“It doesn’t really count; different departments and we only see each other when you use the wrong elevators or go to see Mr. C.”
Mr. C. Mr. C. Mr. C.
STOP.
I go back to tapping my fingers to stop myself from saying his name six times.
“Are you nervous?” Pax asks, still smiling.
I shake my head. “Not nervous. Just…” I stop my tapping and laugh awkwardly. “I’m so nervous. I have had a huge crush on you for the looongest time so this feels like a Carrie moment to me. As in the horror movie. Not Sex in the City… although that’s cool too.” I can’t believe I just said that.
I take a really large gulp of my drink as he laughs into his.
“You don’t believe this is real?” he asks, looking excited. “How can I prove it to you?”
“You can’t. Only time will tell, I guess.”
He waves for a waiter to get us refills of our drinks and taps his foot against mine under the small round wrought iron table.
We chat, eat, banter, laugh, and the entire time, all I can think of is what number he’s going to be. I really hope he’s in the thousands.
He even gets me dancing, not something I do much of but with him leading I can’t mess up. Though I do stand on his feet a couple of times; he just laughs and takes the blame. It’s the most fun I’ve had in ages and already I can’t wait to tell Laurie about it.
We’re both panting by the end of the third song and time is slipping by us both.
He grabs me, one hand at my waist and the other at my neck and his lips touch mine. He deepens it like he did in the office and I wish he had another wall to push me up against.
My body is aching with desire by the time he pulls away and I know my lips are swollen. He smiles down at me, calls me cute and looks at the time again.
“Your apartment or mine?” he asks, his voice a whisper against my lips.
“Mine,” I reply, holding his eyes so he knows that yes, I’m going to be a hussy and invite him up.
I should wait a few dates but I’m excited. It has been five years. I don’t even care if he never calls me again. Okay, I do…
I should really speak to him about this.
We drive home in silence, my leg is bouncing, his hand is on the bouncing leg, it’s sliding higher and higher. I can’t look at him, especially not when he slides my skirt all the way up and gently strokes me over the satin of my thong. I wore nice underwear today but I’m already drenched through.
I moan as he rolls his finger over my sensitive clit that has been throbbing since that kiss on the dance floor. My legs twitch and I stop my bouncing only so I can tense and control my whimpering.
I’m going to come if he keeps doing what he’s doing. It feels so good.
He removes his hand to control the car and mutters a curse under his breath. We still haven’t said a word to each other. There’s only one thing left to say, and it can’t be said with words, only penis and vagina.
I get my front door open with shaking hands and step inside.
“Pax, meet apartment. Apartment, meet Pax,” I jest, still shaking with nerves. I need to get a grip.
I kick off my shoes and place them neatly by the door, he does the same and removes his jacket as I hang up mine.
When I turn and look at him, I eye him desperately. God, I want him so bad it hurts my body.
“You look hungry again,” he comments, his lips set in a smirk. Gripping the front of my dress, he yanks me towards him and starts removing the pins from my hair. “I can help you with that.”
My soft bun releases and my hair falls in one thick spiral over my shoulder. It’s still slightly damp from my shower that I had before he came to get me, and the honey scent of my shampoo wafts between us. He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply.
“Sweet,” he murmurs, bends and then lifts my legs so they’re wrapped around his waist.
I squeak, startled by it because I wasn’t expecting it.
“Can I get you a drink or anything?” I ask against his mouth because he’s kissing me as he walks me through my apartment. “I have water, wine, whiskey, soda. But it’s not the good soda.” His lips trail down my neck and I swear my vagina does a backflip of joy. “I get it in for Laurie because she has a sweet tooth… not realizing soon she’ll have no teeth if she keeps drinking that stuff. You have really nice teeth.”
We find my bed and he lowers me onto it, kissing me desperately, likely to shut me up.
When I reach for the bottom of his white T-shirt, he yanks it off in one swift move and tosses it onto the floor somewhere. I almost bolt for it but I stop myself and click my fingers six times.
I sit up so he can unzip my dress and then I stop him when he reaches for the skirt.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gently. “Too fast?”
“No… it’s not… it’s just…” I lie back and cover my face with my hands. “I’m terrified I’m going to do this all wrong and you’re going to go around the office tomorrow and tell everybody how bad I am.”
Laughing, he crawls up my body, hitching my legs up either side of his hips one at a time so his swollen manhood is pressing directly against my swollen womanhood. I’m using weird words now. I can’t help it.
He kisses me again and just hovers above me, looking down at me while his thumb dances over my cheek. “Are you a virgin?”
“No, I did sex once.”
“Just once?”
I nod. “Five years ago.”
“It was bad?”
“It was awful, it lasted one hundred and fifty-three seconds and it was painful and messy and…” I trail off, checking his face for any reaction but he doesn’t give me one. “Are you put off?”
“Not in the slightest, I’m just thinking of all of the creative ways I can make you come before I do.” His smug grin is endearing, and my body relaxes beneath him. “Can I see you naked now?”
