Chapter Seven
BRAD
“Good morning, Mr, Woods,” Jordan said as I approached her desk that next Monday morning. She was at the office before I was, which was unusual, but it also allowed us a small window of time before the majority of the worker bees got in.
I, for one, knew how I would like to spend that time. Jordan was wearing some kind of black skirt that flared from her waist to her mid-thighs, exposing the soft, creamy skin that I wanted to bury my head between. Her shirt was tight, accentuating each one of her hourglass curves.
“Good morning, Jordan. Could you step into my office for a minute, please.” I didn’t even stop as I asked the question, marching past her desk like I would any other employee.
This was definitely going to be one hell of a fucking thrill. The thought alone of what I was about to do to her, of what the two of us were doing, sneaking around together, was enough to rouse my dick. Though, it always seemed ready to go from zero to hero when Jordan was around nowadays.
As soon as we hit my office, I kicked the door closed behind her, and I was on her the very next second. Pushing her up against the door, her sexy body was caged between my arms and pressed up against my chest. My lips crashed onto hers, and my tongue shot into her mouth at the first gasp that escaped.
Jordan held her own, however, kissing me back just as passionately and throwing her arms around my neck. Her hips started gyrating against mine, fast. Hungry. I pressed my erection against her, giving her just a taste of what I knew she wanted, savoring the resulting moans.
I got off on women’s pleasure, and Jordan’s was intoxicating. The thought that a beautiful girl like her was driven so wild by the likes of me, it was no wonder my dick was acting like we were back in our early twenties.
When we finally came up for air, Jordan’s lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes glazed with lust, but she smiled against my lips. “What was that for?”
“Just saying good morning.” Another moan fell from those fuckable lips when I pressed myself hard against her again, keeping her caged against the door.
Jordan sighed happily and kissed a line over my jaw to my ear, licking its shell when she got there. “Good morning to you too, then.”
Planting kisses all the way up her neck and down to her collarbone, I made mental notes of every place that made her shudder or gasp. I planned on doing a lot of that before our time together inevitably came to an end.
“Want to make it a better morning?” I asked.
“Depends, what do you have in mind?” Jordan asked, her voice breathy.
“Well.” I tapped my chin, pretending to think as my other hand danced under the hem of her skirt and up those glorious thighs. “For starters, I want to taste you. I’ve been going fucking crazy thinking about you all damn weekend, and I’m not waiting any longer.”
Jordan released a soft groan when my hand stroked higher, cupping her pussy over silky panties that did absolutely nothing to hide the wetness that was already seeping through. She writhed against my hand, pouting when I moved it with her. “It was the same for me. Please, Brad.”
Music to my fucking ears. I rewarded her by pushing down right onto her clit, quickly clamping the hand that had been on my chin over her mouth to muffle her load moan. “Think you can be quiet for me, baby? Just this once, though.”
Her teeth sank into her lip, and she nodded, but her eyes shone with uncertainty. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of her panties and took a small step back before I started rolling them down.
“Where are you going?” she gasped.
“Nowhere. I’m right here. We’re just going to need something to put in your mouth.” Her eyes grew wide, but darkened until the blue of her irises had all but disappeared when she realized what I was planning to do with her panties. I chuckled. “You really are a wicked girl, aren’t you?”
“No,” she protested, but then her eyes grew contemplative and lost some of the heat that had been there.
“What is it?”
Jordan shook her head. “It’s no—”
“Don’t you dare say nothing. What’s wrong?” I would coax whatever it was out of her, no matter what it took. I wanted her too badly to let anyone, or anything else, into the room with us. I needed her attention on me and my tongue and nothing else.
She took a deep breath, looking nervous about what she wanted to say. “It’s just, you know that Nicole was with me all weekend, right?”
There was the only name that could, and did, extinguish the mercurial levels my blood was heating to. “Right.”
“It was really hard being with her, Brad.” Tears sprung to Jordan’s eyes, and I wanted to kick myself for ever giving into the temptation that was causing them. Women should never cry on a man’s account.
It was a rule that I lived by. It was one of the big reasons why I was always upfront about the fact that nothing would ever come of a fuck, not with me.
Pressing myself back up against her, my hands went to her ass, and I lifted her against my stomach, walking her over to my desk. “I know it’s hard for you. It’s hard for me, too.”
“What do you mean?” She looked up at me, vulnerability in her eyes.
Yeah, I fucked up on this one. But I wasn’t quite ready to let her go yet, either. I’d been with her once, for fuck’s sake. No man worth his salt would let a girl like Jordan Hill walk away after one damn time.
“She called me yesterday. I felt like shit after we talked.” The least I could do was be honest with her.
A look that I didn’t like flashed across her features, settling as a deep frown. “Do you think we should stop this?”
My eyes dropped to where I was clutching at her perfect thighs, her skirt pushed up to her waist, and my erection tenting my slacks. “Well, yeah. But maybe not right now.”
Jordan cupped my face between her hands, smiling before tugging my mouth toward hers and kissing me. Hard. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe not, like, right now.”
I was about to drop to my knees, pull her ass to the edge of my desk, and finally get a taste of that sweet pussy when a soft knock at my door had us breaking apart. “Just a minute.”
Jordan looked at me, terror flashing across her delicate features. Then, she jumped from the desk and got her clothes smoothed out. Meanwhile, I thought about the economic crisis in Greece, filing tax returns, and anything else that I could to take care of the bulge in my slacks.
When Jordan was ready, she nodded at me, and I strode across my office, ready to lay into whoever dared to interrupt what I couldn’t fucking wait to do.
I opened the door to find Zach waiting on the other side with a knowing smirk fixed on his face.
Cock. Blocking. Mother. Fucker.
“What?” I barked.
Zach held up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, but not before looking over my shoulder to wink at Jordan. “Nothing. I can see that you’re busy. I’ll come back later. Have fun.”
Jordan was frozen in place when I slammed the door in Zach’s face and turned back to her, ready to pick up where we’d left off. The look of horror fixed on her pretty features, however, immediately made it clear that that wasn’t happening. “What wrong?”
Jordan sucked in a deep breath. “How does he know?”
Frowning, I realized that telling Zach might’ve been a mistake. “I told him.”
Her features contorted into a mix of shock, outrage, and disbelief. “How could you tell him?”
She didn’t give me the opportunity to answer. She stormed out of my office and went to her desk, then proceeded to ignore me for the rest of morning. She only spoke to me when she absolutely had to and glared daggers in my direction whenever she thought she could without anyone noticing.
It would’ve been either cute or infuriating, if it wasn’t for the case of blue balls I was stuck with, which made for some curt meetings and less than friendly phone calls.
I could only hope that she would forgive me soon. My mind needed to be appeased that she wasn’t pissed enough to do something stupid, and my cock needed to be buried deep, deep inside of her. Stat.