I hear Keatyn say, “Oh, um, I’ll just be in my office whenever you two are finished with your, uh, meeting.”
Vanessa untangles herself from my arms and looks up at me through long dark, lashes. Then she laughs. “You have a little—” Her thumb glides across my bottom lip. “—lipstick on you.”
“I love your red lipstick, but I probably shouldn’t wear it to a meeting,” I laugh. “We better go.”
Vanessa walks to my door, but then leans her back against it, facing me. “In case you couldn’t tell, I’m forgiving you for last night. But for the record, if you’re ever lucky enough to get me naked again, I expect you to follow through.”
I lean my body into hers, pressing her against the door, and kiss the hell out of her again.
After our meeting, I follow her back to my office.
“Keatyn didn’t say anything about us kissing. I thought she would.”
Vanessa doesn’t respond. When my office door shuts, she locks it and takes off her jacket. And the way she’s eyeing my new desk makes me very thankful that my office doesn’t have glass walls like my brother’s.
I know exactly what’s going to happen next.
I pick her up and set her on my desk as she undoes my belt. I don’t have time to think about if I should or if I shouldn’t.
She unzips my pants and untucks my shirt, kissing me hard as her nails scratch down my back.
I roughly push her back on the desk, causing her skirt to ride up around her waist, and allowing me to push aside the thin strip of lace separating her from my dick.
My fingers slip into her. Fuck, she’s wet. Thank god, I jerked off in the shower last night, or just feeling her would have me blowing my load.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, and we’re kissing deeply. Ravenously. Her tongue sucks on mine like she owns it. I’ve never been kissed like this before. I’ve also never felt such pure, raw desire.
I push my boxers down, pulling my dick out, and push into her. Harder than I planned, but I can’t help it. She moans into my mouth, setting me in motion. I grab her ass and pull her toward me, thrusting deeper. She spreads her legs wider by wrapping them around my waist. I can feel a spiked heel raking across my back with every thrust.
She grabs my tie, pulling it tightly, as her breathing gets more ragged. When she tightens against me, I know she’s on the verge of orgasm. I take her hips tightly into my hands, moving her quickly with me, as I plunge into her, quickly pull out, then thrust in again.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, moving her lips from my mouth to my neck. She sucks my skin into her mouth, but the harder I thrust, the more she uses her teeth, biting me. I go faster, harder, rocking her against my desk, and finally lose control.
I pull her into a hug while trying to catch my breath.
“We better get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us,” she says, the blood returning to her brain much faster than mine. I was just thinking that as soon as I could breathe again, I’d move her to the leather couch and start round two.
“Oh, yeah, probably,” I reply.
She starts to push away from me, but I hold tight, putting my lips on her neck and slowly kissing up to her ear. “Now, I’m really sorry about last night.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “That’s fucking right. You should be. Now, let me go clean up.”
“I have a bathroom,” I say, trying to pull out without making a mess and realizing I didn’t use a condom.
She runs to the bathroom. I grab a couple napkins off the bar and clean myself. I’m buckling my belt when she returns.
Her hair is mussed, her cheeks are flushed, and the red lipstick is gone.
God, she’s beautiful.
I have to taste her lips once more.
“I like your office,” she says, coolly. “That was fun, but we both have meetings to get to.”
“Uh, okay,” I say, a little shocked at how business-like she is acting all of a sudden.
How can she be so together when I feel like I was just taken completely apart?
She unlocks my door and grabs her jacket. “You might want to take a quick look in the mirror.”
I watch her ass until the door shuts behind it.
I straighten my tie, tuck my shirt in better, and then go look in the mirror.
There are red lipstick stains on my cheeks, neck, and lips, not to mention on my shirt collar. My hair is a mess and there’s a bite mark on my neck.
I quickly take off my shirt and tie, throwing it into the bag designated for dry cleaning. A little soap, water, and some scrubbing have the lipstick off my face. Not much I can do about the bite mark. I reach around and feel my lower back, then turn to examine it in the mirror. Nail marks show where she scratched my back and there’s a chaffed spot from her heel.
I should be freaked out by the fact that I just fucked a co-worker on my second day.
That I smell like sex and her perfume.
That I didn’t use a condom.
But I’m not.
I feel fucking amazing.