“Oh,” I breathe out the moment his hips are pressing into my ass.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined doing this.” He thrusts back in again—harder, deeper. “Those shoes have run miles in my head.” He grinds his hips into me, making me bite down on my lower lip to keep from calling out.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Do you like that?” he asks, squeezing my hips as he pushes into me.
I feel like playing the part of the good little secretary. “Yes, sir,” I reply. This only makes him let out a growl as his hips work faster. He clearly liked that, so I keep going. “Oh, Mr. Lewis . . .”
Another growl fills my ears as his hips become erratic.
“Yes, don’t stop,” I beg, more for his sake than mine. What’s he’s doing feels good, but I’m nowhere near ready to finish and I can tell that this was meant to be a quickie. He’ll have to owe me one after this go-round.
He lets out a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a growl as he explodes into me. He pounds out every last wave of his release, hips jerking and sputtering to a stop. Finally, he freezes behind me.
He removes himself from me and tucks himself back into his pants as I stand up, pushing my skirt back into place. I look up and meet his eyes. He’s smirking and he draws closer.
“I really liked that dirty secretary stuff.” He kisses me.
I giggle against his lips. “I thought you would.”
I pull away and walk around the desk to leave his office, but he catches me at the door for one more kiss. “Maybe we can do that at home later?”
“We better. You owe me one.”
He pulls back out of surprise. “I owe you one?” he asks. “You usually get off three or four times while I only get off once. If anyone has achieved higher numbers, it’s you,” he says around a smile as he opens the door.
I go to step out, but find Daniel standing there, arms crossed and smiling wide. Matthew and I both stand frozen in place.
“My office,” he tells Matthew. He looks back at me. “Poppy, I ordered us all some lunch from the Italian place down the street. Would you mind picking it up?”
“No problem,” I agree, heading to my desk to get my things.
It’s not until I walk outside that I realize I don’t have my panties. Shit. I can’t go back in there. Not now. Not after we’ve been caught. Surely he knows exactly what all that noise was, even though I was trying to be quiet. My face grows hot as the embarrassment takes over. I pick up the speed of my walking, almost like I can walk it off or outrun it, but that isn’t the case. Embarrassment is faster than my legs and it can’t be outrun.
“So, what did Daniel have to say today?” I ask when we get in the car to drive home.
He looks at me then moves his eyes away to start the car. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Is he mad? Did he know what we were doing? Oh! That reminds me . . . I left my panties in there. I’ve been commando all day.”
He looks back at me now, grin in place. “I know,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out my red lace thong.
I gasp and grab for it, but he pulls it out of reach. “Oh no. I’ve been holding on to this as a reminder that I owe you one.”
I giggle. “You’ve had my panties in your pocket all afternoon?”
“Mm-hmm. And every time I put my hand in my pocket, I managed to excite myself. Wasn’t bad until I forgot and did it during a meeting. I couldn’t stand up to show the guy to the door.”
I laugh harder at this.
“Oh, you laugh now, but when we get home, I’m fucking you into exhaustion. You’ll have to beg me to stop making you come.”
My body flashes with heat and my muscles tighten with anticipation. But when we get home, I don’t regret a minute of it. It seems we’ve found our new game: tease each other all day so we combust when we get home. And I don’t plan on losing.
The next day, while Matthew is in the middle of a meeting, he calls my desk phone to ask me to give him some paperwork. Instead of answering him in words, I moan softly into the phone. I hear a loud thud come from his office, which I can also hear through the phone. I don’t know what it was, but I have a feeling it was a direct response to that moan. I top it off with an “I need you now,” which I say in a breathy moan.
I hear him clear his throat then whisper, “If you think I can get up and retrieve that paperwork now, you’re very mistaken.”
I giggle. “I’m coming,” I say just as breathlessly, then hang up the phone and gather the paperwork he needs. I walk into his office and set it down on his desk. “Here you go, Mr. Lewis. Everything you asked for.”
His jaw tightens and his eyes narrow, their depths deeper than any ocean. “Thank you,” he replies, watching me as I walk out, swaying my ass a little more than necessary.
When his client leaves, he walks him out, waves goodbye, and looks at me once we’re alone. “I’m going to get you back for that.”
I just smile and giggle.
“I have to go out for a moment. What time is my next appointment?”
I look down at the screen. “Forty-five minutes. Where are you going?”
He grins. “It’s a surprise. I’ll be right back.” He walks out, leaving me wondering what he has up his sleeve.
Thirty minutes later, he’s back with a small black bag tucked under his arm. He motions for me to join him in his office and I do so gladly, needing to know what’s in the bag. I step inside as he closes the door, takes my wrist, and directs me over to his desk. He drops down to his knees before me.
Oh!
He reaches up my skirt and pulls my panties down my legs, so I step out of them for him. But instead of moving my skirt out of the way to get to the goods, he opens the bag and pulls out new panties. He motions for me to step into them and I do so, confused.
“What’s the point of this?” I ask, suddenly feeling let down. “I thought we were going to have some fun.”
