See You Monday: An Office Romance (Weekday series Book 1)

by Tiffany Costa

  “I don’t know.”

  “Why wouldn’t he have told us? It’s our project.”

  Isaac shut the door to our office behind him. “Payton can be… conniving.”

  “I don’t understand people like that.”

  “Just avoid him at all costs. You’ve done well in that regard so far. I’ll handle it.”

  “He’s such an asshole.”

  Isaac hooked a finger into the neckline of my blouse and tugged at it gently, gaze dropping to my chest. “He’s just jealous that you get to work so closely with me.” I swatted him away. He lifted his hands in surrender.

  “Someone could walk in,” I scolded.

  “I’m sure they’d like the view.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I could lay you on my desk, and fuck you right on the edge.”

  I melted a the image but raised a bratty eyebrow and said plainly, “I don’t fit on your desk with all that mess on there.”

  “Touché.” He laughed, striding to his desk and turning his attention to the monitor.

  I went to my office and did the same. I found it impossible to focus with him in the other room. Memories of his skin against mine, the smell of his cologne, the feel of his tongue against my pussy had me shifting in my seat. The screen was blurring. I rubbed my temples and fought the urge to rub my eyes and ruin my mascara.

  “Celeste,” Isaac called out, “Come here.”

  “Notes?” I finished typing out a footnote and grabbed my notebook.

  Isaac was still at his desk when I got in. Odd. He should be pacing. “Which book was it with the quote about the economy, financial crisis, export thing about the canal?”

  I knew exactly what he meant. “Oh, here.” I went to his library and plucked the thin volume out. I tossed it to him. “Anything else?”

  Isaac held the book out and dropped it. He glanced down, and when he looked back up a half-smile laced with mischief came with it. “It slipped.”

  “What a calamity.” I turned on my heel to get back to work, but he stopped me dead in my tracks.

  “Be a sweetheart and pick it up.”

  I turned to him, confused, a little offended, and a little intrigued. I didn’t want to think about the ball of tension deep in my belly. “No.”

  He kicked it over to me.

  I kicked it back. “I’m no one’s little maid.”

  Isaac prowled towards me, and my insides quivered with anticipation. He ran a hand from my waist down to my hip. “But you are my little plaything. Are you not?” His head dipped down and he dropped as if to pick up the book. With one hand wandering up from my calf to the tender, sensitive skin on the back of my knee, he kissed my navel through my shirt. My balance faltered, his strong hand slipped farther up, under my skirt to the back of my thigh. “I don’t mind being on my knees, Celeste. I just wanted to see the outline of your unmentionables.” He slid his hand an inch higher, “If you’re wearing any at all.” Isaac slipped his hand back down to my calf and squeezed before standing. He hadn’t touched me high enough to find out what was under my skirt, if he had he’d have found the tiny piece of white lace that was now soaking with anticipation.

  He grinned wickedly before walking away, leaving me reaching for the wall for balance.

  The clock had never moved so slowly, I thought angrily.

  Isaac was right, not that I’d ever admit that. It was hardly noon and I was making a great show of nonchalance while all I sincerely wanted was a fast-forward montage of us working independently that ended at five o’clock.

  “We’ve got a meeting. Let’s go.” Isaac ripped me from my daydream.

  “That’s not on the calendar.” I pulled out my agenda.

  He snapped his fingers at me. “Quickly, I forgot something at my flat.”

  “Okay, jeez.” I closed out all my tabs and saved my work.

  Isaac came up behind me and shut my laptop on my fingers. “You won’t need that.” He walked away. “You’ve made it clear we weren’t fucking at work, so I’m taking you home to fuck on lunch.”

  CHAPTER 30

  Celeste

  The lock clicked open and before I shut the door behind us, he was on me, lifting my skirt to my waist. One hand on my ass and the other bracing himself, he pinned me to the wall, my legs wrapped around him. I reached between us and slipped my panties to the side, guided his tip to my entrance and he dropped me onto his cock thrusting up. It felt so fucking good I cried out his name. He thrust into me again, my back rasping against the wall behind me. His grip on my ass tightened and he hitched me up with both hands.

