“Did you not get the memo on the new office policy about panties?”
Her hooded lids widen.
I grip the thin material in my hands. “They’ve been banned.” The sound of the lace tearing, as well as Lexi’s shocked gasp, has me ready to bust before I’m even inside her.
Lexi’s moans fill the room as I slide a finger in her without warning, twisting and turning so that she is writhing underneath me. I insert another finger as my thumb finds her clit, moving in small deep, circular motions.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“So good,” she pants as she rides my hand faster, seeking her own release. I use my free hand to hold her hips in place. “Lex, remember what I said: only I get to make you come.” I quicken my pace. Her pussy flutters around my fingers, and I need her to come before I bury myself so deep within her that we won’t know where I end and she begins.
As much as I want to savor this moment, tasting her release, I need inside her now.
I undo my belt and loosen my pants. Shit, a condom. I have one in my wallet that’s in my suit coat. “Baby, stay right here. Don’t move.” I quickly grab my wallet and pull the condom out, tossing my wallet to the ground.
Lexi has never looked sexier, spread out on my desk, her wet pussy on display. I unbutton my shirt as I walk back to the desk. The look she gives me as I reveal my bare, sculpted chest has precum leaking from the tip.
Lexi never breaks our eye contact as I slide on the condom and place my cock at her entrance. I tease her once more, dragging the tip between her folds before slamming into her. Oh, fuck!
Each thrust is making up for every time I wanted to touch her but couldn’t. Every time I dreamed of our first night together and woke up stroking my cock.
She runs her hands through my hair and over my shoulders. The muscles twitch under touch as she rakes her nails over my skin, ensuring to leave her mark on me. Little does she know she already has marked me; it’s just that no one can see where she’s left her mark.
“Ben,” she shouts into her fist at the same time there’s a soft thud of her head hitting the desk as she arches her back into my touch.
“Lex, look at me,” I command as I slide in and out of her slowly.
“Look at how good we look together.” We both glance down where the hardest part of me connects to the softest part of her.
I quickly pull out of her and flip her over. She gasps in surprise, gripping the edge of the desk. I begin to fuck her hard. This time I don’t stop her when she meets me thrust for thrust, sending us both over the edge.
Lexi collapses on the desk. I drop my forehead to her back, our breathing now in sync, just like our movements were moments ago. Lexi slowly rises, forcing me up as well.
I dispose of the condom, wrapping it in a tissue from my desk and placing it in the trash can beside it.
“I guess we should get back to the party,” she says, readjusting her dress. That’s the last thing I want to do.
My pants are now refastened, and I am working on the buttons of my shirt when I stalk over to her. I press my body against hers and trail kisses down her neck. She squirms in my hold. “What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere private to talk.”
She spins in my arms and nods, but I can sense her hesitation. I brush her curls out of her face and cup her cheek. “Lex, I know I once told you that we couldn’t be us, but I was wrong. I’m all in; it’s you and me, baby.” Once we are both decent, I lace my fingers through hers.
While we wait for the elevator, she wraps her arms around my waist. Looking up at me, she smiles, and I quickly sneak a kiss. I can’t wait to kiss this woman whenever I want.
“I’m all in, too.” I’ve never heard four better words.
I knock on Lexi’s door with a bottle of champagne cuddled against my chest and a bouquet of red roses in my hand. Lexi had invited me to spend New Year’s Eve with her and her friends. It was considered low-key, yet I was told to wear a tux. I’m not sure what I’m getting myself into tonight, but I don’t care either as long as I’m spending it with my girl. In the last two weeks, we have kept our relationship private—sneaking kisses behind closed doors at the office, having “accidental” touches, but out of the office, I savor the moments. It’s when we can just be ourselves.
As much as I would rather be able to shout to the world that this woman is mine, I understand her concern about going public. Things could get complicated around the office; people could talk, and why bring unwanted drama into something new like this?
