I CLOSE MY office’s door after Brock and spin around to face him as he falls flat on the small couch, his legs more off it than on. He sighs and rubs his red-rimmed eyes, brought on by staring so long at different screens and tiny print as he fixed the contract that we have to fight for with Mr. Zann and his two employees.
I lean my back against the thin wooden paneled door. “What’s gotten into you? I thought you’d bite Zann’s head off during the negotiations.’’
He blows the air out of his lungs and covers his face with his big hands, growling in his palms with a frustration that eludes me. I mean, we just signed a new contract that is going to bring new clients, and that will ensure our financial security for half of next year. If it’s not the time to celebrate and be overjoyed, I don’t know when it is.
“He’s going to fuck you over, Addy.’’
“What are you talking about? We have the best lawyers in the Midwest, and they drew up the contract. You read it over and over, and you gave me your green light. I read it over and over, and it’s nothing different from what we’re used to.’’
He sits up and taps the space next to him. I stride to him and perch on the couch facing him. Brock’s eyes are trying to pierce through me as if he’s convinced I’m hiding something of some sort. He puts a hand on my bare knee, his long fingers helping my skirt to hike higher on my thighs. His smirk is there, but it’s tinged with the nervous energy that doesn’t seem to leave him since I called him about Mr. Zann.
“I’m not talking about work, Addy.’’ He traces small circles with his thumb on the inside of my knee. It becomes difficult to pay attention to what he’s trying to tell me. “Zann wants in your panties.’’
Now, I know what a cold shower is like. I tense up and lean back, dislodging his tantalizing hand from my sensitive skin. “You’re delusional.’’
“You’re the delusional one,’’ he bites back, his face inches from mine, his words seething. “The man has his eyes set on you. I saw it the last time he came here, and I thought he’d go to someone else since it’s been months, but now…Fuck, I know he’s going to be in touch with you in no time. He’ll dine you, and before you know it, he’s going to bed you before he dismisses you like trash because the man isn’t able to hold an interest in someone for longer than two minutes.’’
I avert my gaze to my hands on my lap twisting the hem of my vest. “I wouldn’t do that, Brock. He’s a client.’’
“And he’s persistent if what I heard is true.’’
I snap my head up and glare at him. “Do you think I’m that easy? It’s not because we’re fuck buddies on top of being best friends that I let any random guy put his dick in me, Brock. You should know me better than that. And the man is chilling. He’s got weird vibes that don’t sit well with me.’’
“I don’t want to upset you.’’
“You’re doing a poor job, then.’’
He tugs on a few strands of his wild hair and reaches for my waist, pulling me toward him. I slowly slip over the couch and end up plastered to his side, his arms protectively wound up around me. He kisses my right temple and puts his chin on top of my head, tucking me safely against his chest.
“I know, but it’d drive me crazy if you’d ended up falling for that man.’’
“Why? Because he’d hurt me?’’
“That and because I don’t want to lose you over him.’’ He tightens his arms around me, and I feel the hammering heartbeats in his chest. “I don’t even want to think about it. You’re not supposed to be anyone else’s, Addy. Not after everything that happened between us.’’
Mouth dry and sweat on my palms, I cuddle closer to him. I let my hand wander on his powerful thighs over his charcoal slacks. “Because we’re sleeping together?’’
He shakes his head on top of mine and leans down, bringing his warm lips against the shell of my ear. “It’s not just that. In my bones, I feel like you can’t be anyone else’s but mine. It’s caveman and goes against everything that is our friendship, but right now I’m not ready to let you go with another man.’’
“I know the feeling.’’
“Yeah?’’
I nod and kiss his neck right where his pulse point is, wildly tracking the beats of his heart. My teeth linger before I soften the small bite with my full lips. He growls and tips my head up to crash his mouth on mine, kissing me with abandon, despair, kissing me with a dominance that melts me into a pile of goo.
