Modern Girl's Guide to Office Romance

by Gina Drayer

  “Yes,” she gasped against his neck. “Jason.”

  “That’s it. Come for me, baby.” He reached down between them and massaged her clit, and that was all it took to set her off. Unable to hold back, she let out a scream as her body exploded into shudders. He gripped her ass in his big hands as he pushed one last time inside her before finding his own release.

  After that, neither of them said a word. They kept kissing with tongues and teeth, Jason’s cock still inside of her. She didn’t care that she was pressed up against a wall or that it was cold in the hallway. She only wanted to keep this moment from ending.

  Finally, though, Jason carried her to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. He kissed her as he withdrew, leaving to take care of the condom. Kira closed her eyes; her hand pressed against her still racing heart. She felt dizzy—drunk on sex.

  Giggling, she opened her eyes as Jason lay down on the bed next to her.

  “You good?” He brushed a thumb across her bottom lip.

  “Yeah, I’m good. You?”

  “Never better.” He leaned down to kiss her. “Although, I think we may have damaged the wall.”

  Unable to help herself, Kira burst out laughing.

  Chapter 10

  Stay Professional

  You both come into the office to work. Develop a working relationship that’s separate from your personal one. When you’re in the office, a casual observer shouldn’t be able to tell you’re a couple.

  * * *

  Jason curled an arm around Kira’s naked waist and pulled her closer. It felt so right having her here in his bed, in his arms. She made a sound in the back of her throat, like a purring cat, and snuggled in close.

  “You know what we should do?” she asked in a throaty whisper.

  He hmmm-ed and nuzzled into her hair. God, she smelled good—fresh, clean—like a warm breeze on a lazy summer day. Now that the desperate edge of his passion had been sated, Jason couldn’t think of a single thing he’d rather be doing at this moment.

  “Eat that chocolate cake,” she said, pushing up on her elbows. “I didn’t have dinner and I’m starving.”

  “You didn’t have dinner?” He nipped at her shoulder. “You should have told me.”

  “I was too nervous to eat. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been out on a date,” she said and pulled the sheet across her body as if embarrassed by the admission.

  That wasn’t what he’d been expecting her to say. If anyone had reason to be nervous, it was him. She was beautiful and smart. Even with a kid, he imagined that she’d have to beat back hordes of single men.

  “I’ll make a deal with you,” he said, tugging at the sheet. “I’ll get the cake, but we will eat it in bed. In bed, naked.”

  Now that he’d gotten her undressed, he wanted to keep her that way for as long as possible.

  “Eating naked seems unsanitary,” she said, yanking on the sheet.

  “Come on, I promise to clean up any mess I make,” he said and licked her collarbone.

  Kira squealed and tried to push him away, but that’s exactly what he was counting on. While she was distracted, he grabbed the edge of the sheet in his fist and hopped out of bed, taking the sheet with him.

  “There,” he said with satisfaction. “Did we leave that cake in the kitchen?”

  Kira flopped back onto the bed and covered her face, trying not to laugh. “I don’t think it made that far. Check the front door.”

  Still fully nude, Jason padded to the entryway, where the bag had been unceremoniously dropped. The lone piece of cake sat, slightly smooshed, in its container. After fetching two forks out of the kitchen, he returned to the bedroom and almost dropped the cake on the floor again.

  The sight in front of him was straight out of an erotic peep show: Kira lounging fully nude, in his bed, her eyes closed as her finger traced along the swell of her breast. And those breasts. It was almost criminal that he hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate the splendor that was Kira’s breasts. The most delicious pink nipples he’d ever encountered puckered in the cool air, begging to be sucked.

  The rest of her was equally stunning. Jason liked women of all shapes, but Kira’s body left him speechless. Her waist was slim and flared into a slightly rounded belly and full hips. Add her blonde hair and deep-red lips, and he was in heaven.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled as she sat up, stretching. The pose showed off those breasts. God, he was getting hard again from just looking at her. He kissed her after getting back in bed, tangling his fingers in her hair. She moaned and arched against him. He was about to lean her back and have his wicked way with her, but the cake tumbled from his hand and bumped her foot on the way down.

