CHAPTER FORTEEN
Mandy
I did get up and make sure that the door was locked. It was close to the end of the day, and everyone would be leaving, giving us some privacy. I turned and looked at Stephen, who was leaning back and unbuttoning his slacks.
All the desire that I pushed away after not hearing from him for that week roared to life inside of me. I strode back to him, licking my lips.
Was it smart to have sex with someone in your office that you worked with? Was it a good idea to risk losing your job of just a few weeks because you couldn’t keep your hands off someone?
Probably not, but I didn’t care.
I approached his chair and dropped to my knees, sliding his pants down to get to him. Stephen scooted forward eagerly, and I leaned over him, licking his shaft from the base to the tip several times. Had it really been a week since I had him like this?
I sucked him down my throat as he fisted my hair. Stephen gasped as I moved, my mouth so tight around him that it almost hurt.
I thought about the night when I was alone in bed, replaying our night together. I touched myself when it got to be too much, trying to make myself come as hard as Stephen did. It never worked, but at least it was some relief.
I tried to hate Paul when he hit on me at work, but it was in humor. He was the comic relief around the office, and while I was certain that he noticed I wasn’t spending time with Stephen, I didn’t think he meant it. Nor did I think he’d turn me away if I agreed to any of his crazy suggestions.
It didn’t take too long to realize that I didn’t want anyone other than Stephen. I had never wanted anyone other than Stephen in my life, something I finally realized being without him.
I took him harder in my mouth, working his cock fast. Stephen cried out my name as he jerked forward, filling my mouth and throat with his release. I licked him clean before moving back to rest on my knees. I’d never been promiscuous in my life, but there was something about him that made me crazy.
“That felt so damn good, Mandy. Come here. Now.” I was wet and throbbing but somehow managed to stumble to my feet. He helped me onto his desk and pushed my skirt back before tugging my panties down my thighs. He left his pants down, his cock thick and slick with wetness from my attention moments before.
Stephen spread my thighs open and parted my folds as I dropped to the smooth surface behind me. I stayed on my elbows, so I could watch him enjoy me.
“Stephen,” I whimpered and tensed as his hot breath brushed across my pussy. I’d shaved the night before, and he seemed to enjoy the look—a lot.
“We’re not getting interrupted this time.” He glanced up and licked the side of his mouth as he dragged a finger down my slit. “Come hard for me, okay?”
“Of course,” I released the breath that I’d been holding, feeling selfish for wanting him so damn bad. Last time couldn’t be helped, and I knew that. I was good with it.
He leaned in, finding my clit with his tongue and stroking it firmly as I moaned. It felt so damn good, and I reminded myself of where we were as I felt his hands spreading me further for him. I dropped my legs down and grabbed at his hair, needing to feel him.
Stephen licked me, taking the time to suck me into his mouth. I groaned, needing his attention more than anything. I was so sensitive and turned on that I felt weak with it. I was frozen as my pulse spiked, and my orgasm swelled in my stomach.
He must have sensed how close I was, and slipped a finger inside of me, tapping my G-spot with force. That combined with his tongue tapping my clit was all I needed to explode.
I gripped his hair harder and cried out, praying that nobody was there. Stephen latched his mouth on me and sucked all the sweet juices in as I bit my lip to silence my scream. I shook under his touch, and he chuckled darkly, but didn’t let up.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom here,” he muttered as he moved back and dropped his slacks to the floor. “I want to fuck you so badly, baby.”
“Please. I need you so much,” I begged as he pressed forward, entering me with one long thrust. Fuck. He spread me open, filling my pussy as he claimed me. “So good.”
Stephen took me with long, deep thrusts that were already edging me toward another blessed release. I gripped the smooth edges of the desk, raising my hips as he gripped my body to hold me still for him. Stephen rocked against me, plunging inside of me as I breathed his name.
“Mandy…so tight. I am so close to filling you.” He eased back and then took me so hard that my body slid back on the desk as I let myself go. “Fuck yes. Come for me.”
Stephen followed with his own release, and I felt our heat mingling together as I closed my eyes. I’d never felt this before with anybody and might not again, so I memorized it. Stephen was the man that I was looking for, but there was still so much uncertainty between us.