I don’t care that we’re in my office and that people are buzzing on the other side of my door, I don’t care that I still have one hour of work to do before I can call it a night. I don’t care about anything other than what Brock is making me feel, how good he makes my body feel.
He breaks the kiss to explore my neck and down to my collarbone, stretching my blouse to the extreme before he latches onto the buttons with impatient fingers. I arch into him and tug on his hair.
When the air hits my upper body only covered by a white lacy bra, my nipples pucker instantly. I moan against his shoulder when his hands wander over every inch of skin available before he pushes me on my back. I look up at him still fully clothed. His eyes stay on my barely covered boobs.
“Brock, touch me.’’
He closes his eyes as if on a blissful pain and leans down toward me. First, he runs his lips around my belly button, biting the soft and pale skin. My hips circle upward in search of his hardness. I’m trying to grind against him to satisfy my need for release.
My breathing is louder as Brock blows air on the damp path of his mouth on my flat stomach. Then, he kisses his way up my rib cage on one side and then the other while his hands stay firmly planted on me, never once teasing my heavy breasts. But now, he reaches my tits still covered by my bra. My nipples are pushing against the frilly fabric.
With his hands next to my shoulders, he presses his lips to the taut nipple on my left breast, sucking it through the fabric. I bite my lower lip and let out a loud moan to urge him on. Because even though he makes me forget how we shouldn’t be doing this here, I still remember that people could stumble on us or hear us through the thin walls. Somehow, it makes this all the more exciting, and if I believe the hard length pulsing against my thigh, I’m not the only one turned on by the location of our little affair.
“I’m not going to take off your bra,’’ he says in a gritty voice, his mouth traveling back down my body to stop at the hem of my skirt.
I frown at the white ceiling of my office. “What? God, Brock, what game are you playing? Do you want me to implode from frustration?’’
He chuckles against my hipbone, the rumble causing a wave of desire to tighten my sex. He brushes his unshaved cheeks against my skin and only stops when I wither against him.
With a smirk, he clasps my hips in his hands and immobilizes me. My skirt hikes higher to reveal the matching set of white lace panties.
“Believe me. You won’t be frustrated, Addy. I’m going to make you come hard, and you’ll have to stay quiet.’’ He gazes at me from his position down my body as he unfastens my skirt and let it fall on either side of me. I suppose now I see the perks of wearing a wrap skirt.
Whit his eyes, he traces the length of my body stops on my soaked panties as if enthralled. His smirk widens, and his wicked dimples peek out.
“I’m going to be loud if you do that,’’ I warn him, trying to close my legs, but he’s faster. He wiggles down some more and presses his broad shoulders between my thighs. His mouth is already level with my still covered sex.
“You pride yourself on your control. It’s time for you to show me.’’ He kisses the inside of my right thigh, so high up my leg that his nose brushes where I ache the most. He groans against me.
“You make me lose my control, Brock. You know it.’’ My cheeks flushed at the admission, even though it’s been quite evident over the few times he made me come so hard that nothing else existed. Once, I even think I blacked out.
He kneels in between my legs, his eyes glued to my panties and tugs them down. Slowly, he slips them down my legs, and I don’t fight him. If anything, I help him get rid of them.
Now, my expensive white lacy panties are on the floor under the coffee table, and I’m left lying on the couch with my legs parted, my bra in full view and my blouse and jacket parted to let his eyes feast on my upper body.
Brock’s hands glide over my legs from my knees to my hips and then he leans down. He trails kisses along my inner thighs, not neglecting an inch of skin, torturing me for long minutes until I beg him breathlessly, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t forget. You can’t make a sound. Your door isn’t locked.’’
And then, before his words can break the lust-filled atmosphere I’m trapped in, he brings his mouth to my wet pussy, his teeth softly playing with my clit, making me arch up.
With his hands, he massages my hips, urging me to stay still, but it’s so damn hard. I grit my teeth when his tongue enters me, lavishing me deftly until I see stars in barely a minute.
