“I'm going to grab another beer. Do you ladies want anything?” Brandon asked.
We all agreed that we needed a refill of our wine. I began to stand up to go with him to help carry drinks, but Carroll beat me to it.
“I'll go with you, Brandon––you can't carry it all.”
“It’s okay, I'll go with him,” I said.
“It’s no problem, Spence –– I'm already heading that way. You just sit here and relax and we’ll be back in a few,” Carroll assured me with a wink.
“Okay, sure, glass of Chardonnay. Thank you!”
“You got it, Babe,” Brandon said and kissed my cheek.
Just as Brandon and Carroll left, I saw one of the new fitness consultants approaching our table. Acyn was a nice guy and likeable, but he was also a total ladies’ man and had already flirted his way through most of the office.
“Hey, Spencer––ladies,” Acyn greeted in his Southern drawl as he came closer to our table.
“Hey, Acyn, how are you?” I asked as he sat down in Brandon’s seat next to me.
“I'm doing better now,” he said with a wink.
“Acyn, you look very nice tonight,” Bel said flirtatiously.
“Thanks, Bel. Ladies, I have to say that you all look beautiful––love the dress, Spencer,” Acyn said as he leaned close to me and winked, gently bumping my shoulder with his.
“Thank you,” I said politely as I shifted away from him.
A few seconds later, Brandon and Carroll were back from the bar with our drinks.
“Oh, Acyn, I’m sorry––didn't know you were here. I would have gotten you a beer, too,” Carroll said.
“It's okay, I just got here actually,” Acyn said as he gave Brandon the once-over.
Brandon met his gaze evenly and smiled briefly. “Sorry, man, but if you don’t mind?” He nodded to where Acyn was sitting, indicating that Acyn had taken his seat.
I quickly piped up, “Acyn, this is my boyfriend, Brandon. Brandon this is Acyn. He is one of our new fitness consultants.”
Even though Brandon worked out almost everyday at the gym, Acyn was a bit bulkier than he was. Acyn had the most piercing blue eyes and his hair was chocolate brown like Brandon's. Brandon was a few inches taller than Acyn, but they both had killer smiles guaranteed to get any lady's panties wet.
“Nice to meet you,” Brandon said, sticking out his hand to shake Acyn's.
Acyn's eyes flitted quickly between me and Brandon. I had never told him that I had a boyfriend and he had never asked. He flirted with everyone in the office, so I never took him seriously. As I watched his reaction to Brandon, I started to realize that I may have misunderstood what I had thought to be casual flirting.
“Yeah man, you've got a great girl here. Sorry for stealing your seat,” he said as he got up and let Brandon have his chair back.
“I know I do,” Brandon said, slinging his arm over my shoulder as he sat down and kissed my cheek. “She’s the best.”
Acyn took a seat next to Sue, which was directly in front of me. While we all talked about our plans for the holidays, I caught Acyn frequently staring at me. I was sure Brandon noticed because he would casually squeeze my leg each time. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable when Brandon leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“So, Babe, I still haven't seen your office.”
“Oh, yeah. Would you like a personal guided tour?” I whispered back as I grinned and winked at him mischievously.
“Lead the way, Babe.”
“If you all would excuse us again,” I said to the crowded table.
I grabbed Brandon's hand, lacing our fingers and led him towards the elevators. As we stopped at the elevator doors, I pushed the up button and looked up at Brandon’s face.
“What's wrong?” I asked when I noticed he looked mildly annoyed.
“Nothing. Sorry––I just haven't seen anyone flirt with you before. Just struck a nerve.”
I didn't respond right away. I just looked at him and bit my lip as I smiled. I could never get enough of him, so for him to act jealous over something like that was a little disappointing. I had spent the last three and half months watching women flirt endlessly with him. I actually thought for a brief moment that maybe Acyn flirting with me was a good thing––it would show Brandon what I had been exposed to.
