by Aria Ford
“I know that we’re new at this. I know that we’re busy and you have Brandon, we have work and life is crazy.” She looked at me and kissed me again. “I think that I need sex a little more than once a week. No. I know that I do. I want you as much as I can have you.”
“I second that. It’s lonely at night thinking about you.” I kissed her again and pulled her against me. Every wet dream I’d had lately resurrected, and I wanted to strip her down and take her against the glass windows in my office. “I don’t see why we should wait, to be honest. I think we should lock the door and get a head start on things.”
Mandy laughed, and I looked into her face, feeling more alive than I had in a long time.
I wanted to make this work with her and to take her in my office; on my desk, in my chair, and anywhere else that I could think of. After having a taste of Mandy, I wanted more. I wanted all that I could get.
CHAPTER FORTEEN
Mandy
I did get up and make sure that the door was locked. It was close to the end of the day, and everyone would be leaving, giving us some privacy. I turned and looked at Stephen, who was leaning back and unbuttoning his slacks.
All the desire that I pushed away after not hearing from him for that week roared to life inside of me. I strode back to him, licking my lips.
Was it smart to have sex with someone in your office that you worked with? Was it a good idea to risk losing your job of just a few weeks because you couldn’t keep your hands off someone?
Probably not, but I didn’t care.
I approached his chair and dropped to my knees, sliding his pants down to get to him. Stephen scooted forward eagerly, and I leaned over him, licking his shaft from the base to the tip several times. Had it really been a week since I had him like this?
I sucked him down my throat as he fisted my hair. Stephen gasped as I moved, my mouth so tight around him that it almost hurt.
I thought about the night when I was alone in bed, replaying our night together. I touched myself when it got to be too much, trying to make myself come as hard as Stephen did. It never worked, but at least it was some relief.
I tried to hate Paul when he hit on me at work, but it was in humor. He was the comic relief around the office, and while I was certain that he noticed I wasn’t spending time with Stephen, I didn’t think he meant it. Nor did I think he’d turn me away if I agreed to any of his crazy suggestions.
It didn’t take too long to realize that I didn’t want anyone other than Stephen. I had never wanted anyone other than Stephen in my life, something I finally realized being without him.
I took him harder in my mouth, working his cock fast. Stephen cried out my name as he jerked forward, filling my mouth and throat with his release. I licked him clean before moving back to rest on my knees. I’d never been promiscuous in my life, but there was something about him that made me crazy.
“That felt so damn good, Mandy. Come here. Now.” I was wet and throbbing but somehow managed to stumble to my feet. He helped me onto his desk and pushed my skirt back before tugging my panties down my thighs. He left his pants down, his cock thick and slick with wetness from my attention moments before.
Stephen spread my thighs open and parted my folds as I dropped to the smooth surface behind me. I stayed on my elbows, so I could watch him enjoy me.
“Stephen,” I whimpered and tensed as his hot breath brushed across my pussy. I’d shaved the night before, and he seemed to enjoy the look—a lot.
“We’re not getting interrupted this time.” He glanced up and licked the side of his mouth as he dragged a finger down my slit. “Come hard for me, okay?”
“Of course,” I released the breath that I’d been holding, feeling selfish for wanting him so damn bad. Last time couldn’t be helped, and I knew that. I was good with it.
He leaned in, finding my clit with his tongue and stroking it firmly as I moaned. It felt so damn good, and I reminded myself of where we were as I felt his hands spreading me further for him. I dropped my legs down and grabbed at his hair, needing to feel him.
Stephen licked me, taking the time to suck me into his mouth. I groaned, needing his attention more than anything. I was so sensitive and turned on that I felt weak with it. I was frozen as my pulse spiked, and my orgasm swelled in my stomach.
He must have sensed how close I was, and slipped a finger inside of me, tapping my G-spot with force. That combined with his tongue tapping my clit was all I needed to explode.
I gripped his hair harder and cried out, praying that nobody was there. Stephen latched his mouth on me and sucked all the sweet juices in as I bit my lip to silence my scream. I shook under his touch, and he chuckled darkly, but didn’t let up.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom here,” he muttered as he moved back and dropped his slacks to the floor. “I want to fuck you so badly, baby.”
“Please. I need you so much,” I begged as he pressed forward, entering me with one long thrust. Fuck. He spread me open, filling my pussy as he claimed me. “So good.”
Stephen took me with long, deep thrusts that were already edging me toward another blessed release. I gripped the smooth edges of the desk, raising my hips as he gripped my body to hold me still for him. Stephen rocked against me, plunging inside of me as I breathed his name.
“Mandy…so tight. I am so close to filling you.” He eased back and then took me so hard that my body slid back on the desk as I let myself go. “Fuck yes. Come for me.”
Stephen followed with his own release, and I felt our heat mingling together as I closed my eyes. I’d never felt this before with anybody and might not again, so I memorized it. Stephen was the man that I was looking for, but there was still so much uncertainty between us.
This was raw and real.
He slowly kept moving until he dropped back into his seat, breathing deeply. “I am not letting you go again. I need you too badly. I want you too much.”