Nodding rapidly, I sit up and then stand and close my eyes when he peels my dress over my head and drops it on the floor with his shirt.
I immediately cover my body with my hands, feeling my cheeks heat as he drops his pants and boxers, freeing his angry-looking erection. But sexy angry, not bad angry.
“You have a really nice penis,” I tell him, and he makes it twitch.
Pulling my hands away he steps back, and we just look at each other, though he’s way more comfortable with this than I am.
My nipples are hard from the chill and the excitement, my stomach muscles are clenched because I’m too terrified to relax. I’m probably visibly trembling.
“You’re incredibly sexy,” he tells me sounding awed as he rubbers up. “Why do you hide such beauty from the world?” Before I can reply, he squeezes my breasts with his hands and finishes, “Actually, keep hiding it. I don’t want anybody to see all of this but me.”
I gasp when he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks.
So that’s what that feels like.
We lie on the bed together with a bit of coaxing from him and I relax into the pillow, covering my face with my hands as he feasts on me like nobody ever has. He kisses every inch of my body, worships ever centimeter, and licks and sucks my clit until I’m a screaming mess, grabbing his hair as my orgasm tears through me.
“Three hundred and nine,” I cry out with it, breathing heavily and writhing as pure bliss starts in my womb and spirals outwards.
He looks up, his lips glossy from my juices, and questions me with his eyes.
“I’ll tell you later,” I reply, and he laughs before continuing his thing down there. He gets me off the same way again at four hundred and ninety-eight and then finally he sinks inside of me with a growl of his own.
It aches, of course it does, it’s an unused organ down there, I’m surprised there aren’t any cobwebs.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathes, thrusting against me, pulling out and in just enough to create friction against my already thoroughly used clit. Not that s
he cares, she’s ready to come again, she just needs him to go a bit faster and harder.
My clit is now a person.
He stops suddenly, his eyes clenched shut.
“Are you okay?” I ask, trailing my fingers up and down his spine.
“Yep, just need a moment.” He presses his lips to mine and kisses me softly. “You are so fucking tight… the last guy didn’t stand a chance, hell, even I’m struggling to control myself.”
His words are probably lies, but I appreciate them all the same.
I shove his chest, forcing him to lie on his back, then I climb on top and guide him inside again.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” I say to him, rotating my hips after forcing him to hold them. “It looks so sexy on TV.” I arch my back and bounce gently up and down.
He bites on the side of his hand, groaning as I move. This is good. I like this. I love seeing his reactions though I’m not sure I’m going to come this way.
He sits up, bringing our chests together and holds me tight around the back.
“FUUUUUCK!” he yells and I feel him pulse inside of me with his orgasm.
I want to not say anything. I really want to not say it. I kiss his neck, hoping that it takes my mind off it enough to not say it.
It’s not to be.
I’m a lost cause.
“Seven hundred and sixteen,” I whisper and his eyes ping open.
“Are you timing me?”
“Not on purpose.”
He laughs and pulls my body onto his so I’m draped over his bare chest. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
I smile at him, glad he’s not offended but I don’t see why he should be, it might not have lasted hours but it was amazing.
“They were the best orgasms I’ve ever had,” I confess, kissing his chest.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he agrees. “Give me five and we’ll go again.”
“Okay,” I say, climbing out of bed and gathering our clothes.
He sits up, gloriously naked, still semi-hard and still smiling. “What are you doing?”
“Hanging up our clothes.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
“Because?”
“I do a lot of things I have to do but can’t explain why.” I pop his pants and shirt onto the same hanger and stick his boxers into his pocket. Then I toss my dress into the laundry hamper and look around, satisfied that I didn’t miss anything.
“Come back to bed,” he pleads, patting the space beside him.
I claim it and curl into his side. He’s so warm and cozy. I like this. I didn’t think I would, but I do.
“Are you ready to go again yet?” I ask and his smile returns. “Because I need to have six orgasms.”
“Six?”
I nod, pressing my lips together so I don’t laugh. I don’t actually need six, but I really want more of what we just did before my courage hides away. “If that’s okay?”
“I like a challenge.”
He conquers it too, getting me to orgasm six before finally, we sleep.
Chapter Eleven
He’s handsome.
I wake up to an empty bed and sigh. I was expecting it; I didn’t think he’d stay but the way he held me in his arms all night I kind of hoped he would.
My phone rings and I wonder if it might be him, so I roll over and look at it, sitting up as naked as the day I was born.
“Mr. C?” I ask around a yawn, putting the phone on speaker and placing it on my desk.
“Can you come into the office? I need you for some things.”
I rub my tired eyes and cringe when I see the mascara on them. “Ugh.”
“You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m just waking up.”
“You’re not up already?” he asks, and I put the phone back to my ear while scrubbing at my face with a makeup remover wet wipe.
“Apparently not,” I grumble, looking at myself in the mirror as I scrub my face clean.
