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The woman was blowing my mind. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, even though I knew I should. Jesus, if Lydia returned to the office for something, she’d have lost her mind to find us in her office. Not only did I not keep my hands to myself, but I had used her office. I should feel ashamed, yet I did not.
That thought was only a blip of what was on my mind as I ravaged Whiskey’s neck and touched her in the most intimate spot. I wanted to undress her, lay her on the couch, and make love to her. However, that was not an option. Work was not the place for that or this, but the fuck if I was going to stop before I could feel her release.
She whimpered into my mouth, the sound so fucking sweet that I almost climaxed myself. I would never know how her ex-husband thought she was frigid, but it was his loss. A great, big, humungous fucking loss that was all in my favor.
I didn’t want to leave her, but I had to. If I didn’t leave right this second, I wouldn’t be able to. As it was, my dick was so hard that you could have chopped one of my legs off, and I would have been able to keep walking. I had never had an erection quite this intense before, and I knew I needed to get away from her before I was deep in her.
As I moved toward my office, I slipped into the restroom and locked myself in a stall. I leaned back against the door, banging my head slightly. Jesus, what the fuck did I just do?
It wasn’t that I had just gotten her off, but that I had gotten her off in Lydia’s office and then walked away. I frowned as I stared down at the bulge in my pants. I wanted to race back to her, remove her pants again and screw her senseless, but something she said earlier came back to me.
Her husband had given her multiple STDs. Was she clean now? Was she still dealing with them? Did I want to be with a woman who might be contagious with something?
It had been a long time since I thought about those things. When I was younger, I never had sex without a condom, but recently, in relationships, I didn’t worry as much about those things.
I wasn’t sure that I could put that concern aside now. Not without risking my health. Was Whiskey even worth the risk? As I dwelled over that, my erection began to deflate, and I used the restroom and then washed my hands.
I returned to my office, nodded at Tina on the phone, and went to sit behind my desk. As I did, I tried to put thoughts of Whiskey out of my mind, but I had a hell of a time doing so.
Tina came in with a list of things that needed my attention, and I was able to put thoughts of Lilly aside for a little while.
* * *
It wasafter six when I finished my work. Most of the employees in the office had left for the day. There was still activity on the property, as we had a second shift in the plant, but the administrative workers usually called it a day by around five-thirty. As I got situated in my car, I wondered what time Lillian had left.
Before I turned over the engine, I went back into the building and straight to my office. I had to wait for my laptop to wake up, and then I logged on and opened the HR software. Inside there, I searched for Lilly’s name. It popped up quickly, and I jotted down her phone number. While I didn’t write her address, I did run my eyes over that information and committed it to memory before I logged out and headed home.
It wasn’t until I had showered and made myself something to eat that I finally retrieved her number and sent her a text while I let my pasta cool.
Hey Whiskey. How was the rest of your day?I sent the message and then set the phone down while I took a couple of bites. A few moments later, I got a reply.
Who is this?
I chuckled and typed, How many people call you Whiskey?
Oh! Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Did you need something?
Yeah, I wanted to write. I need you over here at my house and tucked into my bed. No, I was just checking on you.
There was a long pause before I got a reply, and I was almost done eating when my phone beeped again. No reason to check on me but thank you. Have a good night, Zack. I will see you at the office tomorrow.
I frowned at the phone. Actually, no, she wouldn’t see me. I had a business trip in the morning, and I wouldn’t be back in the office for three days. I didn’t bother to tell her that, and tossed my phone to the table, grabbed my dish, and dumped it into the sink, feeling frustrated.
Jesus, what had I expected? She had told me she didn’t want my attention, and then I not only kissed her today, but I got her off up against the freaking wall in Lydia’s office. She must think I am a heathen. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and then stood staring into the liquid, seeing her eyes, and remembering the whimpers she had released earlier today.
My dick was immediately hard. I threw back the drink and grabbed my phone and keys. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was pulling out of the parking garage of my condo building.
I knew she lived on Marshall Street, and I was pretty sure the number was 505. I wasn’t sure about that and didn’t know how I would confirm that unless I went back to the office. For some reason, I felt I could drive down her street and go, oh yeah, that’s where she lives. Her home was on the opposite side of town, so I nixed the idea of returning to the office to double-check.
When I pulled onto Marshall Street, my foot let off the gas when I saw a police car on the side of the road, his back flashing lights strobing in yellow and white to announce his attendance vividly. I continued forward, checking for addresses, and realized that the police car was parked in front of an apartment building with the number 505.
I did a U-turn after passing it and then parked on the other side of the street before jumping out of my car. I wasn’t sure why, but something had me worried about Whiskey. As I approached the building, I glanced around at the people staring up at the third floor, where a door was open.
I paused by someone and asked them, “What’s going on?”
“Someone broke into an apartment.”