We rested for a while before he carried me over to the couch and dropped onto it, looking at me with dark eyes. He was hard again.
“Come here. I want more.” He reached for me.
I eased myself down over him, groaning at the sensitivity of his length. Stephen lifted my dress over my head and pushed my bra up so that he could suck a nipple into his mouth slowly, making me cry out. I kept moving over him, clawing at Stephen’s shoulders as I buried him inside of me.
We rolled onto the couch, me on my back as he kissed me. Our lips met slowly and hungrily as we made up for lost time. It was everything that I’d ever wanted and so much more. He slipped inside of me again, taking me slower this time. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I think Brandon’s asleep. We can go to my place. We’ll make something to eat and christen my bed.” He was still inside of me, barely moving as I stared up at his face.
“Really?” I asked as he nodded.
We finally pulled apart, though neither of us wanted to. Making love felt far too much like being in love. It scared me a little, but I fought against it. I wasn’t walking away from one of the only good things in my life at that time.
We left a short while later once he checked with his nanny to make sure that Brandon was in bed. He apologized to her for how late it was before assuring her that he was headed home.
He cleaned up his office and dressed as I headed through the empty building to mine, collecting my things and shutting everything down. It was hard to believe that it was Monday as I returned to Stephen, surprised when he wrapped his arms around me for a long kiss.
We made our way to the empty parking lot, and I thought back to the night we went to the bar with everybody with a smile. “How’s your car these days?” Stephen asked me as I glanced at him.
“It’s running great,” I replied with a wicked smile on my face. “I just need your address.”
He sent it to me through a text so I could plug it into my GPS, making sure that I was leaving before his Jeep pulled out. I listened to the robotic voice of the woman as I mad
e the proper turns, my heart fluttering in my chest. I knew that this wasn’t a chance to spend more time with Brandon, but I was going to Stephen’s house. I was starting something with him.
I pulled into the driveway of the cute bungalow style home and checked out where I should park. I found a spot that wouldn’t block the Chevy that was already there. Stephen pulled into the large garage and walked through a door that separated it from the house, keys in hand. He unlocked the door, and I noticed the curious look the pretty black-haired girl shot me as she looked over from the couch. “Danielle, this is Mandy. She works with me.” Stephen waved a hand between us as I moved to shake her hand with a smile. “You’ve been working hard this week. Thank you. I am going to try to get my hours back to normal now.”
“It’s no problem at all,” she assured him as she looked at me. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Sounds great, Danielle.”
I took this chance to look around the spacious living room, impressed with the home that Stephen had created for his son. There was so much warmth already, but it needed a woman’s touch for sure.
We went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and he stared into the fridge while I leaned against a counter behind him.
“How about breakfast?” He glanced over his shoulder.
“Mmmm…I could go for some pancakes.”
“Good. What the lady wants, the lady gets.” He turned and pulled out various items, handing them to me over his shoulder.
He excused himself to check on Brandon and to change into some sweats. One he got back, we had a good time making breakfast together. It was a bit like playing house, but I loved it. I needed it in my life.
“All done.” He lifted the plate to his nose and breathed in deeply as he watched me. “Smells like heaven.”
I smiled and took the plate before heading over to the small table in the kitchen. I sat down and glanced up at him. “Thank you for this.”
“No need to thank me. I’m loving having you here with me,” Stephen assured me as he sat down and stabbed a piece of the pancake on his fork. “You staying the night?”
“I wish. Let’s go fool around on the couch after this and then I need to get going.”
He gave me a frown. “Why?”
“I don’t want Brandon waking up and seeing me here.” I shoved a big bit of pancake in my mouth and smiled. “It ain’t right!”
“What?” He laughed and shook his head. “No. Don’t answer that. Chewed pancake is not at all attractive.” He winked. “But you sure as fuck are.”
I thought about saying thank you but decided to wait until I swallowed.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Stephen
I woke up feeling great the next morning. I had to work, and it was Brandon’s last day of school before his summer started. I had been saving vacation time to plan some trips, and I found myself thinking ahead to trips with Mandy while the coffee brewed. As terrible as the week had been while we weren’t in contact, everything felt right all of a sudden.
I tapped on Brandon’s door before starting on French toast for breakfast. I wasn’t in a huge hurry to get into the office, feeling that the hard part of the project was over.
When there was a knock at the door, I glanced at the clock. It was a bit early for Danielle but okay. I plated the bread and turned the stove off before making my way to the door. I wasn’t dressed for work yet, so the workout shorts would have to do. There was another knock, and I cursed under my breath as I threw the door open.
What. The. Fuck?
The face I thought I’d never see again looked back at me, purple hair framing her heart-shaped face. Lacy’s blue eyes were wide as she looked at me. “Stephen,” she said softly as I shook my head.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her in a slow, controlled voice as she looked past me into the house. “How did you know where we were?”
Pink tinged her cheeks, and I felt rage rushing through my veins. “Terry told me. He’s my son too, Stephen.”
I looked back to make sure that we were alone and then stared her down. “Your son? You handed Brandon off to me six fucking years ago, Lacy. I’ve done all of this on my own. Why would you think that he needed you now?”
