She laughs as we walk down the hall. “I think I’m rubbing off on you. But yeah, I could definitely use a drink.”
We stop in front of her door and she tilts her head to the side. “I know I left my door open. What the hell?”
Turning the knob, she walks in, but I stay behind, pulling out my phone to record what’s about to happen. Kara halts in the doorway, frozen in place but lets her hands come up to cover her surprised gasps at the display before her. Dozens and dozens of beautiful orchids and potted azaleas of every color cover every available inch of her office, making my own look pitiful compared to hers. Rose petals are spread across the carpet, leading to the man standing in the middle of it all, holding a single blue orchid out to her, her favorite.
When her hands leave her face, a quiet sob fills the room. Tears are streaming down her cheeks now, tears of happiness and surprise. Somehow she manages to make her feet work, walking ever so slowly over to Chris, taking the offered flower from him.
“Chris … I just … this is amazing. I thought … I thought for sure you had forgotten our anniversary,” she says between hiccupping sobs. I move further into the doorway, zooming in on their loving moment. She looks around before attaching her eyes to him. “But is it safe, you know, for everyone to know?”
A small crowd of women has gathered behind me, all sighing deeply at Chris’s display. Chris moves toward her, running his fingers through her loose hair before bending down, placing his lips upon hers. I’m finding it incredibly difficult to keep quiet while recording because I don’t want to ruin this moment for her when she watches it later.
And then a collective gasp is heard, the loudest being from Kara, as Chris drops to one knee before her. The smile on his face is one of complete and utter devotion and love as he looks straight into her eyes.
“Kara, you and I have been together for five years now, mostly in secret. I’m tired of hiding my love for you when I want to shout it to the rooftops that you are my everything, my reason for waking in the morning and my comfort in the dead of night. Our lives are forever intertwined, destined to be together from now until the end of eternity.”
He pulls out a velvet box from his pocket, opening it to show the stunning platinum two karat princess cut diamond ring. It’s the most elegant ring I’ve seen, a perfect match for Kara. Her hands fly to her mouth again as she blinks back tears.
“I knew the first moment I saw you that I was going to love you for the rest of my life. Your beauty, your brains, your quirky sense of humor, and even that foul mouth of yours … everything … the whole package that makes up you. It took us a while to get here, but I wouldn’t trade our journey for anything. Every part of it brought me closer and closer to this moment. And here I am on bended knee asking if you, Kara Elizabeth Thomas, will do me the great honor in becoming my wife?”
For the first time in all the years I’ve known Kara, she’s speechless. Tears continue to fall from her eyes as her head nods up and down quickly. Chris stands, pulling her hands away from her face and sliding the ring onto her finger, reverently kissing it when it rests in place. Kara tosses the flower she’s still clutching in her right hand onto her desk, cups his cheeks and pulls his face to hers. A bright beaming smile plays across her face.
“Yes, yes I’ll marry you.”
They embrace each other, both showering the other with love and tears. The tears are mostly from Kara. Chris pulls her into a heated kiss and a few cat calls begin to erupt from behind me. Once they pry their faces apart, Chris pulls Kara into his side and addresses the crowd at the door. I stop recording, sliding the phone back into my pocket as Kara makes her way over, engulfing me in a giant hug.
“You knew?” she asks, tears still streaming down her face. I brush them away and squeeze her shoulders.
“He told me about it earlier this week. My job was to keep you occupied while he set everything up.”
Kara turns to face her now fiancé and smiles warmly at him. Chris returns her smile and mouths “I love you” to her while being surrounded by several of the women in the office, all clucking their congratulations to him.
“Thank you, Tess, for your part in this. You know I love you wildly.”
“Love you too Kara,” I say before Chris makes his way to us, pulling her away from me, but only so he can stoop down and hug me himself.
“Thanks again Tess. I couldn’t have pulled it off without you.”
