by Lauren Wood
“Want to know what it was?” I teased, seductively swaying in front of him.
“I’m dying to know,” he replied in a low sexy rasp.
I took his hand into mine and guided it underneath my skirt, leading him straight to the naked flesh around my folds. His lips parted with a hiss, and his touch responded eagerly. He traced his fingers around the smooth, hairless skin, then around my clit. I closed my eyes and arched my neck, losing myself in the sensation.
The next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine again. He parted my lips with his tongue and wasted no time in tugging at my hips, then my clothes. I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t think to stop the train wreck until my skirt was down around my knees.
“Jack, the door. The blinds. Anyone could walk in here and catch us like this,” I reminded him.
“Serves them right for snooping around the office so late,” he groaned, pulling me close again.
“Lucas,” I managed to whisper as Jack kissed my neck.
He sighed and left me just long enough to slam the door and drop the blinds over the window looking out across the work floor. I was standing there in nothing but my half-buttoned blouse, lace panties, and heels. He stared at me long and hard as he loosened his tie.
He wrapped his hands around my hips again, guiding me back against the edge of my desk. He dropped to his knees in front of me, but looked up into my eyes.
“You feel good. But I need to see for myself.”
He jerked down my panties and took in the sight of my waxed pussy, just waiting there in front of him like a piece of candy begging to be eaten.
I was tingling, dying for him to make a move. It seemed like an eternity passed before he licked his lips and leaned forward, drawing his tongue from the top to the bottom—torturously slow. As he sucked and licked, his hands stretched across my body…squeezing my breasts, my thighs, my ass.
“How does it feel?” he paused to ask.
“Amazing,” I moaned, grabbing the back of his head to urge him to keep going. He obliged with a smirk.
“You’re not what I thought you were,” he murmured against me. “Such a bad girl. Telling me you were all freshly waxed. You knew I’d have to get a look at you again…now that I can see all of you. You knew I’d have to drop down on my knees right here in your office.”
“Maybe I was hoping to have the chance to see you again,” I shot back, shoving him against the desk instead.
I felt wild. I liked being desired like this, and I wasn’t about to let him think he always had to be so careful with me. Maybe he needed to be careful with himself. I was determined to teach him that lesson, to rise above being just “the virgin” in his eyes.
With our positions switched, I dropped down to my knees. I could get a better look at his cock in the light of my lamp better than I had in his dark room. It was rock hard, long and thick. Looking at it now, it was a wonder it could slide inside of me so easily. I guessed that was the benefit of how much he turned me on.
I ran my hands around his muscles, kneading into his skin the way he did mine. He clenched his teeth as I trailed my tongue from the base to the tip. He waited for me to take him into my mouth, but I kept teasing him relentlessly, hinting at everything I could do, but never quite doing it all the way.
I kept going until I felt a sharp tug at the back of my scalp. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back to look at him.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?” he panted.
“Maybe I am,” I smirked. “Serves you right. What do you think you’re doing to me?”
He used his fistful of my hair to nudge me up onto my feet. He flashed a lustful smile just before crashing his lips back into mine. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I was so sensitive to the feeling of his body pressing against my crotch and throbbing nerves. I thought I could cum right then, just from the feeling of him moving me however he wanted me.
He sat me down on my desk, devouring my mouth like an animal as he pressed against me. I frantically reached for his belt, blindly fumbling with the buckle until he was set free.
He spread his hand across my mouth and thrusted into me. I was open and more than ready for him. The taboo of being in my office, the last place we needed to be doing anything like that, only turned me on more.
He started ramming into me, hitting all the right spots. I didn’t have to have past lovers to know he was good. He knew what he was doing with me.
It was getting harder not to scream as he pounded into me, over and over again. He tightened his grip on my mouth and used his other hand to massage my clit. That was it. I was done for.
I tightened my legs around him and clenched up, shaking from the current of pleasure that ripped through me, leaving me spent. He exploded into me, growling as his thrusts faded into a gentle pulse until there was nothing left inside of him. I greedily took in every last drop.
“Unbelievable,” he mouthed to himself, staring down at the remnants of what we had done.
“I wasn’t exactly expecting this either,” I admitted. That was an understatement. I wouldn’t have imagined him showing up and doing that in a million years.
“No, I mean…” He stopped and pulled back, taking my hand and wrapping it around his thick cock. He was still throbbing hard, and I could tell by the way his eyes rolled back with eager pumps into my hand that he was far from finished.
“Good thing we’re the last ones around tonight,” I grinned, flipping over on my desk.
I arched my back and angled myself towards him, waiting for him to take me from behind for round two. I wanted to do it all with him, even if it was right there in my office. That only made it hotter, no matter how wrong it was.
13
Jack
I woke up, feeling like I had been hit by a train. A super hot and sexy forbidden fruit kind of train that hurt in all the best possible ways. I opened my eyes and instantly saw the culprit. Jada was laying across me on the floor of her office with random pieces of clothes draped over us. Flashes of the hours leading up to us passing out started popping into my head, miraculously making me hard all over again.