This was raw and real.
He slowly kept moving until he dropped back into his seat, breathing deeply. “I am not letting you go again. I need you too badly. I want you too much.”
We rested for a while before he carried me over to the couch and dropped onto it, looking at me with dark eyes. He was hard again.
“Come here. I want more.” He reached for me.
I eased myself down over him, groaning at the sensitivity of his length. Stephen lifted my dress over my head and pushed my bra up so that he could suck a nipple into his mouth slowly, making me cry out. I kept moving over him, clawing at Stephen’s shoulders as I buried him inside of me.
We rolled onto the couch, me on my back as he kissed me. Our lips met slowly and hungrily as we made up for lost time. It was everything that I’d ever wanted and so much more. He slipped inside of me again, taking me slower this time. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I think Brandon’s asleep. We can go to my place. We’ll make something to eat and christen my bed.” He was still inside of me, barely moving as I stared up at his face.
“Really?” I asked as he nodded.
We finally pulled apart, though neither of us wanted to. Making love felt far too much like being in love. It scared me a little, but I fought against it. I wasn’t walking away from one of the only good things in my life at that time.
We left a short while later once he checked with his nanny to make sure that Brandon was in bed. He apologized to her for how late it was before assuring her that he was headed home.
He cleaned up his office and dressed as I headed through the empty building to mine, collecting my things and shutting everything down. It was hard to believe that it was Monday as I returned to Stephen, surprised when he wrapped his arms around me for a long kiss.
We made our way to the empty parking lot, and I thought back to the night we went to the bar with everybody with a smile. “How’s your car these days?” Stephen asked me as I glanced at him.
“It’s running great,” I replied with a wicked smile on my face. “I just need your address.”
He sent it to me through a text so I could plug it into my GPS, making sure that I was leaving before his Jeep pulled out. I listened to the robotic voice of the woman as I made the proper turns, my heart fluttering in my chest. I knew that this wasn’t a chance to spend more time with Brandon, but I was going to Stephen’s house. I was starting something with him.
I pulled into the driveway of the cute bungalow style home and checked out where I should park. I found a spot that wouldn’t block the Chevy that was already there. Stephen pulled into the large garage and walked through a door that separated it from the house, keys in hand. He unlocked the door, and I noticed the curious look the pretty black-haired girl shot me as she looked over from the couch. “Danielle, this is Mandy. She works with me.” Stephen waved a hand between us as I moved to shake her hand with a smile. “You’ve been working hard this week. Thank you. I am going to try to get my hours back to normal now.”
“It’s no problem at all,” she assured him as she looked at me. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Sounds great, Danielle.”
I took this chance to look around the spacious living room, impressed with the home that Stephen had created for his son. There was so much warmth already, but it needed a woman’s touch for sure.
We went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and he stared into the fridge while I leaned against a counter behind him.
“How about breakfast?” He glanced over his shoulder.
“Mmmm…I could go for some pancakes.”
“Good. What the lady wants, the lady gets.” He turned and pulled out various items, handing them to me over his shoulder.
He excused himself to check on Brandon and to change into some sweats. One he got back, we had a good time making breakfast together. It was a bit like playing house, but I loved it. I needed it in my life.
“All done.” He lifted the plate to his nose and breathed in deeply as he watched me. “Smells like heaven.”
I smiled and took the plate before heading over to the small table in the kitchen. I sat down and glanced up at him. “Thank you for this.”
“No need to thank me. I’m loving having you here with me,” Stephen assured me as he sat down and stabbed a piece of the pancake on his fork. “You staying the night?”
“I wish. Let’s go fool around on the couch after this and then I need to get going.”
He gave me a frown. “Why?”
“I don’t want Brandon waking up and seeing me here.” I shoved a big bit of pancake in my mouth and smiled. “It ain’t right!”
“What?” He laughed and shook his head. “No. Don’t answer that. Chewed pancake is not at all attractive.” He winked. “But you sure as fuck are.”
I thought about saying thank you but decided to wait until I swallowed.