I brush away a happy tear and wave him off. “Yes you could have, but I’m glad to have been a part of it. Congratulations you two. You have no idea how excited I am for the both of you.”
Kara leans her head against Chris’s shoulder but is snapped upright when the same gaggle of women comes up to them, wanting to get a better look at her new ring. I stand back, watching my two friends being fawned over, letting them bask in the limelight and have their moment. Kara catches my eye as I pause at the doorway, mouthing a “thank you” to me before I head back to my own office.
A perfect scene to end my workday with. Every day should always end in love. And Chris and Kara have that in spades, as is apparent by her office. They’re going to have such a happy life together.
I check my watch as I round the corner, thinking perhaps I can sneak out early since my boss is currently preoccupied with his fiancée. And I assume they’ll be skipping out early as well to … celebrate.
Laughing to myself, not really wanting to think of what those two will be doing as soon as they leave, I walk through my office door. My steps falter when I see a beautiful dark haired man sitting in my office chair behind my desk. He looks quite at home, sitting with his feet propped on the desktop, an amused smirk gracing his striking face.
Kara’s off the cuff remarks pick this moment to swirl around in my head. Could I really just let go with Andrew and enjoy what we had together? It’s not like I’m not used to going without sex or intimacy. I’ve done it before. For many, many years. Mainly because it wasn’t enjoyable for me and then there was the little fact of not having a man in my life either. But Andrew opened up a whole new world for me in London, showing me the beauty of the act. How powerful the emotions can be and the intense connection that can bring two people into one whole being.
Without thinking, I close the door behind me and turn the lock to ensure our privacy. This is bold and a little frightening but exciting and natural. Everything about Andrew is natural. The way our bodies move together, the way he anticipates my needs before I know, even his little mannerisms and the gentle touches between us seem as if we’ve been doing it for years.
Calling upon all my seductive strength, I slowly approach my desk. Andrew’s eyes follow my movements as I stand next to him, leaning my body against the edge of my desk. My fingers lightly walk up his leg, starting at his ankle and slowly make their way to his knee.
“You’re sitting in my chair.” My voice is hoarse and throaty yet quiet and seductive. Andrew doesn’t move as my fingers travel higher, now above the knee, allowing me to feel the hard muscles of his thigh.
He reclines back slightly, putting his hands behind his head in a very relaxed position, acting like he belongs there. “This I know. You’re more than welcome to sit down, though. I think I’m more comfortable than this stuffy old chair.”
The rasp of his voice pushes me closer to the edge. His soft tone whispers in my ear, while still holding the hard edge that only comes out when he gets excited, making the baritone notes sing in the open space. His accent gets thicker, cradling each and every word with the sound of sex. I could listen to him talk all day in this voice and it would be enough for me.
There’s a knot in my stomach as my finger plays along the seam of his jeans, slowing down as they inch higher and higher. I love how he looks in jeans. The way they hug him just right, sitting low on his hips, accentuating his lower body in all the right places. My eyes travel up to his chest as it expands on steady breaths, causing my own to become less stable, slowing and then speeding up, unable to keep
in time with the emotions building inside me.
The corner of my mouth quirks up in what I hope is a seductive smile. “Is that so? Well, I guess I’ll just have to be the judge of that.”
Andrew is adorable when he’s playful like this but adorable is not the word I want to use in this situation. Scorching, sweltering, blistering, tempting, captivating, passionate, those are words I would use to describe him at this moment. I watch with rapt attention as he removes his feet from my desk, swinging them gracefully to the ground. With his lap free and clear I swing a leg over and straddle him. Holding on to the back of the chair for balance, I slowly lower myself down, leaning forward ever so slightly to covertly inhale his primal masculine scent.
I feel reckless and carefree, something new and yet familiar with Andrew. He’s the only person who has ever been able to show me that I can be something more than a timid little girl, afraid of the world because she’s been slighted her entire life.