“Babe, you have nothing to worry about. I'm yours,” I said. As the elevator doors opened, I pulled him inside with our hands still laced together. When I turned back around to face the front of the elevator, I saw Acyn watching us. I quickly pushed the button for the fifth floor and then stepped back to Brandon's side.
“You're mine?” he asked, stepping in front of me and bringing his face inches from mine as the elevator doors closed.
“Yes,” I whispered, looking into his mocha eyes, which caused my heart to skip a beat and my stomach to clench a little in anticipation of his touch.
Brandon reached down for my hands, pushed me back against the elevator wall and held my arms above my head as he claimed my mouth.
“Mine,” he mumbled against my lips.
“Yours.”
Our mouths were fused together in a passionate kiss as we rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. Brandon pressed his body against mine as he pinned me to the wall and his erection pressed into my lower belly. The ding of the elevator and the doors opening brought me back to reality.
“Come on, let me show you my office,” I said, breaking our kiss and stepping around him. I held out my hand and he took it, lacing our fingers tightly together again.
“I don't know how I lasted this long with you wearing that dress.”
“I guess I made a good purchase then,” I said with a satisfied grin. “So this is it,” I announced as we walked down the dimly lit hallway to my office, “my home away from home.”
My company, Better Keep Jogging Baby, was located in downtown San Francisco. The office assigned to me was small, but it had the slightest view of the Bay Bridge off in the distance, which was a huge perk. My desk was neatly organized with very little paperwork or other clutter in sight as most of my work was done electronically via email.
I had a couple of framed photographs hanging on the wall, one of them a recent gift from Becca. It was a picture of a field of Texas Bluebonnets that she had taken before moving from Austin to San Francisco and it was currently hanging on the wall next to my door. Each time I looked at the picture, it reminded me of Brandon and his roots.
“So this is where you spend most of your day?” Brandon asked as we stepped into my office and I flipped on the fluorescent ceiling light, momentarily blinding us. I quickly shut it off, but even with the them off, my office was lit up from the city lights and the half moon that shone brightly in the December night sky.
“Yep, this is where I slave away forty hours a week,” I said, chuckling.
“Do you think of me during the day?”
“What? Of course. I think about you most of the day.”
“Uh huh...”
Before I realized it, Brandon had closed my office door and picked me up, carrying me over to the back of my desk, moving the chair out of the way.
“What are you doing?” I squealed.
“Claiming what is mine, Babe.”
Brandon laid me down on the top of my desk and pushed my legs apart as his hips settled between mine. I raised myself up onto my elbows as Brandon quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. My belly clenched again in anticipation as I felt my panties begin to dampen.
“Babe, this is my office,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“And?”
“And, what if someone comes in?” My heart began to race as I thought of one of the girls walking in on us or worse yet, my boss.
“Who would come up to your office right now?” he asked as he continued to work on his jeans, sliding them off his hips and down to his ankles.
“I don't know... but what if?”
“That is part of th
e excitement, Babe. But everyone is downstairs. No one is going to come up here,” he assured me.
I paused for a few seconds before responding. “Fine,” I agreed, “but we have to hurry just in case.”
Brandon ripped open a silver condom wrapper and slid the latex onto his hard length. I chuckled slightly to myself––he was turning into a horny teenager because it never failed; he always had a condom with him.
“How are you always prepared?” I asked.
“Have to be, especially when you wear a dress,” he said as he smirked and leaned over me, claiming my mouth.
A moan escaped my throat as I felt his hand go under my dress. He grabbed the edge of the desk above my head as he ran his tongue along my collarbone and up my neck, sending shivers down my entire body. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he turned slightly, bringing his mouth to mine as I kissed him hungrily.
His fingers hooked under my panties and dipped in, tracing my center as I sucked in a breath. “How are you always so wet?” he whispered.