  She laughed, breathless. “Oh no, the cake!” Plucking it from the bed, she opened the container and peeked inside. “It’s more like cake crumbs now.” She swirled a finger in the chocolate frosting and sighed. “I’m still going to eat it.” She brought the lump of cake and frosting to her mouth, and licked. A soft moan slipped through her lips as she thoroughly sucked every bit of the sticky substance from her finger.

  Too thoroughly. Jason watched, his cock at full attention. Did she even know what she was doing to him?

  “This is good. Do you want some?”

  Eating was the last thing on his mind—or at the very least, this kind of eating—but watching her eat as she made those noises … He’d buy her a cake every day just to watch her.

  “Help yourself,” she said after going back for another swipe.

  That was exactly what Jason intended to do. He snatched her wrist and licked her finger with every bit as much enthusiasm as she did.

  She leaned into him and he couldn’t resist pulling her closer, kissing the chocolate from those lush lips. Something warm spread through his entire body. It wasn’t lust—although, that was there—this was something different. A feeling he wanted to hold on to. He was content just being in the same room with her, yet she made his heart race and his dick stiffen with a simple look.

  He didn’t tell her any of that because, knowing her, she’d run screaming from the room. But he could show her.

  Jason trailed his lips up her arm, kissing her wrist, feeling her pulse racing under his lips. Then he moved up, nibbling, kissing and thoroughly tasting every inch of her graceful limb, until he finally reached her collarbone. It was hard to imagine a more perfect spot on a woman than the little dip under her collarbone. He dipped his tongue into the hollow. Let his teeth graze the bone.

  The cake slid off Kira’s lap, forgotten, and she laced her fingers through his hair. He nipped her earlobe and trailed soft kisses along her jaw. When they finally kissed, it was a slow seduction. Her mouth tasted like chocolate and Kira: all sweetness and light. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue against hers, and she moaned low in her throat.

  Something powerful was happening between them, something important—but Jason didn’t want to think too much about those feelings. His hands wandered, stroking her soft skin.

  He cupped her magnificent breasts, wanting to feel her nipples peak underneath his fingertips. She arched upward, begging for more. But he wasn’t ready to move on. A slow and measured seduction. There was a destination, but for now, he was just enjoying the journey. The simple satisfaction of touching her, memorizing every valley, worshiping every curve was enough.

  He plucked and played her body like a virtuoso until she was a whimpering mess and had to dig her nails into his shoulders. Trailing kisses down her neck, he pulled a nipple into his mouth. The whimpers shifted to moans as he curled his tongue around the stiff peak and sucked.

  He played with her this way for what seemed like hours, his only desire to make her know how much he wanted her. How beautiful she was. Jason kissed her belly, stroking her thighs. She parted her legs without hesitation and whispered his name on a sigh. His cock grew painfully hard at that small movement, that soft sound.

  Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tr
ying to calm his raging hard-on, because all he could think about was plunging inside her warm, wet pussy again. But that’s not what he really wanted. He wanted to learn her body, to become an expert in all things Kira.

  The room was dark. Only lit by the city lights. And while Jason couldn’t see much, he really didn’t need to. He went on touch and hearing alone: warmth, wetness, and the smell of Kira’s arousal were his guideposts. When he finally reached the prize at the center of this erotic journey, they were both breathing hard. He slicked a finger through her wetness.

  “I wish I could see you,” he said in a soft voice, “all pretty and pink and wet for me.”

  “Please, don’t stop,” she moaned, pushing against his fingers. “We’ll leave the lights on next time.”

  Next time. Those two little words caused his heart to swell with that still unnamed emotion. Next time. And the time after that. He could do this for a thousand years. As he was thinking of all the ways he wanted to have her, she whimpered and shifted her hips.

