So far, my best had been fifty percent. That was the year prior. I’d gotten fifty percent of our proposals and almost sixty-eight percent of the investments I’d been looking for by the end of the day.
It made me feel like a champion. As it was though today, I was having a hard time staying focused on the numbers and the dry recitation of the effects a recession in the European Union would have on our coming year. It was the opening salvos of financial chess.
Fuck, it was boring me to death. I was having a hard time sitting still, and my mind kept wandering back to waking up sandwiched between Jake and Coop that morning. I’d been more than a little horny, and we were all late by the time we finished.
The fact that I could still feel them three hours later suggested I should have scratched the itch, but I found myself wondering how quickly we could wrap this up. When we neared the lunch hour, and we were not any closer to where I wanted to be, I had to resist the urge to scream.
As soon as we called it for lunch, I excused myself to go to my office. I didn’t really like eating with everyone else right now. Most of the queasiness had passed, even with the smell of coffee—thankfully. Though decaf was not my favorite, it was legit better than nothing.
“Hey, Babe,” said a wildly welcome voice as soon as I pushed my office door open.
“Archie…” Relief and desire swarmed through me in equal measures. Leaning back against the door to close it, I turned the lock before crossing to where Archie was rising from the chair in front of my desk.
While he wore a suit, I barely noticed that just that he was here, and then his mouth was on mine and I arched into the kiss. The aching need unfurling in me turned into a forest fire. My breasts had begun to hurt in the past couple of weeks, but this wasn’t the same thing.
“Damn, Babe,” he breathed in between kisses. “Remind me to bring you lunch more often.”
I pushed his jacket off his shoulders. “I don’t want food,” I told him, and his eyes gleamed as he leaned back to study me.
“Babe, don’t you have that all-day—”
“I don’t care,” I said fervently. “We have ninety minutes for lunch, and I know just what you can do in half that time…”
I swore my pussy clenched just thinking about it. Archie nodded. “Take this skirt off and the shirt. Fuck knows I’ll rip it.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I rarely got this dressed up for work, only for the important meetings. The skirt was a little tight and not all that comfortable anyway. I stepped right out of it and laid it neatly over the back of a chair before sliding off my jacket and blouse.
Archie backed up to the sofa and stripped with the kind of efficiency that let me enjoy the way he moved. There was a new scar on him, one I always checked whenever his shirt came off. He’d long since ceased scolding me for checking.
An accident at the shop had sliced him with shrapnel. It looked far worse than it had been, but that scar always reminded me that he was still here with me.
I was soaking my panties, but I left them in place, cause Archie tended to like tearing them off himself. I swore it was why he always bought me the lace ones. Easier to rip.
Sitting down, Archie ran his hand up and down his cock. Hands on my hips, I licked my lips as I watched him teasing himself. There were already drops of pre-cum on the angry red tip.
“I’m not the only one aching.”
“Babe, my dick has been your biggest fan for fifteen years. He’s always aching for you.”
Laughter swelled up within me. “I’m so damn horny,” I admitted and his grin grew. “I can’t make up my mind whether I want to suck you off, have you eat me out, climb on you over there and ride you until we can’t see or…”
Touching my tongue to the top of my lip, I turned to bend over my desk. The wood was cool against my flushed skin. I wiggled my ass in invitation. The warmth of him brushed over me a second before his hand landed on my ass. The spank was so mild; he could do so much more.
“How badly do you want it, Babe?” The hot lick of desire rippled over me at the teasing words. “Tell me how you want me.”
“I need your cock, Archie. I want you to just fucking slam into me, give me everything, and fuck me right here—” I didn’t get to finish the plea as he gave me exactly what I asked for. He yanked my panties to the side and filled me right the hell up.
Dragging my ass back some, he gripped my hips. “Hold onto the desk, Babe, and tell me if this hurts.”
“Yes, sir,” I promised, already half-ready to come just from the rock of his cock through my slick folds. Every push knocked him a little deeper in me. The cool temperature difference between the desk and my skin just added to the sweet torment on my nipples.
Then Archie flexed his hands on my hips and railed into me with a kind of ferocity that had me gasping. When he slid his hand around to tease my clit, I came in a rush. Only the fact that we were in the office kept me from screaming.
At least the first time. He held me steady as I shook and trembled through the first orgasm, his heavy cock resting inside me. Then when I began to calm, he fucked me all over again.
Sometime around the third orgasm, we moved back to the sofa, and I climbed on top of him. He let me have control until we were both a shaking, trembling mess.
“Feel better?” His breathing was a harsh echo of mine, but the soothing warmth of his hands stroking my back helped to quiet some of the storm.
“So much better, but give me a minute, and then I’m going to suck you off.”
He laughed. “Babe, you don’t have to do that.”
I lifted my head and glared at him, but it was hard to stay mad when he was so damn edible. “I want to—” I was still convulsing around him, and it was hard to explain how much I wanted or why I wanted it so badly, but we had another hour and five minutes.
We made the most of it, even if I did go back to that meeting without any panties on.
Worth it.
December
Between the wildness of my libido and the holidays, the guys and I were enjoying the snow holiday to ourselves. Well, that, and the fifty-some odd presents that came in for baby-to-be. I’d finally begun to show a baby bump, much to Jake’s exultation.
He found a dozen reasons a day to cup my tummy, to pet it. Ian had taken to serenading the baby bump, which was one of my favorite things. Archie and Coop also took turns reading to the bump.
When Archie pulled out manuals on engineering and basic electrical connectivity, I’d stared at him and he shrugged.
“Jake talks about hockey regularly, and Bubba’s always singing to him/her; you have Coop for the grounded actual fairy tales and stuff. Besides, Dad is insisting it’s never too early to expand the mind.”
“And you like reading journals and articles to the baby.”
“And I like reading them,” he agreed. I just went back to my own book as he resumed his reading.
It was—amazing and endearing. We weren’t planning on moving from the brownstone for at least another year. Though he had his license, Coop was spending the first three years working under the supervision of other psychologists. In thirteen months, he’d finish that contract and we could look at seriously relocating to Long Island.
That meant we needed a nursery here. Coop and Ian both gave up their rooms and Archie had the wall knocked out between them. I thought we could just split my room in half, but the guys had all taken to sleeping up here more and more. They rarely used their own rooms. So, we transformed the new larger space into a nursery with a closet and changing table.