  He moaned into my ear and it sent liquid fire down to my clit. “Say my name,” I demanded.

  “You feel so fucking good, Celeste. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

  “Yes.” I dropped a foot to the floor to balance myself against the quickening pace of his cock pumping in and out of me. His hands were everywhere, ripping off my blouse. He kicked his pants to the side and picked me up again, lowering to the floor until I was riding him on his lap. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, the way he did to me, and yanked his head up from my chest.

  “Are you close? Are you going to come for me, love?” He growled.

  The pleasure was building quickly, his words fueling the growing tension. “Harder.”

  Isaac pulled out of me, and I shouted in protest. “So impatient.” He laughed, laying me onto the floor, cradling my head so that it wouldn’t hurt when it hit the ground. Without warning his thick cock invaded me, and his strokes came long and hard, inching me closer to the wall with every thrust. I put a hand on the wall behind me to stop my body from moving anymore, so that I could feel every last stroke deep and punishing.

  “Atta girl. You can take it.” Isaac hooked his finger into the waistband of my thong and pulled it up, forcing the lace to push against my clit. The flimsy fabric tore a little in protest. With every thrust the lace rubbed against me, pushing me over the edge. “Say my name.” He demanded, putting his hand to my throat. He rubbed his thumb hard against my voice as I said it, my orgasm spreading across my spine and radiating outward, filling the corners of my body. When the last of my orgasm closed around him, he sped up, taking me in shallow quick thrusts until he came into me, whispering dirty filthy things into my ear.

  He sat back on his heels and slipped my thong back into place. I could feel his cum slipping out onto the torn fabric. “I’ll make lunch.” He kissed my palm, patted my thigh, and stood. I watched Isaac as he pulled on his pants and disappeared to the kitchen, leaving me limp and breathless on the floor where I had just been thoroughly, roughly, deliciously fucked.

  Two could play at this game. If he wanted to act like the sex wasn’t mind-blowing, so could I… My clothes were a wrinkled mess. I shimmied out of my skirt, grabbed my blouse, put on my bra, kept the pumps on, and stalked confidently down the hallway to his room. “Do you have an iron?”

  “In the closet,” he replied, mouth agape. I could feel his gaze burning down my back as I strutted away.

  I cleaned up, washed my thong and prayed it would dry in an hour. I could hear him cooking something in the kitchen as I ironed out my clothes. I felt a deep tingle and swooping sensation as, for a second. I thought how natural and seamless it felt to fuck him and then move on to domestic tasks in separate rooms. My heartbeat sped to a light panic.

  I couldn’t-

  “Do you like prosciutto?” Isaac called out. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

  “I like everything!” I called back out.

  “Hurry up!”

  I buttoned my blouse and met him in the kitchen. Where we ate in silence.

  § Isaac §

  Celeste sat next to me, but she was deep in thought in another dimension. I tucked her hair behind her ear and she let out a breath, smiling. “Alright, spit it out.”

  “What?” She swallowed down the last of her panini and wiped her lips.

  “You look like you’re a million miles aw
ay.”

  “No, I was just thinking.”

  “About how incredibly handsome and wonderful I am?”

  She scoffed.

  “I just, thought this would be more awkward. And it’s so soon after…”

  I turned her to face me. A part of me knew this would come. “If you want to stop then, we’ll stop. You don’t owe me shit just because we were together for a weekend.”

  “No! That’s what I’m thinking about. Ugh, ew. Not that. I was just thinking I’d still be a mess, and I’m not. And it feels right, being with you. I am happy. I, well, honestly, I’m just wondering why it felt so forced, in New York. And here, with you. It’s not.”

  “Right.” I took a sip of my water, encouraging her to keep talking. Her train of thought was uncharacteristically jumbled.

  “I mean, look. I walked past you before, with your cum between my legs, ass out, tits up, and I felt no shame at all.”

