Virgin's Passion

by Kayla C. Oliver

  My knees wobbled as I strolled to my desk. How was I ever going to get to work now? All I wanted to do was find James again and let him take me one more time. I giggled and blushed while I opened my email. No one had noticed I was gone. Etta showed up only ten minutes after our tryst and was obviously none-the-wiser.

  I made it through the day without anyone knowing anything about what had happened in the maintenance room.

  ***

  For the next couple of weeks, I managed to pass by James in the hallways or when I was coming in the lobby. I acknowledged him with my eyes, a quick smile, or if we were in the elevator with other people I’d make sure I was in a place where I could press up against him, innocently, of course.

  But I could only put on the act for so long. Finally, my desire got the best of me and I had to be with him again. Thankfully, that same girl by the copier spilled the toner on the carpet again. James was up to take care of it right away.

  From where my cubicle was, I could see him. He was wearing that same blue uniform that was snug around his chest and waist. As if I had called his name, he looked up to see me watching him and smiled.

  I smiled back as I swiveled in my seat. Carefully, I pulled my skirt up a little higher than normal. I fumbled with the strap on the side of my heel, stretching my leg out to the side. It wasn’t hard to feel the heat from his eyes on me.

  This was too much fun to stop there. Without hesitating, I quickly spread my legs, exposing the light pink panel of my panties for just a second. He spotted me and I saw him swallow hard. So I stood up, pushed my seat aside and bent over my desk.

  When I turned around, he was not smiling, but I could tell he was happy. His eyes flickered with the idea of taking me right here on my desk. It was not romance. Not love. I had stirred up the lust inside James that nothing was going to satiate except having me again. That was exactly the reaction I wanted.

  Giving him a smug grin, I returned to my chair and turned my back in order to go back to work. It was an excruciating ten more minutes before I heard his voice behind me.

  “What do you think you are doing?” he whispered as he tossed a paper towel in the trashcan next to my desk.

  “Me? I wasn’t doing anything,” I whispered back.

  “You showing off those pretty panties was not a good idea.”

  “No? Didn’t you like them?”

  “Meet me at the south stairwell in ten minutes.”

  I didn’t answer but nodded my head.

  It was the longest ten minutes of my life. I couldn’t see straight. My nerves were wound tight and I felt like I wanted to crawl out of my skin.

  Finally, I pushed myself up from my desk and told Etta I was running downstairs. She waved and nodded without putting down her phone.

  Carefully and quietly, I strolled through the office and toward the south stairwell. It was down a hallway across from the men’s room and the supply closet.

  James was waiting with the door open. Without hesitation, I hurried inside and let out a sigh as he closed the door tightly behind me.

  “Don’t people use this?” I asked.

  “Maybe between ABF’s two lower floors, but not where the records are on the third floor.” He slipped his strong arm around my waist and pulled me to him. His lips were soft and warm. Before I knew it, he had scooped me into his arms and was carrying me up the flight of stairs to the records department. I remembered Etta telling me that there was nothing but a skeleton crew up here.

  I lost myself in an endless kiss with him until he opened the door at the top of the stairwell and stepped inside.

  “No one is ever here,” he whispered as he lowered me to my feet.

  The third level of ABF was laid out just like the second. There was a men’s room and instead of a supply room, there was an extra room filled with outdated chairs with upholstery from the 1970s, some ugly green file cabinets, and some Christmas decorations. James pushed me into the storage room and closed the door behind us just enough so we wouldn’t be seen.

  “Don’t you want to close that all the way?” I asked.

  “It locks from the outside. The lock was put on wrong.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I locked myself in on one of my first days on the job.” He stepped up to me. I took a step back but bumped into a chair and lost my balance. Falling onto the worn-out cushion I started to giggle.

  James didn’t laugh. His eyes devoured.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he whispered. “I can’t concentrate. I can’t eat or sleep. I keep thinking of what we did. I keep wondering if you liked it. If you wanted more.”

  “I do.” I stared up at him. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either.”

  He dropped to his knees and pushed himself between my thighs. I felt his hands pushing up my skirt as we kissed. I’d never wanted anything as badly as I wanted to feel him inside me. But that apparently wasn’t what he had in mind.

  “Lay back,” he ordered.

  I leaned back in the seat, every nerve ending tingling.

  “Show me those pretty panties again,” he whispered. I felt my cheeks blush as I pulled up my skirt until it was around my waist.

  James slipped his hand beneath the elastic band, pulled them down my thighs, over my knees, and finally, completely off. Then he looked up at me for a second before burying his face between my legs. He kissed my center like he was kissing my lips. There was nothing I could do except watch and spread my legs even further.

  At first, I thought he was just getting me worked up. He teased, licking and kissing and rubbing every inch of me until I was begging, pleading with him to fuck me again. But he didn’t. Instead, he used his tongue to gently massage my clit. My mind went white with ecstasy.

  I didn’t care if anyone saw us. This felt too good.