“We are,” he replies, looking up at me from his place on the floor.
“How is this fun?”
“Well,” he says, standing up now and reaching into his pocket. “You seem to think it’s fun to tease me when I can’t do anything about it, so I thought I’d have some fun of my own.” That’s when the hand in his pocket moves and a strong vibration goes off between my legs. I jump and he laughs.
He pulls the remote out of his pocket and shows it to me. “Whenever I feel like I may need some attention from you, I’m going to press this little button.” His finger moves to the button, pressing it and making my panties vibrate. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
“You can’t expect me to wear these all day long! What if I just go into the bathroom and take them off?”
“If you’re not wearing these panties when we get home, I won’t touch you for the rest of the evening.”
My mouth drops open. “What? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious. Now, you may go back to your desk. Leave the door open. I want to hear you when I press this button.”
With a huff, I turn on my heel and leave his office, taking a seat at my desk.
Eighteen
Matthew
It would be too much fun to press this button the moment she sits down. But she’ll be expecting that. No, I plan on waiting until she’s managed to forget what she’s wearing—maybe a moment when she needs to be on the phone or addressing a client. That sounds like a lot more fun to me.
I set down the remote and get back to work, combing through piles and piles of paperwork. I get completely lost in it and forget all about the power I have sitting on the side of my desk—that is, until I hear the main office door open. My next client has arrived.
“Hello, Mr. Baron. I’ll let Mr. Lewis know that you’ve—” I hit the button. “Arrived!” she yells, making the old man jump.
I can’t hold back my laugh as she comes walking up to my door, legs squeezed together like she’s going to pee her pants at
any second.
“Stop that!” she whisper-yells.
I take my finger off the button and put it down. “Your client is here,” she breathes out, her eyes as dark as midnight.
“Show him in, please.”
Mr. Baron enters and we shake hands as he takes a seat in front of me.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Baron?” I ask, but my eyes catch a glimpse of the remote on my desk and I pick it up, turning it over and over in my hands as I listen.
“I’d like to make some changes to my will. My wife just passed away and I need to move everything to my children’s names.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that, but I think we can get everything taken care of quickly and easily.”
He nods as I lean forward and start tapping on the keyboard, leaving the remote in my lap. I pull up the documents we need and print them off using the printer on the other end of my desk. I start explaining the paperwork—showing him how we’re taking one name off and replacing it with the names of his children. I watch as he signs the paper that states he’s authorizing this change, then he has to look everything over to ensure it’s correct, and sign again. As I’m waiting for him to approve of everything, the phone on my desk rings. How odd. She never calls when I’m with a client unless it’s urgent. I pick up. “Yes?”
She’s breathless. “Please, please stop pushing the button. I’ve already come three times.”
“What? I’m not pushing . . .” Then I look down at my lap and see that the remote is no longer there. It fell between my legs, and after so much shifting back and forth in my chair, it somehow wedged itself beneath me. I’m sitting on the remote. I lift up and she lets out a sigh. “Thank you,” she breathes out.
I can’t hold back my laughter. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention.”
“Mm-hmm.” She doesn’t buy it. Instead, she just hangs up the phone.
I wrap things up with Mr. Baron and show him to the door. Then I turn to face Poppy.
“I’m so sorry. I was sitting on the remote.”
“Yeah, well, that was perfect timing, because I was actually booking you an appointment when it went off.”
“Over the phone?” I smirk, imagining what that person thought.
“No, not over the phone. He was a walk-in!”
This makes me laugh harder. She stands back, letting me get it all out. Finally, when I can no longer breathe, I’m able to stand up and dry the tears from my eyes.
She smirks. “I really don’t know why you’re laughing. I came in front of some guy! He knows my ‘O’ face thanks to you!”
I want to find that funny but I can’t. Instead, I’m instantly annoyed that some man saw her in a way only I’m supposed to see her.
“He really liked the performance. He gave me his number and told me to call him. He said that if I get that excited about booking an appointment, then I’d probably get really happy about a date!” She picks up a piece of paper and shows it to me. It has a phone number and the name above it reads John Parker.
“Fuck this guy,” I say, crumpling the paper and tossing it into the trash can.
She holds out her hand. “Can I have the remote now?”
I slide my hand into my pocket where the remote is and hold it tight. “No. It’s mine.”
“You still want to play this game after that mistake?”
I think it over. No, but I like the idea of her being teased and waiting for me all day. “I promise I’ll be more careful. I swear.”
She takes a deep breath, but I can see she’s giving me the benefit of the doubt. “Fine, but another slip-up like that one and it’ll be me who doesn’t touch you tonight.”
I reluctantly agree and go back into my office. As I sit behind my desk, holding the remote in my hand, I can’t help but wonder how wet she is right now. Three times? She got off three times while I was in that one meeting? I’m going to have to be more careful, or she’s going to be exhausted before we even get home. But fuck, I bet her pussy is glowing pink and glistening right now. I can’t help but lick my lips. My will to hold out on her until we get home is crumbling. Now more than before, I want to fuck her so hard against my desk that we move it across the room. My dick hardens in my pants just from thinking about it.
