Coast was clear, but I had to make absolutely sure, so I knocked on every single office door and made sure we were the only two people left.
Lucah leaned against his desk as I did one more check.
“Is anyone here?” he yelled and I shushed him. He put his hand to his ear. “Nope, nothing but echoes.” He grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer.
“So,” he said.
“So,” I said.
“Your desk or mine?” he said, kissing me and backing me up so I was against my office door.
“I have reports all over my desk,” I said as he kissed me and started unbuttoning my shirt.
“There are reports all over my desk,” he said. He kissed my collarbone and I moved my hands down his back to un-tuck his shirt from his pants.
I didn’t want to have sex on reports that were going to go back into files. That was just . . . not okay.
“How about we go over here?” he said, pulling me with him to the boardroom. There was a big huge table and it got cleaned every night and it also had a lock.
“You’re so smart. I love that you’re so smart.”
“I love that you’re so sexy,” he said, opening the door, slamming it and then locking it.
Before I knew it, he was bending me back on the table and kissing me. I missed the tongue ring and he stopped and pulled back for a moment.
“I almost forgot something,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. He held his hand open and I saw that it was his tongue barbell. He stuck his tongue out, slipped the barbell in and screwed the top on. It looked a lot easier than it probably was.
“You are the perfect man,” I said as he kissed and licked my neck with his magic tongue.
“Turn around,” he said, and I did. He reached his hand up under my skirt, testing and teasing me.
“Do you want me inside you?” He asked me this nearly every time and the answer was always yes.
I heard the rip of the condom wrapper and then he was entering me from behind and we were both mostly clothed. It was deep and hard and he bent me over until my face was on the table and I turned my head to the side as he thrust into me and I met him with my hips. It was primal and felt almost forbidden. The combination of that and the location and the fact that anyone could walk in had me coming fast, with him right behind me.
He lay on my back and kissed the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry about earlier.”
“I know,” I said, looking at him with my peripheral vision. “I’m still going to make you pay for it.” With that, he got off me and flipped me over, pushing me until I was sitting on the table with my legs dangling. I knew exactly what he was doing and the anticipation made it all the more delicious. He took care of himself, zipped up his pants and kneeled before me, spreading my legs open.
Hooking my panties with his fingers, he pulled them over my hips and pushed my skirt up. I was wide open to him and my skin puckered with goosebumps.
Lucah ran his hands up the inside of my thighs, stopping just short of where I wanted him. Then he stuck his tongue out and licked the path his hands had just taken, stopping short again. My legs were trembling, waiting. He was paying me back, but he was also going to take his sweet time about it, which almost made it worse.
His tongue circled my clit, his piercing clicking as it hit mine and my hands went in my hair and then I was flying higher as his mouth and tongue and hands brought me up, up, up . . .
“Oh God, Lucah. I love you.” I couldn’t come without telling him this now. His mouth was otherwise occupied so he didn’t answer, but when he made me come again a few minutes later and I collapsed on the table, the cool mahogany causing shivers to break out on my skin. He grinned and pulled himself up to sit next to me, his legs actually touching the floor whereas mine weren’t even close.
“You’re forgiven,” I said, clumsily patting his shoulder. I didn’t think I could move. He was going to have to carry me back to my desk and prop me up in it for the rest of the day.
“I’m still sorry.” He put his hands behind himself and leaned on them. I turned my head to watch him.
“I know. It’s not like you’re hiding a secret lovechild, or you’re cheating on me. You’re not lying because you’re trying to save your own ass. I can respect that. I’m a reasonable person.” I waited for him to snort about the last part, but he didn’t. He seemed lost in thought.
“You don’t have a love child, do you?” He finally looked at me.
“No. No children here.” Not even any scares. “Hey,” I said and rubbed his arm and sat up, resting my chin on his shoulder. I shimmied my skirt down and made a note to find my underwear before we left.
“It hurts so much, not being able to tell you. So much that it’s like a knife sometimes.” I kissed his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Lucah. I swear. I’m fine now. Just give me a heads up next time, or at least try to get me a telegram or a smoke signal or something. Anything. I was really worried about you and I don’t like being worried like that.”
“I don’t like to make you worry like that. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He leaned down to pick up my panties and got off the table, leaning down to put them back on. I hopped off the table and he slid them back into place. Such a shame.
“So how was it for you, Miss Clarke? Do I get a performance evaluation?” His playful side was back and I was glad. Not that I didn’t like his serious side, but it worried me sometimes when he was too serious for too long a time.
“Hm, I think I’ll have to see some more of your work before that happens.” I wrapped his tie around my wrist and used it to pull his mouth down for a kiss. And then we heard the sound of a door closing.
Lucah and I froze, mid-kiss and my eyes flew open. I clung to him and we listened. The chances of someone coming in this room were slim, but you never knew. I started thinking about my options. The door was locked on the inside, but if someone tried to open it, we were screwed.
I could hide under the table and Lucah could say that he had to get something, or he could hide under the table. Or we could both hide under the table, but then the person would need a key to open the door and if we were caught, we were definitely beyond in trouble.
In limbo, we waited.
“Do you want me to peek?” he said low in my ear. I shrugged one shoulder, scared to speak less the person hear us. Lucah walked as quietly as he could to the door and put his ear in the crack between the door and the frame. I held my breath and waited. And waited.