  “Please,” Kira said breathily.

  “Well, since you asked so nice.” Jason licked her clit as he slid two fingers inside her folds. “Is that what you wanted?”

  He swirled his tongue around that sensitive bud, hearing her breath hitch and feeling her thighs tremble. Slowly thrusting his fingers while he lightly played with her clit, he reveled in her response. Her wetness coated his hand, practically dripping down his fingers. He angled them to increase the pressure and sucked harder on her clit. The combination turned her breaths to desperate gasps, interspersed with his name and unintelligible words. Kira tangled her fingers in his hair and moved with him, working solely for her own pleasure.

  And then when a burst of wetness hit his tongue and her pussy fluttered around his fingers, he knew she’d reached her peak. She pressed against him, shuddering until finally she collapsed, almost melting into the bed.

  He couldn’t help it; he grinned with self-satisfaction as he moved to lie beside her, pulling her into the cradle of his arms. Kira snuggled in, an arm over her eyes, her breasts rising and falling.

  Yeah, he’d done that to her. And he wanted to do it all over again.

  When Kira finally caught her breath again, she looked up at Jason to see him smiling like a fool. She laughed. “Don’t you look proud of yourself?”

  “As a matter of fact, I am,” he said, nodding. “I think that was a five-star performance.”

  She snorted. “Four and a half, tops.”

  “Four and a half?” Jason huffed. “I guess I just need more practice.”

  He pulled her onto his stomach. Kira parted her legs and sat up, straddling him now. “I do believe it’s my turn to show you what I’ve got.” She rocked against his hard cock and he groaned. “Seems like somebody’s ready for me.”

  She traced her fingers down his abdomen, enjoying the feel of his muscles contracting under her touch. Taking her cues from him, she spent time exploring his body. Jason was fit and toned in a way that only came from intense exercise, and she appreciated the effort. It was nice to just be able to explore his body, with its perfect form like that of a Greek statue. She’d had a few lovers, but none of them appreciated the sensual pleasures of a simple touch. She leaned down and kissed the valley of his chest, licked his pecs, nipped at the hard pebble of his nipple.

  “Be careful,” he growled. A loud crack broke the silence as his hand struck her on the ass: just a light smack, but enough to get her attention. She squealed and wiggled her hips.

  “Lay still. It’s my turn.” She bit his chest again. “Turnabout is fair play.”

  When he growled low in his throat, Kira rubbed her still wet pussy against his cock. The tip was so close to her center all she’d have to do was shift a little to feel him slide in. But they hadn’t had The Talk. It was way too soon for that kind of trust.

  Wasn’t it?

  Jason squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed her by the hips to keep her still. “Unless you want this over very, very soon, you need to stop moving.”

  Kira giggled, tempted to rock again, but she obeyed. “We can’t have that now, can we?” she said in her best temptress voice.

  She looked down at him and bit back a gasp. Even in the low light of the room she saw something in his dark gaze. It was more than simple lust. Warmth? Love? Maybe she was projecting, because this felt a lot like the early effervescence of love bubbling in her chest. If she wasn’t careful she could easily get lost in that look.

  Even so, Kira didn’t break eye contact as she reached for another condom and ripped open the packet. Moving a little, his cock sprang up between them, and God Almighty, if it wasn’t the most magnificent member she’d ever seen. They’d been so rushed earlier that she hadn’t had the opportunity to truly appreciate this man who was in bed with her.

  Before inching the condom down his erection, she stroked down his length, enjoying the feel of him under her palm, the way it twitched in response to her touch. Once at the base, she stroked back up, mesmerized. He was definitely big.

  She never really been into blow jobs, but tonight, she wanted to taste Jason. Let her tongue run along that silky steel. Feel his release pulse and pump as she sucked him dry.