Andrew’s hands grab my hips, dragging our bodies closer together, letting my heated core brush up against his erection, now standing prominently at attention below his jeans. On instinct, my hips gyrate forward, rubbing against him, sending a shock of arousal through my system. It’s been too long since I’ve felt this feeling, too long since I’ve felt this good.
“Does your chair feel this good?”
Andrew is just as affected as I am right now. Need, desire, lust, all thick in the air surrounding us. Those bright blue eyes I adore dilate, making the blue almost black as I subtly grind up against him again. Andrew lets out a hissing breath before his head falls slightly backward against the chair.
“No, it definitely does not feel this good. Nothing feels as good as this.”
I’m panting, unashamedly, and I don’t care about anything at the moment. I don’t care about the rules we’ve set for dating or the fact that we’re still in my office and there are people milling about outside. None of it matters right now. The only thing I can focus on is the pleasure radiating through my body, being transferred from Andrew to me. My one-track mind only wants Andrew and everything he can give me. My lips crave his, wanting to taste him, feel his smooth tongue caress the inside of my mouth, owning me, making me his once again.
“Tessa, you’re going to completely undo me right now. I want you too much to stop. I’ve missed the taste of your skin, the feel of your body beneath mine, the little noises you make when you come,” Andrew whispers in my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth. A shock runs through my system and I lightly cry out.
“Ah, Andrew.”
He twirls his tongue around my ear and I can feel my body getting ready for him, aching to be touched. My hips rock forward again, causing another reaction from Andrew. I’m not sure how much longer we can resist the temptation to just let go and give in to our desires. I begin unbuttoning his shirt, placing soft kisses on the newly exposed skin.
A groan escapes Andrew’s lips, furthering my own desire. He’s trying to stay in control, trying to keep his emotions in check, but the look in his eyes tells me he may be losing that battle.
Wanting to embrace my new brazen self, I boldly pull his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it the rest of the way to fully expose his beautifully tanned chest. I inch my body back on his lap, trailing my lips down the hard muscles while my tongue darts out to taste his skin. Andrew’s hips shift again, trying to seek out the friction that was once above him. I smile, scooting further back as my lips travel down to his rock hard abs, feeling the muscles contract with the soft contact.
Unable to remain sitting on him, I drop to the floor between his knees. Andrew’s head shoots up, looking down at me with a mixture of confusion and lust. He wants this, but I know he’s thinking about our arrangement in the back of his mind.
With a dexterity that I didn’t know I possessed, I swiftly release him from his jeans, sliding them just over his hips to gain access to what I want most. His boxers follow the same path, letting his cock spring free. Andrew gently cups my face while I lean forward, placing a reverent kiss upon the tip before taking his sensitive head entirely into my warm mouth.
“Fuck, Tessa,” Andrew says in a strangled moan. He brushes the hair away from my face, wanting to watch me please him, loving him the only way I can right now. Our eyes connect, making the act more intimate and personal, keeping us close together. The sounds he makes as my tongue works around the hardened flesh sends heat shooting through my veins. Yes, this is an act I’m not quite familiar with but looking at him coming undone because of me, of what I’m doing, is almost enough to send me over the edge with him.
Andrew swells with each stroke of my tongue, tracing the throbbing veins, pulling him deep and then teasing him with short, soft licks. His hands tighten in my hair and I know he’s holding back.
“Tessa, I’m not going to last. It’s too good. It’s … fuck, your mouth … it feels too good.”
His words push me further, sending my efforts into overdrive, wanting nothing more than to have him find his release. His cock jerks again as my tongue runs over the ridge of his head where I’m gifted with the first taste of his salty, sweet release as it coats my tongue. Knowing he’s ready, I draw him all the way back, which causes him to fully release and pour stream after stream down the back of my throat. He groans out his orgasm and gently rocks into my mouth as I take everything he has to give to me. I ease my ministrations, allowing him to come back down to earth gently.