I moan slowly through my gritted teeth and tighten my legs on either side of his head. I thrust my hips against his face, shamelessly, as all reason leaves me at once when I build high and higher still. He doesn’t spare me or take a break. No, he devours me.
“Brock…God!’’ I moan under my breath, my heart tearing apart everything in my chest as my lungs burn.
He groans against me, and it goes straight to my impending orgasm, feeding it until I can’t hold off any longer. His teeth latch onto my clit once again, tugging it one last time and then applies pressure with his tongue to finish me off in an exploding orgasm.
I arch upward, my hips moving on their own against his face. I bring my fist to my mouth and bite it just when I let out a strangled cry of pleasure. A tear fell from my right eye, and I go limp, eyes closed, mouth agape, breathing fast and loud.
Brock detaches himself from me and kisses my hipbone before he crawls up over me, making sure not to crush me with his weight. Through half-lidded eyes, I see his proud smile stretching his wet swollen lips. His eyes are even darker than before.
He presses himself against my bare stomach, and I feel how hard he his through his slacks. At least, I got off.
I wound my arms around him and squeeze him. “You’re lethal.’’
He chuckles and kisses my temple, cheek and then my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue and over his bow-shaped lips. I lick them and bite the lower one, earning me a growl and a thrust of his hips.
“Making you come is incredibly hot. It’s the only time you let yourself go, and it’s magnificent.’’ He pecks my lips once more. “But now I need to be inside you, Addy. I want to feel you tighten around my cock and watch your face when you come.’’
“We can’t here. My assistant could walk in at any moment.’’
“Let’s go, then. With your taste in my mouth and that look in your eyes, I’ll stay hard until I can be in you.’’ He brushes strands of hair out of my burning face. “Sex with you is like an addiction, and I’m not ready to experience withdrawal.’’
“Give me my panties.’’
I push at his chest to sit and button up my blouse with shaky hands. My limbs are weak after such an intense orgasm. Brock perfected his skills with many women for sure, but thinking about it doesn’t sit well with me even though I took advantage of it. I’d rather not dwell on any of it. Everything is far too complicated as it is already.
He nibbles my earlobe. “I don’t want you to wear them. In fact, I want you to be bare and ready to fuck me as soon as we’re over the threshold of my place. You’ll have your panties back once we’re finished.’’
I shiver at his naughty words and at the air coming from his mouth that brushes along my neck. My nipples are already standing to attention, begging for him to play with them again.
I suck on my breath and pushes him away to pick up my skirt, tugging on the fabric trapped under Brock who doesn’t try to help. He’s taking his damn good time watching me, licking his lips as if he’s ready to go for round two down on me.
I wrap my skirt around myself, make sure all my clothes are on the right way and glance back at my best friend who’s now toying with my white panties between his fingers, a smirk on his handsome face and his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I got them, Addy.’’ He stands up and puts them in the pocket of his navy jacket, patting it once it’s secured inside. “Grab your stuff. I’m still too fucking hard to pretend I’m a patient guy.’’
I hurry to my desk where I left my purse and cell phone and follow him to the door on weak legs, my muscles still mush. I grab his wrist before he turns down the doorknob. “Do I look okay? I mean, they can’t see what we just did, right?’’ I babble on, my words a staccato of nervousness.
He puts a lock of hair behind my ear and kisses my forehead. “You’re just more beautiful than usual.’’
He turns the doorknob and walks out briskly, not once turning around to check if I’m following. At seeing him striding the room, you’d think something bad happened that needs him out of the office, but only I know the truth; he’s as affected by me as I am by him.
With a hype in my steps, I trail after him with a bright smile on my face and a few nods for the employees, but inside I’m already fantasizing about what he’s going to do to me. If only the elevator wouldn’t have been packed…Could have been one hell of an experience.
Damn, what is he doing to me?
Sex is all I think about when around Brock and even our workplace isn’t a safe place anymore.