Back to work, Miss Palmer. I’ll be sure to make it worth the wait.
With reluctance, I returned to work, hoping to keep him happy and avoid letting him make the day harder on me.
Then again, I found it wasn’t me I had to worry about. Andrew came and sat down on the edge of my desk a few minutes before lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the obvious displeasure looming on Nathan’s beautiful features.
The conversation with Andrew was innocent enough: talk of work, lunch, and the poor intern Kelly put into the dog house.
“Lila, it looks like you’ve got some dirt on your neck.” Andrew reached out to brush it away.
A slight twinge of pain alerted me to the “dirt” that he was brushing over. My eyes grew wide, my face heating up. Andrew’s hand stilled and he bent down slowly. The motion of his hand faltered before his eyes lifted to meet mine.
“Oh, I see,” he said, the realization setting in. His hand dropped away from my skin and he cleared his throat in an effort to disperse the awkward moment. “So, I was thinking that little gyro place for lunch down the street, sound good?”
“Yeah, um, they have really good chicken there,” I replied.
I could feel Nathan’s gaze, and knew he was looking over at us.
“What?” I heard Andrew question.
I looked up to find them staring at one another. I had the sneaking suspicion that had we been outside the office, they would have been toe-to-toe, trying to duke it out. Whatever “it” was. I was certain it had to be a macho-guy thing. Who had the bigger dick and what-not.
“Nothing, just trying to get some work done in here. Your persistent talking is distracting. Go bother someone else,” Nathan replied.
Andrew’s jaw tightened and his fist clenched as he stood from his perch on the end of my desk. He faced Nathan, and they continued their silent battle. I let out a sigh that seemed to bring both of their attentions back to me.
Andrew left with a promise to see me at lunch and headed out the door. I turned to look back at Nathan, now glaring at me. He mouthed the word, “Mine,” before turning back to his computer and continuing on with his workload.
I almost cried when we got ready to leave a few hours later.
Finally.
Release.
Nathan and I ended up alone in the elevator for the ride down that night. I was pressed against the wall before the doors even closed. My body bowing into his, my arms around his neck as our lips crashed together, each of us desperate for some sense of control.
He pulled away and pressed his forearms on the wall on either side of my head before continuing our text conversation from earlier. “You would make a great sub.” His breath washed over my cheek.
“If the pain of whips and chains excited me,” I added. “Do they excite you?”
He chuckled. “No, Delilah, they don’t, but…” He paused, thinking. “Hmm, tie you up and fuck you any way I want? Oh, yes. I’ve got some positions I want to try. Ones that would open you up, allowing my cock to slide all the way in. Deep, very deep. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My cock buried all the way inside your tight, little *? Fuck, that’s what I’m going to do when I get you home.”
We hurried back to our building, both of us near bursting from all of our teasing. He at least got off once, while I was left to suffer.
We weren’t even through the door of his condo when he had me pinned against the wall, grinding into me. Our movements were frantic and needy as he lifted me up and pulled me back into his bedroom.
He let me go and began loosening his tie, placing it on the bed before removing his suit jacket. His eyes were dark as he looked me over and licked his lips. “Strip for me, baby.”
Without hesitation, I began removing my clothing. He was watching me intently as he stripped himself. He groaned when I turned to unzip my skirt and lowered it to the ground, letting him get a good look at my backside as I bent over.