Chapter 32
Tiffany
Sitting at my desk tapping my foot and waiting to understand what was going on was not going to cut it for the rest of the day. I could see Jason sitting at his desk across the hall, but we hadn’t even greeted each other yet. I watched him pass by Jordan when I first came in, tapping him on the shoulder and smiling. It looked like they had finally worked things out, which made me feel a lot better. Still, we hadn’t hashed anything out yet, and it left an empty feeling in my chest. What if he had decided that family was more important? What if I was sitting here like an idiot thinking we would work everything out between us, and he was sitting there completely done with us? I was overthinking things as usual, and my hormones were playing some serious games with my emotions. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but every time I looked across the hall at Jason, my nerves hit me all over again. I knew the best thing for me to do would be to focus on getting these files out, and then I could decide what my next course of action was. Maybe by then, he would look more interested in having a conversation with me.
I opened the files and began to work, forcing myself to not look up, even when it felt like he was looking over at me. I stared relentlessly at the messenger and then down at my phone, wondering why he wasn’t even trying to start the conversation. I shook my head, trying to force myself to focus, wanting nothing more than to hear his voice in my doorway. When I was done with the files, I walked them down the hall to John’s office and placed them in the box on his secretary’s desk. I really didn’t want to face John today, knowing he knew what all the trouble was over, and I had been at the center of it. I could feel the eyes of the other people in the office burrowing into my neck as I walked. Instead of music playing from the speakers, I could hear the low whispers of my peers as I moved quickly back toward my office. I hated the fact that people were still talking about me like my life was some television show. I didn’t give a damn what they thought about me personally, but it was really starting to take a toll on me, constantly having people give me pity smiles or nasty looks. I felt like pulling up a chair and just screaming the story to everyone in the office so the stupid rumors could stop. I had heard everything from me having a secret lover and the child not being Jason’s or Jordan’s to the reason I got divorced was that I had always been secretly in love with his brother. It was insane that these people didn’t have anything better to do with their time.
I looked across the hall, but Jason wasn’t in his office. I sat down in my chair wanting to wait for him to come back. I assumed he had some kind of meeting this morning, but I wasn’t sure of the schedule at that point. I grabbed my coffee mug and rounded the corner, needing my one cup of coffee allowance already. As I turned the corner, I faltered, seeing Jason standing next to the coffee pot. He looked just as charming as ever, and he looked up at me and smiled kindly as I approached. The other people standing around talking whispered as they passed me, and I put my head down and headed straight for the coffee. I poured a cup and faced the wall, waiting for the rumor mill to leave. Once they did, I let out a deep breath and turned toward Jason. He hadn’t moved an inch, and I found him standing and staring at me as I fixed my morning brew. My cheeks blushed a bit when I figured out he had been watching me the whole time. I still didn’t understand how he went through every day ignoring everyone’s stares. I guess when you aren’t being labeled the office whore, it didn’t really affect you that bad.
I stared up at Jason, the butterflies in my stomach getting stronger. He tilted his head as he gazed into my eyes and reached up, pushing a piece of hair from my face. The feeling of his warm hands against my skin sent electricity barreling through me. He was so calm and sure of himself, and it felt oddly arousing. I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed his finger against my lips and shook his head. I tilted my head confused as he took my coffee from my hand, set it on the counter, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the door. Everything about him moved in a smooth fluid motion, and I couldn’t help but just follow him out of the lounge and toward the elevator. We stood waiting for the elevator to arrive, and it seemed to take forever. He stared down at me, and I nervously fidgeted with my hands, pulling my shirt down lower over my pants. I looked over as several people walked by, watching us and whispering. I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply, happy to hear the elevator doors finally slide open.
We stepped inside and stood on opposite ends as he pushed a button. I looked up and watched as the mirrored doors of the elevator slid shut and the room shimmied before lowering us down. I turned toward Jason and watched as he took two large steps toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked deep in my eyes and pressed his lips hard against mine. Immediately, passion flew through my body, and I reached up to grab the front of his shirt and kiss him wildly. Our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies, and I glanced over with a grin, seeing that he had pressed the seventh-floor key. As the elevator slowed down, we separated ourselves and watched the doors slide open. Several men in hard hats walked past and nodded, and I looked over at Jason.
