
Engulfing my shaft.
I moan not caring that this is a dream. It’s heavenly and I’m surrounded by Sadie’s scent. She always smells of vanilla and something else I haven’t been able to put my finger on. It doesn’t matter because one hint of her scent and I’m instantly hard.
I haven’t had a sex dream of this magnitude in forever and decide to take advantage of it. Maybe then I won’t be sporting a hard on all through work. I trail my hand down my chest and abs and encounter a head full of hair.
My eyes spring open to find Sadie between my legs with her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes trained on me.
She pops the tip from between her lips and smiles up at me. “Good morning. I thought instead of an alarm I’d wake you with my mouth.”
Lowering her head, Sadie trails her tongue from base to tip and swirls it around the head before sucking it deep into her throat.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You can wake me up like this anytime you’d like.”
I fist her hair to better watch as she licks and sucks my cock like a popsicle. Up and down she bobs, swallowing me whole as she hollows her cheeks and moans around my length.
With Sadie, my stamina is that of a teenage boy and before I know it…
“I’m going to cum,” I pant and grit my teeth.
Her hand cups and squeezes my balls taking me over the edge. It feels never ending as she keeps her mouth on me until I start to soften. Only then does she kiss the tip and slide up the bed to greet me with a passionate kiss.
Once we break apart, I hug her to me. “That was so hot. I wish I could reciprocate.” Her reaction is to smile and snuggle deeper into my arms. It will be at least a few days before I can go down on her now that her pussy is red, raw, and swollen. “Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Just work,” she mumbles sounding as if she’s falling back to sleep.
Rubbing my hand down her back, I kiss the top of her head. “How about we go on a real date tonight?”
Lifting her head, she looks up at me with wide eyes. “Really? It’s only Tuesday.”
“Really. It doesn’t matter the day. I’ll take you out every day of the week if you want me to. You said we could know each other outside of the office.” And I don’t want her thinking that I’m only with her for the sex, no matter how great it is. “Will you have a lot of work to do tonight?”
“Probably,” she sighs and starts to draw shapes below my collarbone. “I have a bunch of meetings today, so I won’t have time to finish at the office.”
“How about just dinner tonight and we can do something more this weekend? Where would you like to eat?” I only hope that she doesn’t pick some place expensive. I need to watch what I’m spending until my medical bills are paid off and I know for sure that I’m hired for the position at Mathers.
“It’s too early to think about food,” she grumbles. “But I’ve been wanting to try that new Mexican restaurant on Monroe street. Have you been there?”
“No, I don’t make it to that area often.” I shift her higher on top of me and twirl a lock of her hair with my finger.
Propping herself up on her elbow she looks down at me. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”
“No, I like Mexican.” Only the area she wants to go to is upscale and pricey.
Her eyes search my face as her fingertips tentatively skate across the side of my face. “Are you okay?”
“Besides feeling you bare against me and not being able to sink into your sweet heat, I’m great.” And I was because I got to spend another night sleeping in Sadie’s bed, and she was currently in my arms.
“Oh, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” She laughs bitterly as she slides off me and sits up with the sheet around her. “I could have walked around the house naked all day with Gerald and he wouldn’t have cared. Of course, now we know why. I’m not used to turning a man on with my body, so I didn’t think.”
Grabbing the sheet, I pull her down until her lips meet mine. “Everything you do turns me on. Naked or fully clothed, I only have to smell your scent, and I’m hard.”
A soft smile spreads across her face. “I’m the same way with you. Well,” she tilts her head to the side. “I get wet instead of hard.”
Closing my eyes, I moan. “Don’t say things like that when I can’t fuck you. I really wish you wouldn’t have waxed yourself.”
She laughs, and I love the sound of her sweet laugh. It brightens my day every time I hear it. “You and me both. I read that being waxed makes you more sensitive down there and makes your sex better, but fuck that. It’s not worth it.”
“Is it not already great?”
“Better than great. It’s the best of my life. I’ve only been with one other man, but I’d happily…” she cuts herself off with wide eyes. Getting up from the bed, she walks into her closet, calling out. “We should get ready for work. You need time to go home and change.”
I follow wanting to know what she was going to say. She’s sorting through her work clothes trying to find something that I’m sure will keep me hard for the entire day. When she turns around, her pussy still looks raw as if boiling water had been poured on it without the blisters. It’s that bad and I try to hide my reaction as best I can.
“Maybe you should go to the doctor,” I suggest.
“If I had time today, I would,” she chuckles to herself. “Funnily enough I was just there yesterday.”
I look at her in question. “Why? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I went to see about getting on birth control. I figured with all the sex we’re having I should take some precaution just in case. I made the appointment before I knew.”
The thought of being inside of her without a condom does strange things to me. Never had I wanted to be bare when I was with someone, but now that the thought had been put into my head, I wanted it more than anything.
Needing to change the subject, I ask. “What were you going to say when we were in bed?”
Her cheeks pink as she pulls on a skirt. “That if sex is l
ike that normally, I’d happily have that great of sex for the rest of my life.”
“That’s not normal.”
Her eyes dart away as she mutters, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you in my bed forever then.”
Keeping a safe distance so I don’t ravage her right here and now, seeing her topless, I tell Sadie. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that plan.”
Placing one high heel on at a time, she regards me from her spot in the closet. “You really aren’t like most men I’m used to hearing about.”
Crossing my arms, I notice Sadie eyeing me appreciatively. “What are most men like?’
“Closed down,” she shrugs before putting on a lacy, red, see-through bra. “They don’t talk about their emotions.”
“And how does that work out for them?”
“I don’t really have a lot of friends, so I don’t have much experience with girlfriends talking and divulging all their secrets about men. My best friend is gay, but what I do know is it typically frustrates the woman and there’s some misunderstanding.”
“I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I know what I want, and I’m going to make sure I get it.”
Slipping on a dark red silk shirt, Sadie walks to stand in front of me with a smile playing across her lips. “I like that. I like you, Tyson Jacobs,” she wraps her arms around my neck, looking up at me before she lets out a yawn and covers her mouth, looking a little sheepish. “Sorry, that Benadryl I took last night is still kicking my ass. Today’s not going to be fun, but we really need to get moving. Feel free to shower or whatever you need to do. I’m going to go make some coffee.”
As Sadie starts to slip by me, I catch her arm. “Are you not going to wear underwear to work?”
“Oh,” she blushes. “Yeah, until the seventh circle of hell clears up down there, I won’t be wearing underwear. It’s too uncomfortable, but I’m wearing a long enough skirt that I won’t be flashing anyone.”