  I choked, coughed, tears stinging my eyes. “Jesus, Celeste, give a warning before you talk dirty to me.” Celeste laughed and handed me her napkin, wiping the water from my pants.

  “I wasn’t ashamed. And I would have been, before… before you.”

  Our eyes locked.

  “I was even hoping you’d follow me into the room.” She bit her bottom lip, her gaze dropping.

  “Take off your skirt.”

  “Hm?”

  “Unless you want to iron it again, take it off.”

  A smirk. “Why? What if I don’t want to.” She asked, even as she stood and reached behind her to unzip the red fabric.

  “You can always say no.”

  Celeste folded the skirt carefully and draped it over her chair.

  “But I think, maybe, I didn’t satisfy you enough, and you want seconds. Get up on the counter.” I helped her up by grabbing her waist and lifting her gently. I pushed her knees apart and she covered her cunt shyly. I looked up at her. No, she wasn’t shy. She was being coy with me. I traced the outline of her pussy with a fingertip and leaned down to taste her. She was sweet, but the undertone of my salty cum still lingered from when we’d fucked on the floor. I should have been disgusted. Instead, it made me want her even more, to know that I’d already had her. Celeste laced her fingers to the back of my head.

  I slipped my fingers inside her wet pussy and kissed her clit, coaxing it in a slow, featherlight rhythm. She sighed, and a low primal moan came from her. My cock was hard and pulsing, the touch of my briefs almost painful. I wanted to fuck her again. I closed my eyes and focused on her. I ate her, licking and sucking, slowly increasing pressure. I sped up my fingers inside of her, petting her upwards and applying pressure forwards as I thrust out of her, driving back in straight and continuing the wave-like motion.

  Celeste panted and ground against me, getting closer. She whimpered and cried out, and when she came around my fingers and I tasted her cum on my tongue, I came too. The sound, smell, and taste of her were enough to bring me to the edge. I moaned against her pretty little cunt as I came and she looked down at me, confusion written across her brow.

  “Did you just?”

  “I told you I don’t mind being on my knees.”

  CHAPTER 31

  Celeste

  Isaac and I had a lot of meetings that week. Enough that Payton came in on Friday afternoon while Isaac was in the gym and cornered me in my office.

  “So, who have you and Isaac been meeting with?” He asked, perusing my bookshelf.

  “A friend in the international relations office.” An outright lie. We hadn’t made any progress on Sarah Taylor or any of the other women arrested that day. The government was being tight-lipped, even around Meghan who tried to eavesdrop but had no luck.

  “Not my friend, I know. Have you heard anything about the extradition?”

  “Have you?” I spat back.

  Payton grinned that weasel smile of his and changed the subject. “You and Isaac seem to be getting close.” It was a shame he was such a dick, we might have been friends, bonding over our mutual ambitiousness.

  “I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” I said flippantly, turning back to my screen.

  “Lunch, meetings… the door is always closed.”

  “Isaac always has his door closed. It helps him concentrate.”

  Payton watched my every expression. Little did he know I had years of practice faking it. His viperous tone was laced with suggestion. “You seem to know him, intimately.”

  “Screw you.”

  “Oh?”

  “I’m not going to let you ruin my reputation.”

  “Mhm. Right. Just keep batting those pretty little lashes and sleeping your way to the top, then. If I had known, I’d have done it sooner.”

  I was burning red, I could feel it, my skin was ablaze.

  “And so soon after your wedding day,” he delivered the final blow, his voice thick with triumph.

  Our eyes locked. His cocky grin matched his arched brow. “Fuck you, Payton. I’ve never done anything to you. I am not sleeping with Isaac. And he chose me to be his co-author, not you. So maybe do some self-reflection on why he preferred a stranger to a long-time assistant.”

  Payton’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t flinch otherwise. Instead, he exited the room with no other words. He left me to boil in my own thoughts.

  I turned to the work again and pounded at my keyboard. I wasn’t sleeping with Isaac to get to the top. I wasn’t. But the words had hurt me all the same. A twinge of fear accompanied he thought, because if Payton was noticing our increase in meetings, but lack of actual investigative progress, someone else probably did, too.