I hit the button and hear a thump. She probably jumped and hit her knee on the bottom of the desk. I figure I’ll just hit the button once every 10 minutes or so. This will keep her on her toes so she’s more than ready for me by the time we get to come together.
She seems stiff as we walk across the street to go into the parking garage. Neither of us speaks as we climb into the car, and when she sits down, she crosses her legs like she needs all the added pressure she can get. I smirk to myself but don’t mention it as I drive us back home for the day.
The moment we walk in the door, she’s spinning around and jumping into my arms. Her legs wrap around my hips and I hear her skirt tear, but that doesn’t stop either of us. My hands land on her ass as I carry her into my room. I kick the door shut behind us and start stripping out of my jacket as we kiss. She’s holding on so tight, I don’t even have to hold her. Once the jacket hits the floor, my hands find her thighs, moving upward until I find the rip up the seam. I place a hand on each side, pulling in opposite directions. The fabric rips up the middle and I pull it out from between us.
I toss it to the side and lay her down on the bed. Our kiss breaks momentarily as I free myself from my pants. Her panties are still in my way, and in my haste to be inside her, I yank at them. The thin lace rips, but at least she’s bare now, allowing me to thrust inside her. As I expected, the junction between her legs is pink and glistening with her arousal. We both let out a moan at the sensation of finally being together again. We’ve been welded together more often than not lately. In fact, it’s to the point where it just doesn’t feel right if we’re not together.
Her arm reaches around my neck and pulls my mouth back to hers while I move in and out of her. One hand is cupping the back of her head while the other is grasping her hip, pulling her into my thrusts. I’m breathless from our kiss, and that’s making me dizzy, but it’s a sensation I crave. I don’t dare break our kiss. I can already feel her muscles tightening around me, driving me mad with need. I don’t need to get off myself—well, I do, but that’s not what’s driving me. I need to make her come undone around me. I need to watch the passion and pleasure reach her face and change her emotions. I need to feel her milking my dick for every last drop. I need to feel her hot breath against my skin and her loud moans filling my ears. All of my needs suddenly revolve around her.
She shatters around me and I burn every aspect into my memory—sear it there to keep it locked away forever. I don’t know where the future will take us, but I know whether I get to keep her or not, I’ll always have this.
Thinking about taking this moment and placing it in a glass jar that I can forever keep on a shelf inside my head pushes me over the edge, and my release rises to the surface. My hips start to move at their own pace and my thrusting becomes erratic as I lose all control of my body. My head climbs high into the clouds as my heart races to catch up. My orgasm comes rushing out of me like a freight train: fast, uncontrollable, and loud as I call out her name. Her name falls from my lips like a prayer. A name I once spit out in disgust is a name I now crave saying.
I collapse on top of her and she holds me close as we both work to regain control of our bodies. I can feel her heart racing right alongside mine. Her lungs are working harder to get the air she needs.
“Fuck, Poppy,” I breathe out as I remove myself from her. “Remind me to buy more of those panties.”
She giggles. “Why do we need more than one pair?”
“You can’t wear the same panties every day, now can you?”
She laughs and playfully smacks my chest. “No way am I giving you control of my panties every day. You just about killed me today.”
“Come on, I like knowing you’re horny and craving me all day
.”
Her eyes meet mine. “You don’t need a remote for that.”
I reach out and pull her against my chest, breathing in her scent—perfume mixed with sweat and sex. I feel like her scent is burned into my nostrils, but it’s a burn I crave, and one I miss when I’ve gone too long without inhaling her. I’m fairly certain I’m beyond addicted to her—now a junkie praying for his next fix and counting down the minutes until I can have her time and time again.
Nineteen
Poppy
Minutes spent with him feel like seconds. Time passes too quickly—speeding up when we’re together and slowing down when we have to be apart during work mode, while our evenings are bittersweet, knowing our time is limited. Our week passes by in a mix of rushed minutes and dragging seconds. Friday rolls around again and we’re making our way back to his grandmother’s house for dinner.
“Will your father be attending?” I ask as we hold hands on our drive.
He doesn’t look away from the road as he answers. “I don’t know, but I doubt it. He always has an excuse to get out of dinner.”
“But brunch is a different story?”
“Gran won’t let him get out of both, and he’d rather spend his Friday nights working late at the office.”
“How’s her health doing? Any updates?” I ask because this thing we’re doing is for her benefit, and I want to know when I need to start pulling away so our separation will be as easy as possible for me. I’m sure he’ll be fine getting his life and home back to normal, but recently, I’ve found myself getting too comfortable. I have to keep reminding myself that this isn’t real. He isn’t falling in love with me. This situation is just convenient for him, and even though that saddens me slightly, I’m okay with it because I knew what I was signing up for. I don’t wish for forever with him. I can’t. I’m not entitled to it after this short amount of time. I’ve already gotten more than I expected. But I do hope that when this ends—when we each go back to our normal lives—that he keeps a small piece of me with him. I hope he continues to be the man he only shows to me.
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