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This time, I crossed the room, returning to the windows. The few rays of sunshine seeping through soothed my cold skin.
Sam walked over to my desk and sat sprawled on my chair. He dropped his file on the tabletop before replacing the desk phone’s receiver in its hook.
Oh, he was staying here.
In that case… “How about we address this thing?” I offered my suggestion with my chin held up, hoping it could hide my lack of fortitude.
“Thing?” Sam feigned ignorance.
“Yesterday’sthing. And last Sunday’s other thing.”
“Oh, you mean the sex and other things.”
Shhh. But why did he have to speak so loudly? And why did he have to be such a relentlessly cocky, irresistibly handsome human?
I moved to stand closer to him to be within reach and shut his grinning mouth if he talked that loudly again. Damn him, my office wasn’t soundproofed and I preferred to keep our little exploit between ourselves.
“Listen Sam, those things shouldn’t have happened. You’re my boss, I’m your employee. Business and pleasure don’t mix. Yes, it all started with a drunk me but—“
“But last night, you were sober.”
“Yes, and which is why I remember exactly every detail. Including the fact that we didn’t use a condom, for fuck’s sake. How irresponsible is that, huh?”
Sam crossed his legs leisurely and leaned back comfortably in my seat. “Glad you remember everything. You shouldn’t forget what it feels like to be alive.”
“Of course I was alive. You were like morphine to me. You got my heart beating so fast it could have shot out off my chest and I wouldn’t have noticed. And yes, I admit. I liked that. I liked it a lot. But you are way, way too far from the right dose I need in my life right now. I’m still coming down off your drug and it’s not pretty. I’m a mess. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. And by the way,” My small fist punched at his shoulder once, twice. “It wasn’t okay when you left me there in the middle of the street, all hot and bothered, and I didn’t even get a goodbye. I knew you were a Casanova but didn’t peg you as that much of a horny, insensitive douche who only wants to satisfy his own lust. Little miserable me was the perfect prey for you. Isn’t that right? That’s all you wanted?”
I was suddenly infuriated at him. My fist wouldn’t back down from continuously striking at him on automatic, even if his rigid body was barely flinching at any of my feeble punches.
Sam rose from my chair and looked down on me from his towering height. “Done punishing me?”
I lowered my tiny fist, smoothed down my clothes and strengthened my posture in a cowardly act of confidence. “Yes, I think I am.”
“Good.” And with one strong tug, Sam pulled my body into his own and his lips caught mine. His hands went to the back of my head to hold me there, knowing well I might resist.
But I didn’t. Not even tried.
Oh, dear. There was the spark all lit up again. And with every flick of his tongue, my anger diffused into vapour.
“Sam,” I said as my hand trailed over the contours of his chest. “Last night…”
“Last night, I left without goodbye ‘cause if I spent a second more touching you, I would have fucked you again in the backseat of your car. And if it weren’t for your car parked in a very public spot, I would have done just that. Hell, I would have even fucked you right there, up against the car.” His hands cupped my face, his smoldering eyes locked with mine. “Last night was incredible and certainly not enough.”
Sam squeezed on my bum and lifted me up from the floor to seat me perched on my desk. His body slid smoothly between my welcoming thighs, my legs instinctively wrapping around his own. He resumed sucking my lips and ravishing my mouth with his tongue. Oh dear, there goes my fantasy of fucking me on the desk.
“This is crazy.” I say between catching my breath and kissing him. The rough kiss had turned me on, firing me up hotter than a bonfire.
“You’re right. I forgot to lock the door.” He paused from our kiss to look down between our bodies, at my bunched-up skirt, at his bulgy crotch so close to touching my exposed yellow panties. An inch closer and his cock would have brushed my clit. “Fuck, Lucille. Do you always wear neon underwear? So damn sexy and pure agony. Next time, I’m definitely taking my time to take off all your clothes. I want to see all of you in just those panties.”
The sight of our intimately close bodies was what made me conscious enough to set a hand on his chest and hold him back from picking up where we left off that kiss. Still, he didn’t let me go.
“Admit it, Lucille. There’s something between us. I feel it. You feel it.”
“I don’t know what I feel. Neither do you.”
“Oh, I know.” His strong arms went around me, tugged me forward over the edge of the desk and I was held up entirely in his arms. “It’s called lust. Sheer, powerful lust.”
And to prove his point, Sam looked down at my pointy nipples. They were tautened so hard they could poke out of the lace of my bra.