“I cleaned myself up. I fixed my life. That and I miss him…I miss you.”
Hell fucking no. There was no me to her, no us.
“I want you to get the fuck out of here. We’re doing fine on our own. I can’t do this to him after so long,” I told her as pain throbbed behind my temples. “You left us.”
“Dad? Is breakfast ready?” Brandon asked as I prepared to slam the door in her face. It was more than he could handle and I needed to handle this a certain way.
Things moved quickly as he walked over to stand behind me and Lacy’s mouth dropped open. “Brandon? Look at you. You’re so big now.”
“No, not yet,” I pleaded with her, needing time.
“I’m your mom. My name is Lacy,” Lacy blurted out as I felt everything crumble around me. “I’m here to get to know you again, you and your dad. I’ve missed you.” I reached around to hug my son, looking down at him to see that the damage was done. He was staring at Lacy with big eyes as I felt my heart breaking.
I ended up letting her in and trying to get Brandon fed as he asked her a bunch of questions. It was the worst hell on Earth as she tried to explain to a goddamn seven-year-old what happened and I held my hand up as they both looked at me. I could tell that Brandon was surprised at my reaction to Lacy and I sucked in a breath. “Can we talk?” she asked me, a pleading look in her eyes as she stared at me. There was so much emotion in those big eyes, and I wished like hell I could ignore it.
“Do you have the same number?” She blushed and shook her head, asking for some paper. Lacy jotted something down and handed it to me, making me hate her even more for a moment. What kind of woman changed her number when she abandoned her son? “I need some time, Lacy. We…need some time. I’ll call you when I’ve had some time to think.”
She nodded slowly and told Brandon that she’d see him soon before making her way to the door. Everything she’d told him was a blur. I locked the door behind her as I turned to look at my son. He was the rock in my world, and I detested the hope that was in his eyes.
“Is that really my mom?” he asked with deep emotion in his voice.
I nodded. “Yes, she is, but I need to figure some things out before we see her again. It’s been a while.” I stroked his hair and led him to his plate. “Get some of this in your belly. I am going to get dressed for work.” I felt bad leaving him alone in the kitchen, but I needed a minute to myself. Hell, I needed a week to myself after that shit. All the pain came back as I walked toward my room, the pain that she caused when she left us alone. Brandon had no memory of it but I sure as fuck did. It turned my world upside down, and a simple apology couldn’t fix that. It couldn’t fix things.
I pulled on some black slacks and a random shirt from the closet, dressing automatically as I thought about my sudden shift in life. I hated Lacy, but she was Brandon’s mother. He deserved to have both of us, didn’t he? He deserved something like a family once I sorted through my thoughts and had a very in-depth conversation with her. If she was right again, I couldn’t keep her son away from her.
How I wanted to, though.
I finished dressing and fixed my hair, having dried from the earlier shower. I gave it an extra messy look, laughing bitterly as I thought how much it suited the day. By the time I was back in the main room, Brandon seemed to have eaten something and Danielle was arriving. He was telling her all about Lacy, and my nanny shot me a look of horror. I assured her that I’d call her later and explain this before I hugged Brandon goodbye, telling him to have a great day at school.
The bright sun seemed dull as I walked to the garage to get to my Jeep. The day seemed horrible as I started the engine and drove to the office, so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even remember the short drive. I made some cof
fee and saw Paul on the way to my office, who immediately recognized the strain on my face. We went into my office, and I looked around, seeing it clean even as last night played back through my mind. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
“What’s wrong, man?” Paul asked me as he closed the door behind us, taking a seat on the couch as I joined him. I had a feeling that I was going to be worthless today.
“Lacy showed up at my door this morning,” I told him as he stared at me. “Six fucking years and she just drops by? I couldn’t shut her up before she told Brandon who she was. Fuck!”
“Look, I know you hate her. What she did was wrong, but she is his mom. Maybe you should talk to her, maybe give them a chance. Hell, maybe you should give her a chance.” I stared at him, my eyes cold with rejection at his idea. The thought of it made me numb. I was with Mandy now though, and I had no idea how all of this was going to work. “You were good together once, weren’t you?”
I blinked. All I could think about was the damage that was done when she left, losing all memories of before. “I don’t even fucking know anymore.”
“I’m just saying that maybe you should have an open mind here.” Paul paused. “I don’t think that Mandy is the girl you want to think she is. I don’t know where you’re at with her, but she’s a player. She’s a tramp, and she’s flirting with half the building, including me.” I looked at him in disbelief. “She came to one of the happy hours without you and acted the same way as she did before. She was all over a few guys.”
My stomach twisted as I thought about taking her bare. Was she lying to me about being clean? The idea of that just settled on top of everything else that was going on, and I sipped my coffee as if it was going to save me from all of this. “Are you serious?” I asked, seeing him nod out of the corner of my eyes. Mandy seemed so sincere to me.
“Sorry, Stephen. I know that you were into a girl for the first time in a while, but you need to know. Maybe this happened at the right time.” Paul gave me a shrug when I looked at him. “Maybe you should spend some time with Lacy and really talk to her. She might be sincere in wanting to be in your lives again.”