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A dark-skinned guy with long dreadlocks walks into the coffee shop and smiles over at our table. I don’t recognize him, but he comes straight to Patrick and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, baby. Sorry I’m late.” He looks over at us and offers his hand to me. “I’m Amos, Patrick’s husband.”
We shake hands and Amos joins us for the rest of lunch. It warms my heart to see Patrick so happy and in love. It’s clear that the two men are head over heels, even after Amos tells us they’ve been together since they were twelve.
Captain takes my hand under the table and squeezes, and I know it’s time to go. When we say our goodbyes, it’s with promises to do this again, and I mean it. It’s nice having a part of my past that isn’t dark and dirty. It’s a relief to be able to hold on to something from that time, to have a memory that doesn’t remind me of what I did or didn’t do.
On our walk back to work, Captain brings our joined hands up to his mouth and kisses mine. My steps are light, and I feel like a weight is being lifted.
Neither of us mentions the F word the whole way back.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Paige
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WHEN WE GET back to the office, I take a step toward my desk, but Captain tugs on my arm. I follow him down the hall, thinking he must want to talk to me. He was quiet on our walk and didn’t say anything in the elevator on the way up.
We go around the corner, and he pulls me quickly into the women’s restroom, slamming the door and locking it. He grabs my hips and turns me to face the sinks. I feel his hand push on my shoulders, and I lean forward, gripping the counter. I look up to the mirror in front of me and see his angry reflection behind me. He grabs the waistband of my pants and pushes them down my hips, taking my panties with them. My lower half is exposed to him, but it’s not enough. He kicks my feet apart, and he stares down at my ass as he undoes his belt. The sound of the zipper is loud in the room.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, feeling adrenaline and excitement spike through me.
His motions are jerky, and when he’s free of his pants, he grabs his hard cock and strokes it.
“You think I forgot about how you teased me today?” I feel his wet tip rub on my ass cheek. “You’re lucky I don’t fuck that mouth of yours to teach you a lesson, but you’d like that too much.”
My mouth waters at the thought of sucking him off while he’s mad. He’d be aggressive and probably lose control.
“Look at you, kitten. Bent over and getting wetter by the second. All I have to do is remind you that you’re mine and you’re soaked for it.” He touches me between my legs with his free hand, and his fingers coat themselves in my desire. Suddenly his fingers are gone, and I feel a stinging slap on my ass. “You ever pull a stunt like sucking on lollipops at your desk again and I’ll make my dick your candy for a week.”
“That’s like threatening me with food. You’re doing punishment wrong, Captain.”
There’s another smack, and damn if it doesn’t make me hotter.
“You call me Ryan when your pussy is out. And just because I get off doesn’t mean you get to. I’ll make sure you go a week without a single orgasm to ease that ache between your legs.”
Fuck. He’s got me there.
As we look into the mirror, our eyes lock, and I nod. He seems to take that as an agreement and lets go of his cock, using both hands to grab my hips.
“Now, if you keep quiet and give me what I want, I’ll let you come. You going to be good for me, kitten?”
“Yes, Ryan.” I don’t tease him anymore because I can see how close to the edge he is. I’m dripping with anticipation of the hard fuck he’s about to give me, and I don’t want to do anything to derail it.
His powerful thrust fills me almost to the point of pain. His big cock is longer and thicker than my body is made to take, but somehow I adjust. As if he knows I need a second, he pauses long enough for me to catch my breath before he pulls out and hammers back in. His strokes seem to go on forever as the length of his shaft pulls out and then possessively pushes back in. He owns every inch of my body, and the thrill of being taken is like a drug. I’m dizzy with lust as I watch him take me. His face is savage, and the feel of his grip balances between pleasure and pain. My tall heels give me some height as I’m bent over, but my feet lift off the floor slightly as he fucks into me. A sheen of sweat covers my body as I try to muffle my pants and cries of pleasure. Normally, I can be as loud as I want, when he makes love to me at home, but this isn’t the place for that. We’re right beyond our offices, and something about that makes this even hotter. He wants me so badly he can’t wait to get somewhere private. He has to get inside me without a moment of hesitation.
