“Oh, I can see it. But be realistic. And lower your voice—people are staring at us.”
“Fine,” she whisper-shouted. “Are you really mad at me or are you making an argument to make an argument?”
“Some of both.”
“You asshole. I can’t believe you would pick a fight with me at an event I put on, in my place of business.”
“You pick fights with me atmyplace of business all the time. You did just a few days ago, in fact.”
“You are such a jerk. Why do I keep thinking we can even be civil?”
“Because you are foolish and idealistic?”
Lauren let out a frustrated grunt. “And you’re an arrogant prick. God, you piss me off.” Then she turned on her heel and marched into the back room.
Caleb looked around. Some of Lauren’s friends—people he recognized but couldn’t name, not really disproving her point—looked at him expectantly.
“Fine, I went too far,” he told his audience. “I’ll go apologize.”
He made a big show of looking put out about it, and then jogged after Lauren. He walked through a series of open doors and found her in a big walk-in closet that seemed to be used mostly to store extra cat food and litter.
“Shut the door,” Lauren said breathlessly.
Caleb did as he was told.
“Are you as turned on as I am?” Lauren asked.
“It was about to get embarrassing for me out there.”
Lauren reached forward and grabbed his crotch, the palm of her hand against his very hard cock. “I think we have, like, ten minutes before people start to notice I’m missing.”
“I’m supposed to be apologizing. I’m sorry if I went too far there.”
She worked at the fly of his pants. “Shut up and fuck me. We can talk about it later.”
He grabbed the hem of Lauren’s skirt and shoved it up. He looked around. There was a narrow table that looked like it was about the right height. Would it support Lauren’s weight? Only one way to find out. Caleb lifted Lauren onto the table and slid off her panties. She opened her legs. He was already half-hanging out of his pants, so he fished out his cock and kissed her.
“Do you have any—?” he asked.
“No, but I am on the pill.”
“I don’t have anything.”
“I don’t either.”
With that, he pushed inside her.
It was fast and intense. Lauren threw one arm around Caleb’s shoulders and used the other to brace herself against the table or the wall or whatever would keep her from falling. Caleb drove forward, shocked by how good it felt to be inside her bare, amazed that she trusted him this much, lost in the feel of her body around him.
It was over almost as fast as it started, with Lauren biting into his clothed shoulder to keep from crying out, and then Caleb shuddering and coming inside her.
They stayed panting on the table for a moment, Lauren still clutching at him to keep from falling. With some reluctance, Caleb withdrew. As they each put themselves back to rights, Caleb said, “That just happened.”
“I do trust you, you know. You’re always unfailingly honest.”
“I trust you, too. At least as far asthisgoes.” He gestured between them.
But the truth was, hedidtrust her. Maybe not with his heart, but he’d never known her to lie or be deceitful. Although now that he heard what he’d said in his own head, he worried he’d sounded condescending.
