Paranoid much? Yes, I was.
I turned to face him and he was a breath away.
“So,” he said.
“So,” I said.
And then his mouth was on mine, devouring it, and it was like he had more hands than just two because they were EVERYWHERE and my skirt was on the floor and my shirt was joining it and then his shirt followed and then he was bending me back on the desk and kissing me so hard I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t think it really mattered.
“What’s this?” he said when he finally pulled back enough to notice the lingerie. His fingers stroked the ribbons that crossed my stomach. “It’s not my birthday, but it feels like it.”
“My roommate made it,” I said breathlessly as he traced the lines of the ribbons.
“She’s very talented. It’s almost too pretty to spoil. Almost. Shall I unwrap you?”
“If you don’t, you’re fired,” I said and he laughed. “There are snaps.” I felt the need to direct him so he didn’t rip it or ruin it.
“Got it.” He found the snaps and released the ribbon part, easing it off me before running his hands down my overheated skin.
“Happy un-birthday to me,” he said before his mouth was on me again and he was climbing onto the table to join me.
“What do you want?” he said, pulling back for a second, his hand on his belt. It was such an honest question that I stopped thinking about my body’s needs for a second.
“I want you to kiss me everywhere and I want to kiss you everywhere and I want you inside me until we’re both satisfied, but we don’t have time for that.”
“What a shame,” he said pinching one of my ni**les through my bra. “But you are the boss, so I should probably satisfy you. Because when the boss is satisfied, everyone is satisfied.” As he said it, his hands reached around, unclasped my bra and pulled it over my arms. The table was cold on my bare back, but the rest of me was on fire.
“I wouldn’t want to get a poor score on my performance review.” And then my panties were gone and I was naked and he was straddling me and kissing me fiercely, his tongue diving and tasting and conquering.
His hands, oh, his hands. Such wonderful hands. One was teasing my left nipple, making it hard and making my right nipple very jealous, and his other hand dived between my legs and started stroking. I was still wet from earlier and he smiled as he slid a finger inside me and I moaned.
“Music to my ears, Miss Clarke.” His mouth left me and I whimpered, but then he kissed down to my br**sts and spent some quality time on my ni**les. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I seriously didn’t care. He moved lower and, as much as I wanted him going down on me again, I felt bad that he was spending all our precious time on me.
“You, inside me, now.” This time he didn’t ask if I was sure. He just reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom.
“For emergencies,” he said as he tore it open with his teeth and shoved his pants to his ankles with my help and then rolled the condom on. He really did have a nice package. I should compliment him on it later.
“Quick and hard?” he said, teasing my entrance like he had the last time.
“Quick and hard,” I agreed and he thrust into me so hard my back slammed into the desk with a thud. Good thing the room was soundproof.
I gasped as he pulled back and thrust again as his mouth assaulted mine, and then the two of us were lost and it was hot and rough and I never wanted it to end. I was going to have bruises and I didn’t care one bit.
“Are you close?” he said, breaking the kiss for just a moment.
“So close.” He reached a hand down and circled my clit, playing with my piercing as he continued to drive both of us closer and closer until . . .
I shuddered around him and then I felt him tense and come himself. Nearly simultaneous orgasms. I’d never had that happen before. Near the end of my relationship with Royce, I’d had to fake a few times and then get Mr. Buzzy to finish the job.
Lucas rolled off me and onto his back on the desk, which was sweaty from our combined efforts.
“Anything else I can do for you, Miss Clarke?” he said, his voice a little breathless.
“No, I think that about covers it, Mr. Blaine.” I turned my head and he was grinning at me. “You get my approval.”
“Does that mean this will be a regular occurrence? I just want to be sure I’m as prepared as I can be.”
“Well, you did have a condom in your back pocket,” I said, propping myself up on my elbow.
“I was a Boy Scout. Be prepared.” He made the sign with his hand and I rolled my eyes.
“Well, I was never a Girl Scout.” I reluctantly peeled myself off the desk. “Ugh, I think there are some cleaning wipes here somewhere.” I found some, and also some tissues for Lucas so he could clean himself up. He put the tissues and condom in his pocket, which was probably a good idea. A used condom in the wastebasket was a wee bit suspicious.
I put my clothes back on, and wiped down the table and sprayed some air freshener that I’d also found in a cabinet for good measure. Hopefully no one would come in here for the rest of the day so it could air out. That’s the part you never think about when you decide to have sex in the office: the cleanup.
I heard the zip of Lucas’ pants and we turned to face one another.
“How’s my hair?” I said.
“Honestly? Thoroughly f**ked.” I didn’t have a mirror, but I used my hands to feel my head and it was definitely not good.
“Here,” he said, motioning to me to turn around. He took my hair down from the hairband and started combing through it with his fingers.
“I have two nieces,” he said in answer to my unspoken question.
“Oh.” He smoothed my hair back, then gathered it and twisted it back into a low ponytail like someone who had done it a fair share of times.
“There.” I reached back and it was an improvement.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime. It’s been a business doing pleasure with you.” He gave me a quick smile and I realized that his hair was pretty f**ked, too. I motioned for him to lean down and I ran my fingers through it, trying to get it back to how it looked before.
I gave up.
“Don’t worry. It always looks like this.” He kissed my cheek and then motioned for the door.
“I’ll go first, yes?” I nodded and he slowly opened the door after I unlocked it. “Coast is clear.” I gave him the go-ahead and he walked out of the room like he was just taking a stroll, then headed toward the break room. Smart. I left the door open a crack and waited, my heart pounding.