  “James. I’ve never done …”

  “Shh,” he soothed. “Let me take care of you.”

  I did as I was told. I pulled my shirt up and my bra down to expose my breasts to him then watched him as he watched me play with my nipples.

  His tongue wove slow circles over my wet petals. Each flick sent ripples of pleasure through my body and I couldn’t help but push myself up to him.

  “That feels so good,” I hummed.

  I closed my eyes and the room disappeared. The building disappeared. Everything faded away but the sensation between my legs. I felt James’s hand reach up to caress my breasts. I arched my back. Every nerve was alive and screaming for more, more.

  Suddenly, it stopped. I gasped as my eyes flew open.

  James just sat there smiling at me.

  “What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

  “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

  “What?”

  “Do you want me to continue?”

  “Yes,” I begged. “Please.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  Without another word James conquered me. He dove into my well and pulled me down to drown with him in wave after wave of pleasure. My hips rocked back and forth with each swipe of his tongue. My mind snapped as I felt the pressure building up in my core.

  Faster and faster, he sucked and twirled my delicate bud until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Oh, James!” I whimpered. I was trying to keep quiet when all I wanted to do was scream. “Right there! Please don’t stop! Please!”

  My body shuddered as James broke me. I flailed and bucked and tried to hold back but he wouldn’t allow it. Without saying a word, he demanded I give him everything. My body was his and I willingly gave it up entirely.

  Fireworks exploded all over my body. I sank my hands deep into James’ hair and held tight as I submitted to him. As if he knew I was completely open, spent and vulnerable he rose up and kissed me.

  I was exhausted and high and held on to him as if I might fall off a ledge or pier if I didn’t. He broad chest was like a lifeboat and I clung to it
.

  “That was amazing,” I whispered into his neck.

  “You’re telling me.”

  “What time is it?” I asked nervously. “I feel like we’ve been gone for hours.”

  “It’s all right. It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes.”

  “I don’t know how I’m going to get anything done today. The last time I think it took at least an hour to get the feeling back in my legs. Who knows how long it will take to recover from this.” I teased.

  “If you’d let me take you out on a real date you wouldn’t have to worry about getting back to work. What do you say?” He looked so cute that I almost gave in.

  “I don’t know, James.” I blushed.

  “You know you want to. Don’t you think we’d have fun?”

  I peeked up at him as I adjusted my shirt. He handed me my panties from the floor.

  “Yes, I think it would be fun but …”

  “But nothing. Why won’t you say yes to dinner and a movie? You know I think you’re a hell of a lot more than this. You don’t’ just see me as a boy-toy, do you?”

  I chucked as I stood. “No. I don’t think that at all.”

  He took me by the hand and we left the storage room.

  “Then let me show you a really good time outside of this building.”

  “I’ll check my calendar and let you know.”

  “You better. Or I’ll be forced to make a scene in the office.” He looked up at the ceiling as if he were studying a dangling wire or suspicious crack.

  “What kind of scene?”

  “You don’t want to know. But trust me, it will be terribly romantic and it might cause you to fall in love with me. Maybe even faint.”

  “Faint?” I stepped into the stairwell with him. “Oh, dear.”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “So don’t make me resort to such harsh tactics.”

  “Do I look okay?” I asked before heading back to my cubicle.

  I waited as James took a deep breath.

  “You look beautiful, Candace.”

  He turned me on again. But I kept in control, kissed him quickly and rushed out of the stairwell before anyone saw me.

  Chapter Ten

  James

  I had Candace’s scent on me when my cell phone went off. Quickly, I snapped back and got my head in the game.

  “Yeah, hello,” I answered.

  “I’ve got Turner with our guy. A couple of photos, and they exchanged something.”

  “Business cards?”

  “If I had to guess. We might have to add another name to the list of invitations. This one has a downtown address and can probably pay their own way.”

  “Will they need a driver?”

  “Nope.”

  “Okay, keep them on the list and if we need a driver at the last minute let me know.”

  “Will do.”

  I hung up and tucked my phone back in my pocket. Through a series of coincidences, I had found out that one of the ABF officers had a connection at City Hall. The exchange of business cards was code for pay-to-play and it looked as if we were closing in on not just the white collars in ABF, but a couple of politicians.

  This was great news. As much as I hated to admit it, things were moving a lot smoother with Rodriguez on the outside and me on the inside.

  But there were still the records that I needed that would really seal the deal. It was frustrating to know that just across the hallway from where Candace and I had had our latest rendezvous were the years of records I needed to prove these guys were crooks. The word through the office grapevine was that a massive shredding party was going to be taking place sometime in the next couple of months. I couldn’t find anyone who knew the exact date.

  ABF would notify maintenance of the building because they would request bags for the shredding and dumpsters. Since we were the union, there was no outsourcing for the stuff to be handled by a private document shredding and destruction company.

  The idea of going through bags of shredded paper and trying to put them all back together made my gut tighten. As much as I loved a good puzzle or brain-teaser, that would be overkill. So I wanted to get into that records room before the dump took place.