The door swings open to reveal Lexi standing there in a sleeveless, floor-length black dress, dipping low in the front. There is no way she can wear a bra with this dress. My mouth waters and my cock instantly starts to thicken at the view in front of me.
“Hey, babe.”
Her mouth curves into a smile at the use of the new nickname. She steps back and extends her hand, inviting me in. “Come on in.”
I dip down and capture her lips with mine, giving her one hell of a welcome. We break apart to cheers coming behind us.
A blush creeps up Lexi’s chest, drawing my attention to her cleavage once again.
I turn to find Lexi’s friends, dressed up just as well as we are, cheering our public display of affection.
“These are for you.” I hand Lexi the bouquet of roses, and she pushes her lips together, emotion all over her face.
She brings the flowers to her nose and inhales. “Thank you so much.”
“This is also for you.” I hold up the bottle of champagne. Lexi told me I didn’t have to bring anything, “just myself,” but my mother taught me not to show up empty-handed.
“I’ll take that.” Hadley quickly snatches the bottle out of my hand and clings to it as if her life depends on it, a huge smile all over her face.
“Ben, you remember Hadley.”
Hadley presses a friendly kiss to my cheek in greeting. “Nice to see you again. And glad you finally got your head out of your ass and got our girl here.”
“Had, leave him alone,” a deep voice calls from the kitchen. Cal walks toward us and extends his hand for me to shake. “Ben. It’s nice to meet you again under different circumstances.” After we shake hands, I wrap my arm around Lexi’s shoulder, pulling her close to my chest. Am I being territorial? Fuck yes I am. The smirk on Cal’s face tells me he knows what I’m doing.
“Yes, not the boyfriend Cal.”
Hadley and another brunette I have yet to meet but have seen photos of begin giggling. “Oh man, I can’t believe that actually happened.”
Lexi wraps her hands around my waist, and I love the feel of her beside me. “No hard feelings. I guess you were right that I just needed a push.” However, because of that joke, I almost gave up on the thought of us, assuming that she had happily moved on.
The brunette stands beside Cal, and he wraps his arm around her, similar to Lexi’s and my stance. Maybe this is his real girlfriend? “Hi, I’m Brynn. I’m sorry if this jackass causes any trouble.”
The apartment is decorated with beautiful black-and-gold decor. Strings of lights hang from the ceiling, and catered food trays line the kitchen. There is a totally different vibe to the apartment this time than the last time I was here. Lexi must take her event planning seriously, not just in her career but in her personal life, too.
“I’m sorry your brother couldn’t make it,” Lexi says softly, sitting on my lap. My hand is draped over her leg.
I shrug. Asher once again had plans, but I told him he was welcome should he change his mind. It was very sweet of Lexi to extend an invitation to him. He told me that he planned to “ring in the new year between some supermodel’s legs.”
Right now, I don’t want to talk about my brother. “Have I told you how absolutely stunning you are tonight?”
“Maybe,” she teases, “but feel free to tell me again.” She leans down, leaving a soft peck on my lips.
“You, Lexi Baker, look absolutely stunning in this dress, al
though I bet you look even better out of it.” Her breathing stalls, and I would love nothing more than test my theory, but it’s almost midnight and I don’t want to be rude with her friends.
It turns out Cal and Brynn are not together, just childhood best friends. I’m a guy and never notice anything, but I noticed they have some sort of chemistry. Hadley’s date, Josh, showed up about an hour ago. He is a bouncer at the club we met at and had to work a little bit tonight but snuck out early.
I trace small circles along Lexi’s wrist. I twist her arm over gently, running my thumb over the small infinity symbol tattoo on the inside of her right wrist. “What does that mean?”
“If I tell you what mine means, will you tell me about all of yours?” My sleeves are rolled up, revealing my decorated limbs. I close my eyes as she runs her nails back and forth. That feels good.
“Maybe one day I’ll tell you all about them, but I don’t think we have all night. But for now, tell me about yours.”
