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Christa hasn’t made it ten steps and I grab her arm. “Get back here. It’s not what it looks like. She literally just walked into the office and I was about to tell her to leave when you walked in. I have zero interest in her. In fact, I’ve been told by several coworkers I should probably go to HR and report her for harassment, but I haven’t and that’s my fault.”
“Why? Because you like the attention?” Christa fumes, adjusting her purse strap over her shoulder and folding her arms across her chest.
I shake my head. “No, because... I don’t do the whole snitching thing. It’s something I need to get over. You know, the whole snitches get stitches and end up in ditches?” I throw her a charming smile and see her try not to smirk.
“Lauryn told me about her while you were in Africa,” she confesses, glancing at the door to the office. “That... woman was telling everyone you guys were together and you were in constant contact with her while there, which of course stung, because I didn’t hear from you at all.”
My blood boils. “That’s absolutely not true, I hope you know that. I only met Lauryn once, though. What did she say?”
“That it wasn’t true, and that Mariana’s basically the hospital slut and wants attention.”
I chuckle “Come on, gorgeous. I’ll get rid of her.”
We walk back into the office holding hands. Mariana has her lunch spread out on the desk and pops a grape in her mouth when we walk in.
“Get out.” I point to the door.
She looks alarmed. “What, baby? I thought we were having lunch together?”
“Are you deaf, bitch? He said, leave,” Christa fumes.
Mariana narrows her eyes at Christa, then throws her stuff into her lunchbox and stands. “You two are just rude.”
“I’ll be going to HR if you don’t stop the harassment, Mariana,” I tell her honestly, cringing at the thought of being a snitch.
“Forget HR!” Christa snaps. “If I hear you’ve evenlookedat my man, let alone talked to him, you’ll be wearing wigs for months while your hair grows back.”
Her eyes widen. “Don’t you dare touch my hair.”
“Get out!” we both yell.
She snatches her lunch and stomps out.
I take Christa’s hand and kiss her softly on the lips. “Hi.”
She smiles. “Hi.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
“Sorry I stormed out. I’m still dealing with...”
“Abandonment. I know. And I’m sorry,” I confess.
“In the past. Let’s eat.” She grabs the food and we spend the next hour chatting and making plans.
She stands to leave, and I go to kiss her, and when she kisses me back, she reaches down and grabs my cock, which is permanently hard in her presence. I reach under her shirt and beneath her bra to give me access to her breasts, and she moans softly in my ear.
I glance at the office door, which I locked behind Mariana, and then the large full-wall window behind us. We’re on the sixth floor and have a great view of the city. I grab her hand and lead her to the window, pushing her up against it while I kiss her again. I unbutton her shirt and flick the front clasp to her bra, freeing her tits. She unbuttons and unzips my pants and pulls them down.
Flipping her around, I slam her against the window and pull her skirt up over her hips. She moans when I finger her clit after pushing her panties to the side. With my dick in my hand, I kick her legs open and enter her from behind. Both her hands are splayed against the window, and I wonder if anyone in the other wing of the hospital that’s connected by a footbridge can see us. Her nipple piercings clink loudly against the glass window as I grip her hips and fuck her hard.
I pump fast, wanting a quickie, and use my fingers to rub her clit while I pound into her in this position. She comes rather fast, and thankfully doesn’t cry out, but I feel her orgasm. It only takes a couple more minutes and I’m there, spilling my cum and filling up her pussy with a grunt, my mouth falling open at the dizzying erotic feeling.
“Oh, my God,” she breathes. “That was amazing.”
I hand her the tissue box and she wipes up, then straightens her panties and pulls her skirt back down. Zip up and buckle, and help her get her bra and shirt back in order. I kiss her again because I have to, and pull back and look at her. “You should probably fix your lipstick, and here”—I reach up and smooth some of her hair down—“there you go.”
She giggles and kisses me once more. “Where’s the bathroom?”
