Grabbing both sides of her face, I crashed my lips against hers, giving her a long, deep kiss.
“Well, you really know how to greet a girl,” Julia teased when I pulled back enough to catch my breath.
“I missed you.”
Her eyes softened. “I missed you too.”
Then we were kissing again, my hips grinding against hers, mimicking what I wished I could do to her if we were in a different place. Julia groaned as I tunneled my fingers in her hair, holding her where I wanted her while I plundered her mouth.
There were voices outside the room as people walked by, but the noise was enough to break through my haze and remind me that we did not have any privacy here. I pulled back, my breath coming in sharp pants.
“I’d love nothing more than to fuck you right here, but we’re gonna have to wait,” I said regretfully.
“Yeah.” Julia jumped as her phone buzzed with one of the many reminders she set to help her get places on time. “Fuck, I have to get back. I have a meeting.”
I leaned forward, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. “Do you want to come over tonight?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I really would.”
“My mom taught me a new dish. Meatloaf.”
“I love meatloaf,” Julia said brightly.
“I have to warn you that the recipe involves hiding tiny vegetable pieces in the loaf.”
She shrugged. “I like vegetables.”
We walked out of the closet together, smiling like fools. Julia’s hair was a wild mess, and her lips were swollen from my kisses. She reached up to rub the side of my mouth, not noticing the two people who walked by us, giving us curious looks.
“You’re wearing my lipstick,” she whispered.
I shrugged. “I’d rather be wearing your cum, but I’ll take that for now.”
***
“Look, I can’t believe I have to say this, but you can’t make out – or do anything else sexual in nature – at work. If you two are in a romantic relationship, I’ll remind you that while it’s not forbidden, you are required to report your relationship to Human Resources.”
“We’re just having fun,” I blurted out.
Julia gasped as I continued, “There’s nothing to report. We aren’t in a relationship. It was nothing.”
It was a lie of course, but I was panicking. This conversation was beyond mortifying and the last thing I wanted was for me or Julia to lose our jobs. I could feel Julia staring at the side of my head, but I carefully avoided her gaze while keeping my expression neutral.
Gina looked between us again, clearly trying to decide what was going on.
“If you promise me that nothing like this will happen again, I’ll let you off with a verbal warning.”
“Nothing like this will happen again,” I parroted. “I promise.”
“Julia?” Gina prompted.
“Nothing like this will happen again,” she said woodenly. “Definitely not.”
There was a world of hurt and anger in that statement, but our boss chose not to acknowledge it.
“Okay, I’ll need to send you an email confirmation of this conversation and copy it to HR.”
“Thanks Gina and I’m really sorry for how we behaved,” I said contritely.
