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Shawn
It was my second day on the job, and already, my focus and attention were compromised. Because it was all about her. Laurie. My Tinder date turned boss. Shit, was I screwed?
Yet I couldn’t get my mind off the closet fuck. We’d come together so savagely in a tiny, dark space, the girl hitching her skirt over her hips and giving it to me. And she’d had three climaxes. Holy fuck. This woman was perfect.
It was also a major turn on that we were so public. At the hotel, the room had been ours for the night. Here, the building belonged to many, and anyone could have walked in on us and caught us with our pants down, literally. I wanted to go back in the closet and do more. I wanted to try everything with her, that beautiful pussy mine and mine alone.
Evidently, Laurie was having naughty thoughts as well. At about three p.m. when most people were toiling away, Laurie came up and startled me again like she had the day before.
“You just like scaring the shit out of me, don’t you?” I laughed.
“Sorry,” she purred. “I just needed to say something to you real quick.”
I turned all of my attention on her. “Go ahead.”
She looked around hesitantly.
“We can’t do that again,” she murmured, cheeks flushing. “What happened yesterday. That was careless of me, and stupid.”
I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed turned on just being this close to me. The brunette was twirling her hair rapidly, biting her lip, and the nipples on her perfect tits stood out like diamonds beneath her filmy blouse.
But Laurie was trying to be business-like.
“It was irresponsible of me, especially after what I said to you in my office,” she continued. “I don’t want anyone talking out there.”
I glanced out at the other people in the office. They were all engaged in their work, not even paying attention to us.
“You haven’t heard anything out there, have you?” she asked me nervously.
“No,” I stated. “Laurie, don’t worry—”
“If you hear them talking, you tell me,” she interrupted. “That was so stupid.”
“I think you’re being a little paranoid,” was my drawl. “No one knows what happened. We’re okay. Relax.”
Without another word, she stormed back toward her office.
Aw shit. An angry female is like a bee waiting to sting, and I made an executive decision then. Abandoning my desk, I followed the curvy woman to her office. It was unorthodox and unprofessional, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Slowly, my hand opened the door silently. Laurie whirled around, brown curls flying. She looked like she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
“Meet me at my place after work,” came my low growl. “You have my address on file. Come over and we’ll work it out.
And before she could answer, I shut the door once more, closing it softly. There. Girls always like being told what to do. Because even my beautiful editor likes to be ordered around sometimes, and my subconscious told me that we were going to have an amazing time later in the evening.
Several hours had passed since work ended. I was at my apartment, sitting on the couch, eyes darting from my television over to the door. Oh shit. Was Laurie coming? It was past eight already, and she hadn’t shown up yet. Fuck. I was going to bed with blue balls.
But suddenly, a soft knock sounded. Perfect. Opening the door revealed Laurie standing there, still dressed in a business suit, hand poised hesitantly.
“I’m glad you came,” was my low growl.
“I’m not going to be here for very long,” she informed me haughtily.
I nodded casually, stepping aside to let her in. The brunette swept inside and immediately began to talk.
“You seemed to be under the impression that our… relationship, if you will, was under negotiation,” Laurie said. “I realize that I came on strong yesterday, but I told you that we couldn’t be involved. We can’t do this.”
“Can’t do what?” I asked, bemused.
“We can’t keep hooking up!” she said with aggravation. “Look, it was really fun. It was a lot of fun. But things are different. You aren’t just a guy I met on Tinder. You’re someone who—”
But I wasn’t listening because that sexy body was beckoning. As she spoke, I strode up to the female, closing the distance within seconds and pressed that softness against my hard rod. I’d been aroused for hours now.
She gasped.
“You’re an intern,” was her cry. “You’re an intern with an amazing, powerful tool, but we can’t keep doing this. I’m serious.”
“You could have told me this over the phone,” was my low rumble. “You could have emailed. You could’ve stopped me before I left work. But you’re here now. Are you sure you don’t want something to happen? I think you do want it.”
She stood there with her delicious, full lips open, trying to summon the appropriate words. However, nothing came out, and instead, she allowed me to kiss her. I kept her pressed against my stiffness so that she would feel just how intense my need was. She was reluctant at first, kissing weakly and even fighting back a bit.