I was so close to starting it all up with her again—giving her more of this new drug neither of us seemed to be able to get enough of. But then I noticed the sunlight streaming in through the windows. I jumped at the sound of footsteps and voices outside the door.
“Shit. Jada. Wake up,” I groaned, rolling out from under her. “We fell asleep. It’s morning time. There are people coming.”
“What?” she croaked, looking around us in confusion. “Oh.” Her sleepy head laid back down for a split second before shooting up again in alarm. “Oh! Crap!”
She jumped up and started snatching her clothes from the floor, scrambling to get dressed and make herself presentable again—like she hadn’t just been rolling around in that room with my naked body all night.
I was less panicked until I heard a specific set of the footsteps outside heading straight for her door. In my rush to shut it the night before, I had forgotten to lock it. I had two choices. I could race over to lock it then, which would have been suspicious to whoever was about to try and turn the handle. Or I could focus on doing what Jada was doing—getting dressed and hiding the evidence.
We had barely finished buttoning up our clothes when the door flew open. Beverly caught us standing there like deer in headlights, both fully clothed but obviously disheveled and freshly fucked.
“Oh!” Her brow furrowed as she looked us over. “Ms. Meadows. Mr. Landson. Good morning.”
“Yes, what is it, Beverly?” Jada huffed.
“Just a reminder about the morning meeting,” she smiled, her eyes full of suspicion. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll let you two get back to…”
“Discussing the campaign launch on the website,” I clarified for her, lying through my teeth. Technically, we had been discussing it…before it unraveled into our animalistic romp.
“That’s right,
” Jada nodded. “Thanks, Bev. Anything else?”
“Nope.” She shook her head, smirking.
We both exhaled when she finally shut the door. Our eyes met with a shared terror, but we couldn’t stop ourselves from bursting into laughter.
“You’re not even wearing shoes.” Jada pointed, snickering. “I’m sure we were really convincing.”
My laughter faded. “Seriously, Jada. What if she starts blabbing about this to everyone?”
“They’ll have no real proof,” she assured me. “And even if there’s gossip, I’ll deny everything. Don’t worry. It’s not like one of my siblings barged in on us.”
No, but they could have, I thought.
“I’m sorry,” I offered. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Coming in here and starting all of this.”
“I know what you were thinking,” she grinned, coming over to straighten the mismatched buttons on my shirt. “I was thinking the same thing. We didn’t get enough the first time.”
“Do you think we’ve satiated the craving this time?”
Her eyes met mine with a devilish spark and she shrugged. “I guess only time will tell.”
I laughed and put my hands on her arms. “Really, Jada. I am sorry though. I feel awful for…”
“For what?” she sighed, leaving me to tuck in my shirt and fix my tie. “I told you I didn’t have any expectations. I didn’t think last night would happen…or that anything else would ever happen between us. But now here we are…and I’m not complaining. I told you I was ready to get my first time over with, and you helped with that. I really don’t want you thinking I’m going to follow you around like a lost puppy just because we had sex a few times.”
Mind blowing best sex of my life. She had no idea. Not every time was like what had happened between us. This was something different, something intense and overwhelming, even to me with all of my experience. My bigger fear was that I would be the one following her around like a lost puppy.
“No,” I said. “That’s not what I mean. I’m sorry I…I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was out. I had to…I had to have you again or it was going to drive me mad. That’s not what you were looking for, but I can’t seem to help myself.”
Her big eyes burned into mine, searching them for any sign that I was lying. She seemed surprised and caught off guard. That made two of us.
“I better go,” I sighed, sliding into my suit jacket and shoes.
I kissed her forehead and left her standing there, still gaping in shock. I hated to run off, but I needed to. I was desperate for some space to catch my breath and get my head back on straight. I didn’t know what she was doing to me, but it was inconvenient to say the least.
Not only that, but I never had the chance to shower or really sleep since I landed back in the city. I needed clean clothes, a decent meal, and anything else I could think of to keep me busy and keep her off my mind.
I returned home to focus on just that, messaging Lucas on the way to let him know I’d be out until the following afternoon. As if my absence in the days before weren’t bad enough, now I was missing even more time just because I couldn’t keep it in my pants around his little sister.
The hot shower, lunch, and twelve hours of sleep were just what I needed to get me thinking clearly again. I was just about to get ready to head back into the office when Lucas called.
“Hey, man. Sorry again for being MIA. I’m on my way back in now. I never had a chance to shower or anything after my flight.”
There was a long pause, giving me just enough time to realize my mistake.
“Flight?” he puzzled.
“Ah, yeah. Had to do some traveling on my personal time,” I shot back, raking my hand down my face. I was kicking myself for letting that slip.
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, growing quiet and tense. “Listen, why don’t you take the day off? It’s slow around here and it sounds like you need a little more time getting yourself together.”