I shriek a shrill noise when I see somebody standing in my bedroom doorway, leaning against the jamb with hungry eyes on my naked body.
“Did I scare you?” Pax asks, wearing only his boxers and T-shirt.
“Yes,” I reply, pressing my hand to my chest to calm my racing heart. “I thought you’d gone.”
“And miss round four, not a chance.” He presses his body to mine and lifts me like he did when we entered my apartment last night. My butt rests on the vanity table, it’s cold.
He bites my lip and starts to kiss me. I lose myself. Forgetting about my phone for a moment.
“MY PHONE!” I yell, bringing it back to my ear as Pax laughs silently. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Mr. Conti, are you still there?”
“Still here,” he replies, sounding strained.
“Are you desperate? Because if you’re desperate I’ll come.”
“You certainly will,” Pax murmurs, biting on my ear.
“Will you stop?” I snarl at him but I can’t stifle my smile. I love how attentive he is.
He kisses down to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from whimpering.
“Desperate, definitely desperate,” Conti replies. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
Groaning, because he’s sinking into me, our hips at the perfect height for sex, I tell my boss, “I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Try to be quicker.”
I disconnect the call and wrap my arms around Pax’s neck.
He’s so good at this.
A while later we collapse on my bed side by side, both sweaty and panting.
“How’d I do?” he asks, breathlessly.
“Nine hundred and twenty-two,” I respond and check my watch. “I need to get ready for work.”
“I was hoping we’d spend the day together,” he mutters, pouting.
Boldly, I straddle him and press my lips to his. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Good,” he slaps my ass and watches as I head out of my bedroom, still butt naked.
The way he praises my body constantly makes me feel beautiful and not self-conscious at all. All he did all night was whisper words of praise and call me sexy and a goddess… it was amazing.
Better than I ever could have expected.
“I wish I’d saved my first time for you,” I tell Pax when he climbs into the shower with me.
“We’ll just pretend that your first time never happened,” he responds proudly. “I gave you your first penetrative orgasm. I want it on a certificate so I can display it in my office.”
“If you ever put that on display, I will put your penis on display beside it.”
He laughs like I’m hilarious, little does he know how serious I’m being.
* * *
I stumble into the office feeling sore, frazzled, but very happy, and smile at Mr. C the moment I clock him with my eyes behind his desk.
“Morning,” I cry cheerily, and he raises his brows at me. “What do you need me to do?”
He motions for me to sit and slides a manila envelope my way when I do, dumping my bag on the floor beside me.
“What’s this?” I question, opening the folder and pulling out the stack of papers within.
“It’s a massive clusterfuck of a situation is what it is.” He motions for me to slide my chair around to his side, but I nod to the sofa instead. He has a modern leather sofa by the window, in front of a black, wooden coffee table. It’s where he naps usually though I don’t know how because it’s not the comfiest seat in the world.
We move to the table; I sit on the floor as he spreads out the papers and he sits beside me.
He explains the situation, asking me to highlight certain spends, dates, and locations of product. It’s not difficult but it is repetitive and tiresome. It reminds me of when we worked together in his hotel room, the night we both thought about the number six.
After a few hours, Wayne, the errand boy, brings us lu
nch and I’m happy when the sandwich I ordered is exactly how I wanted it. Though I did write it down for him to pass to them twice.
As we eat, my phone vibrates.
It’s Pax. I can’t stifle my stupid grin.
Pax: Are you free tonight?
Rose: You’re not tired after last night?
Pax: Nope. Are you?
Rose: I might sleep for a year.
Pax: I have a really big, comfy bed at my place… just saying.
Rose: I have work tomorrow.
Pax: Wow. Coincidence. Me too.
Pax: So… my place after work?
Pax: Pack an overnight bag.
Rose: I didn’t say yes.
Pax: You’re going to and we both know it. I’m very persuasive. I’ll even make you cum 6 times again.
Rose: I don’t think I can physically handle 6 more… but we could do something else?
Pax: Whatever you want, baby. Just be here.
I put my phone down on the table and glance at Mr. C who is glaring at my phone like he wants it to burst into flames.
“It’s my lunch break,” I say, shaking my sandwich at him and his eyes come to mine. “You can’t be mad at me for texting on my lunch break.”
“I’m not mad,” he answers, blinking rapidly to clear his head and then smiling.
“You were glaring at my phone.”
He chuckles nervously. “No, I was just lost in thought and your phone happened to be in my line of sight.” He rests back bending his leg at the knee. “Are you coming to the staff Halloween party?”
“Hell yeah, I’m bringing Laurie. I love Halloween.”
“What costume are you wearing?”
I tap my nose and take another large bite of this delicious sandwich. I’ll be sad when it’s all gone. I am starving. Who would have thought all that sex would work up such an epic appetite?
“What are you wearing?”
He scoffs playfully. “You think I’m telling you mine if you won’t tell me yours?”
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