“Roof?” I thought it was a dumb idea, but it was the only one I had.
“Perfect,” he said calmly, pulling out his key and putting it into the roof slot. Only the owners of the companies in the building got to have roof access. I wrapped my arms around myself as I prepared to step out onto the roof, knowing the wind would be hard and cold. Jason stepped close again and reached down, grabbing me around the waist and picking me up. His lips grazed over my neck, and I moaned softly in his ear. As the elevator reached the roof, the doors slid open, and he carried me out onto the dark surface. My hair whipped wildly around me but between the black surface and the heat in my arousal, I didn’t feel cold at all. We walked to the left corner and he sat me down, turning me toward him with force, and quickly unbuttoning my top. He didn’t waste any time pulling up my skirt and running his fingers through my pulsing wet mound. I reached forward and groped at his hard shaft, sticking out from his pants.
He pulled his jacket off and laid it down on the ground, pulling me down on top of it. He dropped down on his knees and pushed my skirt all the way up to my hips, pulling my panties down and putting them in his pocket. He reached down and grabbed my thighs, lifting my ass in the air and pushing his lips into my pussy. He moved them in circles through my wetness, pushing me to moan loudly. My hormones weren’t just affecting my mood, they affected my arousal, too, and I could already feel myself getting ready to come. He lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes as he plunged two fingers inside of me. I leaned my head back and let out a whimper, feeling him deep inside.
“You like that?”
“Mmhmm,” I whined.
“You going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I groaned loudly, feeling the heat in my stomach increase.
I looked up and met his gaze as he pushed his fingers in and out of me fast and with force. He steadily watched my face as I writhed and wriggled in his hands. He turned his hand over and rubbed my clit with his thumb as he fingered me deeply. My whole body tensed and began to shake as my first orgasm blew through my body without warning. I reached up and grabbed onto the ledge feeling the waves of pleasure coursed through me. He smiled slyly as he slowed down with his hands and reached over, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. I licked my lips, wanting to feel him inside of me so bad. It was like my body was refusing to recover from the first orgasm before starting to build another one. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and slipped the head of his cock inside of me while I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I arched my back when he pushed hard and deep inside of me, and I was so sensitized, I swore I could feel every single wrinkle and fold on his cock. His body slammed against mine, and my moans were carried away by the winds whipping across the roof. I reached up and ground my fingertips into his shoulders as his body rubbed against mine. My clit tingled as his skin touched down on it, his hips moving in circles as he plunged inside of me. I reached up to squeeze my nipples, feeling the race to the orgasm begin. I flicked my fingers over their sensitive bulge as he fucked me hard. My fingers moved in the same motion as his hips until finally arched my back high in the air, and I whined, another orgasm taking over and flooding my body with ecstasy. At that point, I would have thought my body would be exhausted, but it only wanted more.
I pushed him off me, and he sat with his back against the ledge. I lowered myself down onto his long, hard shaft and wrapped my legs around his waist. I moved my hips and leaned back against his thighs as he bounced me up and down on his cock. I hear his low growls as his fingers dug into my thighs. My juices were running down his shaft, and with every lift and lower of my body, the cold air hit the wet skin, sending goosebumps up my neck. I tilted my hips slightly and let my clit rub up and down his stomach as he began to push and pull at a fevered rate. I could tell he was getting close, and I wanted to feel him come inside of me so bad. I leaned my head back and rubbed my tits through my open shirt as he picked me up and slammed me down on his cock. His arm muscles bulged underneath his white button-up dress shirt, and he bit down on his lip and groaned. He lifted me up one last time and pushed down deep, holding me and thrusting his hips upward. Just from the feeling of his cock swelling inside of me, I exploded, my pussy pulsating around his shaft and my warm juices mixing with his. We both screamed out into the wind before I collapsed on top of him, exhausted but completely satisfied. I let out a sigh and kissed his neck.
I guess things weren’t as bad as I thought they would be.