“Lucas, really, I’m fine. I can be there in…”
“Take the day, Jack,” he said more sternly, commanding me this time. “But tonight…I was hoping you could meet up for drinks with Joshua and me.”
Questioning his motives wouldn’t have helped my case any, so I agreed and made a note of when and where to meet them. I was sweating bullets while getting ready. The last two people on earth I wanted to be seated across from that night were Jada’s big brothers. But I dug my own hole. No use in trying to run from it. It was too late for that.
I had a drink at my place first to calm my nerves. By the time I showed up to the bar, I had convinced myself there was nothing to this random meeting. They probably just wanted to catch up or discuss the job offer some more. I knew I was guilty, but they didn’t. Not yet. I needed to act like everything was normal and fine. And like I definitely hadn’t been sleeping with Jada.
But the moment I found them in a corner booth, I knew my optimism was wrong. They glared at me, accusing me with their eyes. Or maybe I was just being paranoid?
“Hey, guys. What’s up?” I slid into the booth across from them.
Joshua scowled. “You wanna tell me why the whole office thinks there’s something going on between you and Jada?”
No. This definitely wasn’t just paranoia.
“I have no idea why everyone thinks that,” I replied calmly.
“Really? No idea?” he scoffed. “Everyone’s saying that you two spent the night together in her office. That you were still there, half-undressed, when everyone started showing up the next morning.”
His teeth were clenched and every vein in his neck was straining, looking like it might pop right out from his skin. I could see the same tightness in his arms and could imagine his fists all balled up under the table. It hurt him to even say the words out loud, and he was two seconds away from lunging across the table and pounding my face into a pulp.
“Oh, that,” I laughed. “That was a misunderstanding. We were up late discussing the new campaign. We fell asleep, but not together. She was behind her desk, I was in the seat across from her. Granted, it didn’t look good when people started showing up…but it was entirely innocent.”
“Keep your hands off our sister,” he added.
“Joshua, I am. You’re not listening to me…”
“I don’t think you’re listening to us,” Lucas growled. “This guy, Trent Maddox, has been at the company for a while and itching to move out of the finance department up the ladder. I could easily give him the same offer I extended to you, and I bet he wouldn’t need three months to think about it. The best part is he wouldn’t try to sleep with our sister.”
“Trent?” I smirked. “He doesn’t want Jada because he’s too busy lusting after your wife, Veronica.” His face twisted up, and now he was just as close to punching me in the face as Joshua was. “Sorry,” I put up my hands. “That was uncalled for. I’m just…You’re ambushing me over lies and rumors. I feel put on the spot.”
“Good,” he scowled.
“Why don’t we sit back, have some drinks, and watch the game?” I proposed. I wanted to get the hell out of there, but that wouldn’t do much to smooth things over. “I’ve heard everything you two had to say. Really, I hear you. I get it. And I assure you, you have nothing to worry about. And there’s no reason to go to Trent with my job…yet.”
Things remained tense for a while, but after a few drinks they started to loosen up and act cool with me again. Meanwhile, on the inside, I was feeling more torn than ever. They made no secret of their disappointment in my hesitation about their offer. Rejecting it would only upset them more. But the biggest bonus in me sticking around for the job would be to see where things went with Jada. And in order to keep the job and stay, she was the one thing I couldn’t have.
14
Jada
The next week went by in a blur. Every time I saw Jack, I geared myself up for it being the last time. Each time made it harder not to fall for him, but I wasn’t compl
aining. The way I was starting to see it, I was a desirable vixen for the first time in my life, and if he couldn’t resist me, other men, maybe even some who were more available, would feel the same.
As unlikely as I thought it was that we would ever sleep together in the first place, I kept reminding myself that it was even more improbable that it would turn into some “happily ever after” with us being together forever.
That didn’t stop the fantasies entirely. Part of me still wanted to believe that if I was having to work so hard to keep a deeper attraction at bay, one that extended far beyond the bedroom, maybe he was struggling with the same thing. That was easier to believe every time he called or asked to see me.
But it wasn’t paradise. His behavior was becoming increasingly strange. One afternoon as I was leaving his place, his phone dinged with a message. I had no clue who it was from or what it said, but it inspired a horrible expression on his face.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Just work stuff,” he murmured.
“I meant…with you, in general. You seem…off.”
“Everything’s fine.” He forced a smile. “I need to get going.” He vanished into his bedroom and emerged a few moments later with a suitcase in hand. “I’ll walk you out.”
I knew everything wasn’t fine, and I knew there was more to these trips he was taking than he wanted me to know. It was starting to bug me. If we were going to be sleeping together regularly, didn’t I deserve to know some things? Like where he was running off to all the time?
I puzzled over the admissions he had given about not being able to stop thinking about me…how he craved me and couldn’t get enough of me. It certainly didn’t sound like just casual sex to me, but what did I know?
He left with just a quick peck to my cheek and a promise to call when he was available again. I never asked for that, but I wasn’t going to turn it down either. My phone rang as I watched his car pull out of the parking garage of his building.