  Giving into her desires, she leaned down and swirled her tongue around the tip. Jason let out a loud hiss and thrust into her mouth.

  “Fuck, Kira.” He was panting now, a tinge of desperation in his voice. “If you do that again, I’m not sure I’ll last.” Impatiently, Jason pushed his hips up against her. “Enough woman,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I want to be buried deep inside of you when I come.”

  Kira frowned, giving the shaft another stroke. But ultimately she took pity on him, and rolled the condom on. She straightened, straddling his hips again, and rocked against the hardness. He groaned, closing his eyes. It was heady, this feeling of being in control, and she wanted to hold out a little longer. So instead of sliding down on his cock, she pitched her hips back and forth in a steady rhythm, teasing the blunt end against her clit, until they both were out of breath and Jason was begging. And as he slid inside her, it was her turn to shudder.

  Kira sat back, swiveling her hips. Jason leaned his head back, and his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. She set her own rhythm, riding him for all he was worth.

  “Jason, look at me,” she whispered.

  He opened those beautiful green eyes and didn’t break eye contact for the rest of her ride. Sitting on her knees, she moved up and down his cock, getting closer to the edge again.

  Her pace slowed, getting less steady. Jason’s fingers dug into her hips so hard she was probably going to have a bruise in the morning, but she didn’t care. He rocked her hips as her hands moved up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hard points.

  “Do you realize how sexy you look riding my cock, touching yourself?” He watched her intently, his eyes egging her on. Kira felt free with him. Free like never before. Free to take and give pleasure without pressure or judgement.

  “Fuck, Kira. I want you to come all over my cock. I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze me.”

  Dirty words fell from Jason’s lips with every thrust. She’d never found dirty talk to be particularly exciting, but for some reason, every filthy thing he said drove her higher. She was getting close, losing steam. Jason reached between them and brushed her engorged clit. The sensation was so intense that after just a few strokes from those skilled fingers, she tipped over the edge.

  “Oh, Jason. Yes.”

  Jason swore, and pushed up off the mattress, meeting her thrust for thrust until he cried out her name. They both fell in a heap on the mattress. Kira had never been so completely sated before in her life. She might not be able to walk in the morning. But one thing was certain; unlike the last night they’d spent together, she’d never forget a second. As she started to come down from her high, he pulled her into his arms and stroked her sides.

  “Now, that was a five-star performance.” He snuggled into her back a
nd buried his face in her hair. “I love the way you smell,” he said sleepily. “Kira. I …” She waited for him to finish, but his breathing had slowed and after a few seconds of silence, Kira had thought he’d fallen asleep. Just as she was starting to drift off herself, she heard a sleepy murmur spoken on the back of her neck. “I love you.”

  Her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath, waiting for him to take it back. But all she heard was his soft, even breathing.

  Did he really say “I love you?”

  He couldn’t mean it. This was their first date. Second, if you counted the night they went out with Riley. Or maybe third. Did chicken soup delivery count as a date? And then there were all the take-out dinners in the office when they worked late. Did any of those count as dates?

  Did it matter? Because whether this was their first or fifteenth date—whether he had actually said the words or not—Kira was pretty sure she was already falling in love with him.

  Chapter 11

  Don’t Out Yourself Too Soon

  Yes, you need to tell work you’re dating a co-worker, but don’t jump the gun. Breakups are awkward, and that awkwardness only increases when you have to tell the guy in HR you’re no longer a couple. Share the news before you move in together, but not after your first date.

  * * *

  The discordant screeching of a car alarm jarred Kira out of a sound sleep. For the second time in her life, she woke up in a bed that wasn’t hers. But at least this time, she remembered how she got there.

  A delicious soreness and euphoric high of the kind that only came from a night of sexual satisfaction permeated her body. But the harsh morning light also brought with it a load of new problems. They’d crossed a line there was no coming back from. And while she didn’t regret her decision, Kira was uncertain about what the future held for them—what happened next?