“Files under miscellaneous.”
“And strut around in nothing but bra and panties while dusting boss’s office. What’s that file under?”
“Cleaning in uniform, obviously.”
She snorts. “And required dessert after lunch, Charlee’s pussy?”
“Yes, I’m famished today.”
She crumbles up the list and tosses it back at me. “You’re delusional if you think I’m doing that.”
“We’re on our own floor. No one will ever know.”
She folds her arms over her chest. “When we’re at work, we’re working. This morning we got a little carried away—”
“That was not getting carried away. That was a kiss. If you want to get carried away, I can strip that white dress off your body right now and show you what getting carried away is all about.”
“That’s quite all right.” She motions up and down my body with her finger. “I know your kind. You have office fantasies that border erotica, and I will tell you right now, Rath Westin, they’re not going to come true. I came here to work and work I shall. Do you hear me?”
Loud and clear.
“Please, Rath, stop teasing me,” Charlee groans, as she’s presses up against one of the windows of my office, completely naked and writhing against the cool glass.
My pants are down, my dick is rubbing against her ass, and my shirt is undone so I can feel her heated skin against mine.
“Tell me you want it,” I growl into her ear while holding her jaw so she can’t move. “Tell me you were lying this morning, that you don’t just come here to work, but that you come here to see me.”
“You know I do,” she says, moving her butt back. The hand that’s not gripping her jaw is teasing her pussy, barely gliding over her slit, making her crazy with need.
“That’s not what you said earlier. You said this is a place for working, not fucking.”
“I was a liar,” she says through clenched teeth as my finger slips inside her briefly, but then pull out. “Rath, stop,” she begs. “You’re being mean.”
I still and remove myself from her body. She turns quickly, only to be pinned against the window again, but I do it gently, lightly taking her hands in mine and move them above her head. I rest my forehead against hers and gently say, “Charlee, I’m never being mean in the bedroom. Don’t say that.”
“You won’t let me come,” she says, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Because I don’t want you to simply come. I want you to feel your entire orgasm from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. When you’re with me, you are going to be pleasured. It won’t only be us having sex. There’s going to be so much more to that, which means, I’ll take my time when I want. I’m not being mean. I’m pulling every last ounce of pleasure from you.”
I lightly kiss her lips and let one hand go while linking our fingers with the other. I cup her cheek and move my mouth across hers while slowly grinding my dick against her center. She moans into my mouth and her fingers curl over mine.
Unable to take much more, I wrap her leg around my waist and position my cock at her entrance right before lifting her up against the glass and plunging deep inside her. Hands still connected with my other arm holding her up, I fuck her against the window with powerful thrusts, loving how she feels wrapped around me and how she gives her body over to my control so easily.
It’s sexy.
It’s exactly what I need from her.
Nothing has ever felt like this. I’ve never felt like fucking is coming home, like this is where I should have been my entire life. It’s terrifying and thrilling all at the same time, and with each increased thrust, I greedily want more and more.
Our mouths connect, our bodies heighten in pleasure together, as our breaths become ragged and labored. Together our orgasms start to rise. Her core contracts around my cock, I swell inside of her as a plunging euphoria rolls down my spine.
“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly. “God, yes, Rath. Right . . . there.” She tenses and her pussy contracts even more, making it almost impossible to thrust. “Keep going. Please. Rath . . . shit . . . I’m coming.”
I’m right there with her as my hips pump faster and faster, my balls tighten, and before I can pull out, I come inside her. Fuck, I love the feel of her around my cock. Bare. Us. I’m fucking grateful she’s on the pill.
I hold her against the window while we catch our breath, my mouth traveling up her neck and then back down. Lingering kisses allow me to taste her delectable skin. Sweet with a hint of salt from our exertion. Soft and smooth, my scruff mars her beautiful complexion, marking her as mine. Her hands fall around my waist and she tilts her head to the side, granting me better access to her neck.
“Okay . . . we really need to get some work done now,” she says on a laugh when I move my mouth to her collarbone, heading south one more time.
“I think I’m good with doing this all day,” I murmur, taking one of her breasts in my hand.
“Rath, I’m serious.”
Sighing, I stop my pursuit and lower my head to her shoulder. “Yeah, I know.” Her hand still in mine, I bring it to my mouth. “You’re still coming over to my place tonight?”
“My grandma wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I press a quick kiss to her nose. “And you? You want that?” She smiles and it’s almost her coy smile.
“Yes, Rath. I want that too.” I smack her ass and say, “Good. Get back to work.”
Clearly offended, she points her finger into my chest and says, “I suggest you don’t do that again.”
Chuckling, I hold up my hands. “No slapping the ass and sending you on your way. Got it.”
Sitting on my lap, wearing nothing but one of my button-up shirts . . . unbuttoned . . . Charlee plays with my hand as music plays in the background and the fireplace casts a light orange glow on her. Full and exhausted from our small fuck fest, we relax in each other’s arms, simply enjoying each other’s company.
Honestly, I don’t think I can remember a time I’ve ever felt this relaxed, this calm. It’s almost like Charlee is my drug, and she’s able to help me release every worry and stressor in my body by sitting on my lap.
“Come on, you have to have an embarrassing story to tell me.” She plays with the hair on the back of my head. “You’re so stoic all the time, but I see how you are with Bram and Roark. Tell me another story about your college days, something other than peeing in a hamper.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “You don’t want to hear that shit. It’s frat-boy crap that’s stupid and really demeans my image.”
“Well, I think you need to be brought down a peg or two in my mind because you’re being held in high regard right now. It’s not good.”
“Not good? I would say that’s pretty honorable. Why would I want to change that?”
“Because.” I run my hand up her thigh and try not to get excited when I glance down and see one of her breasts completely exposed. She continues on a heated breath, “If you tell me an embarrassing story, it might make you more human, which in return will be good for you, because then I might like you even more.”