  By the time Isaac sauntered into my office, I already devised a plan to take Payton off my trail. “Isaac, I can’t come over tonight.” The corners of his mouth dropped. “Payton came in here and accused me of sleeping with you.”

  § Isaac §

  “Isn’t he perceptive,” I replied. I looked over my shoulder as if I’d see him there, lurking in the shadows.

  “I’m going out with Kieran. I’ll see you Monday?”

  “That’s three days. I’m not waiting three days.”

  “You’ll wait as long as I say you will,” Celeste responded with a combative tone.

  “Although that’s very true, might I request you come over tomorrow?” I pitched her chin up to meet my gaze and ran my thumb against her deep red pout.

  “Isaac,” she chided.

  “Celeste.”

  “Stop.”

  “Really?” Her hands were roaming the backs of my knees.

  “No,” she whispered. She kissed my fingertip, staining it red. Celeste’s gaze dropped to my belt buckle then roved back up, peering at me through those dark lashes.

  “Can I kiss you?”

  She nodded, and I dropped down to meet her upturned gaze. She glanced at the door quickly and I pecked her lips. “Monday,” she kissed my cheek playfully.

  My heart dropped in my chest and I pulled it back up with one last kiss. I reminded myself this was the first time we kissed in the office, so her pulling away for a weekend didn’t mean anything.

  She was just spooked by Payton.

  I’ll rip the bugger to shreds if he starts rumors.

  ≈

  I ran some pomade through my hair and rolled up my sleeves. Tried to ignore the jealousy roiling in my chest thinking about Celeste primping herself across town, getting ready to dance with other men. She was going out with Kieran but hadn’t offered any more details. And really, I didn't deserve any more details. But that didn’t stop me from wanting them.

  I was meeting John and Taylor across town. We hadn’t seen each other since they’d met Celeste at the pub. I’d made myself scarce, and was entirely too afraid to ask myself why. They’d know. We’d been mates for years. The second I didn’t chat up the cutest woman at the bar, they’d know I was seeing someone.

  And there would be no chatting up other women. Not when I was checking my phone every three minutes to see
if Celeste had reached out. Not when she was the only woman I wanted.

  I strode into our favorite pub and I caught myself before I called out to a stranger with jet black hair. She wouldn’t be here. But that didn’t stop my reckless heart from lurching to my throat at the possibility.

  It didn’t go unnoticed either. Taylor raised a mocking eyebrow.

  “She looks a little like Celeste, from behind,” he said with a grin.

  John cut off my foul language. “Mate, if you’re not going to pursue that, I will. Give me her number. I’m going to marry that woman.” John was a prolific playboy who hadn’t had a serious relationship in much longer than I. He was about as likely to marry as oil companies were to switching to solar.

  “Over my dead body. I doubt she’ll be up for proposals any time soon.”

  “So she’s single,” John said.

  I swallowed down a bout of jealousy. “No. She’s off-limits.” They looked at each other, and Taylor raised his brow to his hairline as he downed some more of his beer. “I don’t need her moping around when you tire of her,” I added, covering my tracks.

  Taylor laughed, “If you’re desperate, John, I’m still single.”

  “If I swung that way, mate, you’d be my first choice,” John said to him, but his gaze was already at the bar, scoping out his next conquest.

  “You’re a little testy tonight, Isaac. Who’s the lucky lady?” Taylor’s tone was smooth, accusing, the obvious mirth surfacing as I shifted in my seat.

  “We’re just screwing.”

  “Oh, the one from the London office?” John interjected.

  I’d forgotten about Meghan. I nodded.

  “I thought she got engaged and it ended.”

  Shite. I'd told them about that last time.

  John’s head snapped back to our little circle. “Did you just lie? To us? You are screwing Celeste.”

  “No. God, I’m not an idiot. I don’t screw around the office.” My phone vibrated at just that moment, Celeste’s name flashing across the banner screen. I snatched the device and shoved it in under the table.

  “Mmm. Yeah. I see.” Taylor side-eyed me.