“Well, Brynn, Hadley, and I all have the same one. Mine is purple, Hadley’s is green, and Brynn’s is blue. We got it in our junior year at WCU. These girls are my everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them and them for me.”
“Like convince their best friend to pose as your boyfriend and kiss you.”
Lexi buries her face in my neck, her breath tickling the skin. “Ugh, you’re never going to let us live that down, are you.”
I run my hand over her brown hair, tangling my fingers through it. “Probably not, I don’t like to share what’s mine,” I say softly yet in a commanding tone. “But I also love giving you a hard time about it. Your friends clearly care enough to want to see you happy, no matter the cost.” I tilt her chin up so that she is facing me. “And are you?”
“Am I what?” Her eyes search mine.
“Happy.”
Lexi cups my cheeks in both hands and pulls my face to hers. She whispers, “Very,” before kissing me. The soft whimper that leaves her mouth has me needing more of her.
“Lexi,” Brynn shouts, and we pull apart. “Get your ass up here and dance with us.”
The girls have since turned up the music and are dancing in front of the TV, holding their champagne flutes. I have never heard the song playing, but Lexi seems to recognize it. With one last quick kiss to my lips, she hops up and joins the girls on the makeshift dance floor. Whether it is the champagne or the company, there is no denying the smile on Lex’s face. Lexi continues to dance, swaying her hips side to side. She laughs over something one of the girls keeps saying and even spins a few times to face me and serenade me with lip-syncing. The song seems to be a remix of a song I recognize as Elton John’s—one of my father’s favorites.
If this is the life I have been missing out on, then sign me up.
“Does everyone have a refill?” Hadley asks, walking around with a bottle of champagne in her hands, making sure we all have enough in our glass for the midnight toast.
The countdown begins with the six of us crowded in the living room, Lexi encased in my arms.
“Happy New Year!” The room erupts in cheers as I spin Lexi around and block out the noise surrounding us.
I press a searing kiss to her lips, our tongues tangling and twisting together. If this is any indication of what I can look forward to this year, then fuck yes. With her hands linked behind my neck, she plays with the hair along my collar. I love the way she runs her nails into my scalp. It takes all the strength I have to pull back from her.
“Happy New Year, baby.” Last year may have brought me a new town, a new business, and a crazy one-night stand, but it’s this year I look forward to most with Lexi by my side.
“Woah, did a hurricane blow through here?” Hadley asks, standing in my doorway, leaning against the jamb. I glance over at her, giving her a death stare. She is dressed in black pants and a black top, her typical uniform, getting ready to head into the salon.
I plop on the bed and fall back onto a pile of clothes. “Ugh, yes, Hurricane Lexi—category five with mass casualties.” I place my arm over my eyes, groaning. Ben should be on his way here to pick me up for our official first date. Yep, it’s nine in the morning, and we are going on a date. Apparently, it’s an overnight date involving us going out of town, but that is all he will tell me. Hence I am tearing my room apart, trying to figure out what to pack.
I was more than happy to just go out to dinner like a normal couple, but I guess nothing about us is normal. He has been tight-lipped about it all week, so he can’t get mad when he shows up and finds my biggest suitcase filled to the brim with different options. In my defense, I have no clue if I need something comfy, something fancy, something casual. I have no idea.
Hadley strolls into the room and peeks into my bag, “Hmm, interesting.” I peep an eye out at her curiously.
“Do you know where he’s taking me?”
A mischievous smile forms on her lips. “Maybe,” she draws out.
“Hadley Eloise Kincaid, I swear to God, I will burn all your vibrators if you are holding out pertinent information on me.”
“Woah, woah, woah! You’re a monster!” She mockingly slaps her chest. “Remind me to lock my bedroom door before I leave, and no, I don’t know shit about your weekend… for the record.”
I sigh. “Sorry about the threat to your pussy posse.” Yes, that is what Hadley calls her collection of vibrators. They all have names, too.