  I kept my eyes and ears open as I went about my routine. I couldn’t figure out why, but I worked better after seeing Candace. I did more than just see her today. The smell of her sex was all over me. It was like a jolt of vitamin C.

  “You sure got some pep in your step, Jimmy,” Bob said when I finally made it back to the maintenance room. “You getting high off that ink toner?”

  “Yeah, high,” Sean echoed, leering.

  “Or is it the attention from all those pretty girls?” Bob asked.

  “Hey, yeah. Have you seen that one with the dark hair? I saw her last week walking to lunch. She was wearing this black skirt with a polka-dotted shirt. You could see her bra through it. All the lace and stuff.” Sean ran his fingers over the top of his pecs to describe what he’d seen. “Oh my god.”

  “You know I don’t talk to anyone when I go up there,” I answered.

  “Yeah. Jenny keeps you on a short leash, I’ll bet.” Sean just had to jump in. “Is that it? Because I’d be tapping a different one every week if I could.”

  “Why aren’t you?” Bob asked.

  Sean swallowed and the grin fell on his face. He tapped his chin with his finger and looked at the ceiling.

  “Don’t know.”

  “I do. It’s because you’re a dork. Now go grab that mop and pail and get out in the lobby. The rain just started and those people are going to slipping all over the marble within a few minutes.” Bob ordered. “Don’t forget the clapboards. These idiots need to be told the floor is wet.”

  Sean did as he was told and left Bob and me alone.

  “Seriously, Jimmy. You find yourself a nice girl up on one of these floors?”

  “No, Bob. I got a girl,” I lied. There was no way I was going to risk getting Candace in trouble or making my cover too transparent. Bob was a nice guy, but I couldn’t trust anyone.

  “Well, whatever it is that’s got you on point, keep it going. You’re doing a great job. I know it isn’t glamorous, but you could make a fine living in this business.”

  “I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty, Bob.”

  “I can see that, and I do appreciate it. Due to the rank and file, there are a few hoops we may have to jump through in order to get you on the fast track here. Numb-nuts is in the way and with his father’s connections, well, who needs to start any shit.”

  “I agree.”

  “But don’t give up. There are ways to get around it, and I’ll certainly help all I can. I like to see hard work rewarded.”

  “Well, thanks, Bob. I appreciate that.”

  If only Bob were my real boss instead of the chief who wanted me transferred so bad, he tasted it in every meal.

  I couldn’t say it didn’t break my heart a little that Bob had so much faith in me and I wasn’t what he thought.

  What would he do when he found out?

  More importantly, what was Candace going to do? She’d trusted me with her secret. I had to come clean to her, soon, but couldn’t do it on a fifteen-minute break or over drinks in a crowded bar. I had to get her alone, but she was playing this game. Normally, I would have enjoyed her game. Planning moments to whisk her away and make her feel like I had today would have been part of my schedule. My pants got tight just thinking about it.

  “So, can you?”

  “I’m sorry, Bob. I was trying to remember something. What did you just say?”

  “Can you check the water fountain on the sixth floor? They’re saying the water isn’t coming out and they think it has something to do with the sink in the kitchen.”

  “I’ll take a look at it right away.” This would be a new one. I had no idea what kind of plumbing problem it could be..

  While I rode alone in the elevator that smelled like spray paint, I wondered why Candace wouldn’t go out wit
h me. There was nothing in my job description on the force or in the union guidelines that said I couldn’t date someone while undercover or who worked in the building. So, I doubted she had anything in her office that said as much.

  “I can’t be just a piece of ass to her.” Although the idea didn’t hurt my feelings I didn’t want it to be true.

  I hooked my fingers through my belt loops and stared at the floor.

  “Married is out of the question. She said she had no boyfriend. Maybe … gun-shy because she got burned?” That made sense. A stalker. A woman with a body like that who was still a virgin would be the gold trophy for any dude. But if she wasn’t interested, he might not have understood.

  “That’re probably it. Once bitten, twice shy.”

  If I could find out who the guy was, I’d be happy to make sure he never found her or even had the thought of trying to find her again. She’d feel safe again.

  “I’ll make sure she feels safe.”

  The idea of getting her alone just to talk was be amazing. She was sexy and beautiful but she had a sense of humor and certainly a sense of adventure. I could really get comfortable with a girl like that.

  When I stepped off the service elevator, an old man wearing brown pants and a rodeo trophy belt buckle was there to greet me.

  “You think you can take a look at this water fountain?” He waved me along to follow him. When he reached it, he pressed the bar and just a trickle of water oozed out the metal spout.

  “Well, that doesn’t look too good, does it?” I commented.

  “No, sir. Now take a look at this.” He led me around the corner to the kitchen. When he flipped the faucet on, the same pitiful dribble came out. “I think it’s connected somehow.”

  I scratched my head and nodded. This was going to take some time. But I never turned down overtime.