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Impossible thoughts fill my head. Maybe if I sat in one of the chairs and she laid down on the conference table and wrapped her legs around my head, I could eat her out until she screamed and then feast on her some more.
A bump from somewhere in the office reminds me we are far from being alone here and work is most definitely not the setting for something so private and, hopefully, loud.
At the noise, Blaire startles, and jerks away from my lips.
I grip her arms before she can put any space between us. Space is the last thing I want when it comes to her.
The force of my attraction and need should shock or upset me, but now that we’ve taken an incredible leap forward in our relationship, I feel only peace.
Despite the obstacles in our way, I know we can make things work.
“Please, Blaire, have dinner with me.”
I feel her acceptance as her body relaxes before she nods.
Moving my hands slowly up her arms and over her shoulders, her eyes hold me captive even as my palms frame her face and I lean forward to press my lips to hers.
Stroking my tongue along the seam of her lips, she opens for me with a soft moan.
Another thump from the other main office area sounds, reminding me again that we’re not alone, and I end the kiss with a whispered promise. “I’m going to make you feel so good tonight.”
CHAPTER FOUR
BLAIRE
We leave the conference room separately, Leland heading into his office and me hurrying on shaking legs into the restroom.
In the single toilet bathroom, I lock the door and pull down my pants. My folds are slick and swollen and even passing some toilet tissue over them has me moaning softly in need. Leland has a great dick, thick and so hard I couldn’t help imagining it filling my pussy the same way it filled my mouth while I sucked him.
Running late this morning, I expected maybe a light reprimand from Leland. Not for him to confess he’s attracted to me and for me to promptly go down on him.
Okay, the going down on him part makes perfect sense. I wanted to do that from the moment he brought up the fact that he overheard us talking about his dick. I could barely take my eyes away from that prominent, growing bulge pushing out the front of his slacks. And then feeling his hardness grinding into me as he kissed me stroked that desire even higher, I had to taste him.
The sweet and salty taste of him still lingers in my mouth. Sadly, I should swish with some mouthwash, thoughtfully provided by work, before heading back out there.
I know Vanna is going to see the guilt all over my face the minute she sees me.
If the wet spot on my pants doesn’t give things away. I soaked right through.
Groaning, I use paper towels to try to take care of the worst of it, but my panties are still uncomfortably damp. After a brief debate, I do away with them completely and bury them in the trashcan.
Back at my desk, Vanna gives me a knowing smirk and I ignore her.
When noon hits, she comes over and props herself against my desk. “Lunch time,” she sings out with a wicked glint in her blue eyes. And I groan. There’s no avoiding this. We always have lunch together and made plans earlier in the week to try out the new deli just five minutes down the road.
We’re barely out of the building when she grabs my arm and squeals in my ear. “Did you fuck or what?”
“A lady never tells,” I say stiffly, opening the doors to my Porsche.
She snorts and slides inside. “Whatever, girl, you tell all the time.”
Grimacing, I hit the gas and the car roars out of the parking lot. She’s not wrong. I normally sing like a canary about my dates. We both do. We’ve been friends for what feels like forever, so naturally we swap stories, good and bad.
“What did you hear?” I ask.
Pouting, Vanna crosses her arms. “Nothing.” Then she laughs. “BUT the two of you were in there alone for over thirty minutes and both came out suspiciously flushed.”
“I blew him, okay?”