I moaned again as he inserted two fingers deep inside my core. I began to bend my legs so I could plant the bottom of my feet onto the top of my desk and get comfortable. Brandon shook his head as he broke our kiss, stood up, and slid me to the edge, my back sliding effortlessly across the oak desk.
My legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped closer, yanking the fragile lace of my panties to the side as he sank slowly into me. No matter how many times we made love, the feeling of the man I loved entering me still felt like the best thing in the world. I clenched my pussy around him as he slowly slid back and forth. He was looking down to where his massive cock was stretching me wide open, my white lace panties crudely shoved to the side.
“Like what you see?” I murmured.
“Very much,” he said approvingly.
We locked eyes then, as he continued to pump slowly. My heart began to race at the sight of his smoldering eyes. I wrapped my legs around him tighter as his pace began to quicken. My hands grasped the edge of my desk, his hands around my hips as he thrust vigorously into me.
“You are so fucking hot and tight,” he groaned.
Our bodies rocked in sync as he went deeper inside me, over and over, quickly bringing me to my release. I closed my eyes, turning my head to the side, trying to stifle a loud moan as my body shook with the pleasure running through me. Brandon grunted at his own release moments later.
I opened my eyes again, turning my head to Brandon as he leaned down and kissed me softly. “God, I love you, Spencer.”
“I love you too, Babe,” I said, returning his soft kiss.
He slowly withdrew from me, removed his condom, and tied the end. I started to get up from the desk, but Brandon pushed me back and grabbed my panties, pulling them off me before quickly stuffing them in the pocket of his jeans with the condom as he righted his pants.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Those are mine,” I said, sticking out my hand for them.
“Actually, I just claimed you, so they are mine,” he said with a wink.
“No, no, I need my panties back.”
“Why?”
“I can't just walk around without underwear on,” I protested.
“Sure you can.”
“Seriously, you want me to walk out of here with no underwear on? We are at my company’s holiday party!”
“I'm not sure if I am done with you, yet,” he said as he grabbed my hand and walked to the door.
“What do you mean you aren't sure if you are done with me, yet?”
“My right hand barely got to touch you. It likes to touch you.”
“What?” I laughed nervously.
“You're in a dress with no underwear on. My hand might get cold when we are sitting downstairs at the table.”
“You better not!”
“Challenge accepted,” he said as he opened my office door, winking at me.
“I swear to God, you better behave!” I said, shoving his shoulder a little.
“You'll just have to wait and see,” he said with his smirk. He knew what that smirk did to me.
Brandon grabbed my hand and led us back to the elevators. As we approached our table downstairs, all eyes turned to us. Bel and Carroll both lifted an eyebrow at me, a knowing smile on both their faces. They clearly knew and would more than likely have done the same thing if they were in my position.
“Get lost?” Sue asked as Bel and Carroll broke out in laughter. I immediately flushed and my eyes darted to Acyn. He met my eyes briefly, his face expressionless, before standing up and walking away without a word.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brandon: How’s your desk today?
Me: Not funny!
Brandon: Come on, it’s pretty funny :P
Me: I definitely can’t look anyone in the eye when they come in my office, lol.
Brandon: Good, now you won’t forget me.
Me: You’re being ridiculous. How could I ever forget you?
Brandon: Just making sure you can’t. Anyway, I’ll see you at 5. Love you!
Me: K, love you too!
Since it was Friday, Brandon was picking me up from work and then we were heading home to pack for Texas. I planned to give him his Christmas gift tonight as tomorrow when we landed, we were going straight to Dallas instead of first going to his parents’ in Houston. The game was on Sunday; however, we were spending the night in Dallas since the game started at noon. Robert and Aimee thought it would be better to have a late breakfast and hang around until game time. We had decided to surprise Brandon and not let him know ahead of time that his parents, his brother Blake and date were going to meet up with us and go to the game.