Looking into his glazed over eyes, a smile forms on my lips. I did that to him. Me. No man has ever looked at me the way Andrew does. The reverence, the worshipping smile, the sheer awe in his face at this very moment makes my heart expand even more. It’s a heady feeling, a power trip if you will.
I carefully tuck him back into his jeans while his breathing regulates. He’s flushed, but a smile graces his face, lighting it up even more. Andrew pulls me off the floor, setting me on the edge of my desk. He moves the chair so he’s between my knees and pulls my face to his, reverently kissing me. I’m a little reluctant to kiss him, knowing what we just did, but it doesn’t seem to affect him.
“Mmm, I can taste myself on your tongue. Bloody fantastic. Let’s see how you taste on mine.”
“Andrew, no, you don’t have to …”
But I can’t get any more words out as he lifts the sweater over my head, gently pushing me down onto the desk. I hear the chair being kicked to the side with obvious impatience. The hand sliding down the column of my throat distracts me as it glides between my breasts. Fingers slip under the cup of my bra to tease a hardened nipple. Then Andrew is leaning over me, trailing his lips over the path his hand just took, pulling my cup to the side and freeing my breast. His tongue laps at the sensitive peak, allowing me to quietly cry out. He attempts to shush me between licks, reminding me that we’re not entirely alone. But I’m too wound up, too turned on as he moves his mouth lower down my body.
“Andrew, please.”
I have no idea what I’m begging for; if I’m asking him to stop, to keep going, to never stop. All I know is that I want him right here, right now. He smiles against my skin, continuing his journey down my stomach, pausing to twirl his tongue around my navel. My hips buck upward, wanting to find some sort of relief. Andrew moves his hands to pin down my hips, halting my movements then shifting them to unbutton my pants, pulling them and my panties down my legs.
My hands run through his hair, down his face and neck, caressing every inch of skin they can through his still open shirt. With a gentle nudge, he opens my legs further, exposing my slick flesh to him. The blood pounds through my veins as my chest rises rapidly, gasping for precious air while Andrew admires me, worshiping my body with his eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
He lowers his head, taking that first long stroke of his tongue against my flesh. My hands grab the edge of my desk, holding me down as my eyes roll into the back of my head from the sheer pleasure Andrew is bringing me. My soft cries surround us,
mindful to keep them moderately quiet as he works me into an emotional frenzy; expertly playing my body like an instrument he’s practiced his entire life. The sensations switch between his fingers and tongue, using both to bring me higher into the clouds. Soon, it all proves to be too much. My fingernails claw at my desk while my legs shake with the need for release.
“I want to taste you, Tessa. Let go. I want all of you. Right. Now.”
Another few flicks of his tongue and I’m lost to the world, catapulting my body high into the heavens as stars appear before my eyes. My tongue caresses his name as it falls from my lips over and over again. My inner walls spasm, clenching the fingers still thrusting inside me, making sure that every ounce of pleasure is brought to my body.
Coherent thought returns slowly as my eyes open in a flutter, barely registering Andrew hovering over me again. My body feels spent and lifeless, a feeling I’ve missed. He leans forward, placing a kiss upon my lips, letting his tongue dart quickly inside.
“Just as I thought. We taste good together.”
Another soft kiss then Andrew pulls me up to a standing position, putting my clothes back in their respective places. His lips trail up my semi-naked torso while wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me close to him. My fingers play with the silky strands of his hair, slightly damp at the roots. The heady scent of sex fills the room and I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to work Monday morning behind this desk and not think of this moment.
“Hi,” he whispers once his lips find mine again. I flush, feeling slightly embarrassed, even though I have absolutely no reason to be.
“Hi,” I whisper back. “I hope no one heard us. I don’t think I’d be able to show my face here again if they did.”
He presses his forehead against mine and laughs lightly. “You were perfect. Absolutely perfect, love.” A flash of concern appears in his eyes as he stares intently into mine. “How do you feel about this?”
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