“It’s okay.” She sits down beside me and wraps her arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a side hug. “I’ll forgive you this once.” How either of us is keeping a straight face during this conversation, I will never know. “But in all seriousness, I don’t have a clue as to where he’s taking you or what you are doing. Just relax and enjoy yourself—enjoy him.” She nudges my side and winks dramatically.
“Oh my God, will you get out of here already?” I push her off the bed.
“You know I’m leaving because I need to get to work before Chad finds something else to bitch about. But just relax, okay?” She pinches my chin between two fingers and forces me to look at her. “Okay?”
I nod. “Yes, Mom.”
“Good. I’ll see you when you get back. Have fun.” She blows me a kiss as she exits my room. I hear the front door open followed Hadley talking to someone. “Lex, Ben’s here.” Shit!
The front door closes, followed by Ben’s heavy footsteps along the hardwood floor. I quickly try to scramble, throwing clothes into the suitcase.
“Hey, ba—holy shit,” he interrupts himself. “What happened in here?” He looks around the room at the complete disarray of my living space while running his hands over his perfectly chiseled jawline.
I try to play it cool. “Oh, you know, just packing for our big trip.” And that’s when I begin to word vomit, like full-blown how many words can I fit in one breath. “I’m sorry, I’m not ready. I know you said to be ready by nine, but I’ve been trying to pack for two hours now, and since you haven’t given me any sort of detail as to what I need to bring, I sort of panicked.” My shoulders deflate as I breathe heavily.
In two large strides, Ben is pulling me into his arms. He first presses a kiss to the top of my head, before stroking his hands down my hand to latch around my waist. After a short hug and my breathing evening out, he cups both my cheeks with his palms and presses a tender kiss to my lips. “Hey, it’s all right. I’m sure whatever you packed will be perfect. Do you want me to help at all?”
I pull out of his arms and wave him off. “You could help by giving me some sort of hint.”
Ben sits back on my bed, resting on one arm, his ankles crossed, hanging off the edge of my bed. “No can do, babe. It’s a surprise.”
“Ugh, fine.” I pout like a child. “I just have a few things left to throw in the bag, and then we can leave.”
Thirty minutes later, Ben is loading my bag next to his in the back of his BMW. I also notice the vast size difference between our bags, but whatever.
“First st
op is coffee.” If I weren’t already falling for this man, those words would have done the trick. “I wasn’t sure what you would want this morning since I’ve noticed when you are at the office, you drink your coffee hot; however, when you come back from coffee shops, it’s always iced.”
I’m impressed by his findings. I definitely prefer iced coffee over hot, but whenever I add ice on my own, it always tastes different and waters down faster. I’m sure it’s really all psychological, but fuck it, that’s my theory, and I’m sticking to it.
“Iced is perfect.”
Ben pulls into the parking lot of a coffee shop just beyond the city limits. With a quick kiss to my lips, he says he will be right back. While I wait, I pull out my phone to see missed texts from Hadley, Brynn, and Cal.
Brynn: Have a great trip. Do you know where he’s taking you?
Hadley: Can you believe this bitch? This morning she threatened to burn the posse because she thought I was holding out on her.
Brynn: Oh, no! Not that! Anything but that!
Cal: What’s the posse?
Cal: Oh, WTF?! Brynn just told me what it was. Can’t you guys be in your other chat for this? Seriously? I need new friends.
Hadley: You love us anyway, Murphy!
Cal: *Middle finger emoji*
Brynn: Lex has been awful quiet.
Hadley: Must be giving Ben road head. Girls gotta have breakfast, you know.
Cal: *I quit gif*
I can’t with these people, especially before I am fully caffeinated.
Me: No, I am not giving a blow job. Ben went in to get coffee.
Me: I’ll text you guys with the details later.
Me: And Cal, you could never get rid of us, we know too much. *kisses*
Just as I hit Send, the driver’s-side door opens, and Ben appears with two large coffees. I take the iced coffee from him and take a sip. The sweetness of the caramel is a definite wake-up call, almost more than the caffeine itself.
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