Blake was the last of Brandon’s immediate family who I needed to meet. After the drama with Christy, Robert and Aimee wanted to jump on the next flight to come back and check on me. Brandon had to assure them and my own parents that he had everything under control and would take good care of me. He was true to his word, not leaving my side the entire weekend or during the next few days when I called in sick. He left Jason to handle everything at the gym and stayed home with me, claiming he was long past due taking a few days of vacation anyway.
Since that week, Aimee and I texted a lot and we had even come up with Brandon’s Christmas present together. I was really looking forward to seeing them again. Needless to say, Robert and Aimee were relieved that Christy faked the pregnancy. I know they were a little disappointed they wouldn’t be grandparents just yet, but under the circumstances, everyone was relieved.
Blake was two years younger than Brandon’s age of thirty. They had a relationship similar to the one my sister, Stephanie, and I shared. It’s hard to keep in touch with family, especially when you don’t live near them or in the same state like Brandon and Blake. I already missed my sister and I had just seen her a few weeks prior at Thanksgiving. I knew Brandon would be over the moon to go to a Cowboys game with his whole family.
“Hey, Spence,” Bel said as she knocked on my office door, interrupting my thoughts of my weekend plans.
“Hey, what’s up?” I said, looking up at her.
“That lunch we had made me tired,” she said as she sat in the chair in the front of my desk.
“You mean the mojitos we had?” I asked, laughing.
“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t drink at lunch. I can’t seem to focus, even if it is tweeting. I keep wanting to rest my eyes.”
“Whatever, it’s Fuck Off Friday and plus, no one is here. I’m pretty sure I am the boss right now.”
“Oh, I think you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t tell my boss that I want to take a nap instead of work,” she said, laughing.
“I’m tired, too. Last night wore me out!”
“I bet it did,” she said with a wink.
“You know nothing,” I said, pointing my pen at her.
“I know that when you excused yourselves, you were gone a very long time. Which I am assuming means you went somewhere and fucked Brandon’s brains
out.”
I immediately blushed. Bel was one of the most outspoken people I had ever met. I wasn’t sure why I was embarrassed, but I was feeling slightly humiliated. “Okay, we did!” I said as I dropped my pen on the desk and leaned back in my office chair, covering my face.
“I knew it!”
“Please, like you wouldn’t do the same.”
“Oh, no, I would––actually, I have,” Bel said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back in her chair.
“You have?” Why was I actually surprised at this? I was pretty sure that when I went clubbing with Bel and Carroll, they took their fair share of guys into the bathroom.
“Of course, I have.”
“Here?”
“No, I tried last night, though.”
“Oh my God, with who?” I asked as I leaned up, putting my elbows on the desk and my chin in my hands.
“Acyn.”
“Acyn?”
“Yeah, but after you and Brandon left, he left, too. I even used my best moves on him, but he didn’t bite.”
“Huh...well maybe that is for the best. Probably would have been awkward today, right?”
“Maybe. He is just so fucking hot!”
“Yeah, he is.” Acyn was hot. If I weren't in love with Brandon, I probably would have acted on my suspicions from last night. Acyn was a sweetheart, but if I was jealous of the girls throwing themselves at Brandon, I could only imagine it would be a hell of a lot worse with Acyn.
Bel and I talked in my office until it was five o’clock and finally time to go home. Thankfully, she didn’t ask me where Brandon and I had ended up having sex since we switched the topic to talking about her instead. BKJB was closed for the holidays and we didn’t have to return until the Second of January. I couldn’t wait to go to Texas and Seattle. It was going to be such a wonderful holiday vacation.
The only thing I wasn’t looking forward to was returning home from Texas because Brandon and Jason were headed to Seattle early to prepare for the grand opening. Becca and I were going to have a girls’ day and get manicures, pedicures and our eyebrows threaded at Club 24 to prepare for our weekend of partying in Seattle. She actually talked me into a Brazilian bikini wax, which I was going to surprise Brandon with the first night we were in Seattle. I couldn’t wait!
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