Her words poured over me until they became meaningless. All that mattered was that she didn’t want me to stop. I couldn’t tell if she came again or if she hadn’t stopped coming from the first orgasm, but her entire body was a trembling, keening mass.
When I felt my balls draw up and the pressure inside me reach that critical tipping point, I released her wrists and wrapped my arms around her. Two final, jerky thrusts, and I came, holding her to me as we both staggered. Even through the haze of pleasure, I managed to get us to the floor without dropping, and that’s where we stayed as we finished riding out our high.
Six
We arrived backin Seattle on Sunday morning, and I’d had a taxi drop Keli off at her dorm before taking me back to my place. I could have simply given her money for the cab and taken one of my own, but I would have felt like a jerk, sending her away with cab fare after we’d spent the weekend together. I’d even walked her to the door of her room so she didn’t feel as if I was blowing her off.
In hindsight, that probably hadn’t been the best way to handle things.
That particular thought struck me yesterday evening when I’d sent yet another of Keli’s calls to voicemail. Monday, she’d sent me a text to say good morning, and I’d returned an appropriate and polite response, assuming that would be the end of it. An hour later, I’d ignored a call from her, assuming it had been a misdial, even after I’d seen she’d left a voicemail.
Then I’d listened to it.
“Hey, it’s Keli. I just wanted to see if you wanted to get some lunch. It’s meatloaf day at the cafeteria, and that just doesn’t sound appetizing. So, um, call me or text to let me know when you want to go. Bye.”
I sent a text telling her that I’d planned to work through lunch, but that I’d appreciated the invitation. I thought that had been the end of it.
I’d been wrong again.
Between Monday and yesterday, she’d sent me two dozen texts and had called at least six times. I’d tried ignoring her, and I’d tried being polite, but she either hadn’t understood anything I told her, or she hadn’t cared that I’d been working.
The next text that came through was one too many.
It’s almost noon, and I was thinking about picking up some Chinese food for lunch. I thought I could bring it by and we could have a picnic in your office. Just let me know what you want.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. She had to stop. I’d tolerated this for two entire days. I had too much work to do today to deal with continual interruptions.
I pressed the voice-to-text button and dictated my message. “I have important work to do as MIRI will be closed for the holiday, and it is difficult for me to accomplish anything if I’m constantly being distracted by your calls and messages. I need you to stop.”
After sending it, I turned back to my computer and spent the next uninterrupted ninety minutes answering every email still in my inbox and then dictating several more that needed to be sent prior to end of business today.
I had a few things I could do during a half-day tomorrow, but anything where I needed to interact with other businesses had to be done today, which meant I was on a bit of a deadline. It wasn’t until my intercom buzzed that I realized how long I’d been working uninterrupted.
“Yes?”
“Alec, Mr. Gervelis is on line two. He has a question regarding next week’s meeting.” Tuesday had one of those perfect assistant voices. Calm, polite, professional…and she could scare the shit out of anyone who crossed her.
“Thank you. I’ll take it now.”
The call was simple enough to handle, but as I hung up, I realized that it had been two hours, and I hadn’t heard from Keli at all. Not even a response to my text.
I frowned. I hadn’t known her long, but it seemed out-of-character for her to not at least acknowledge a message. I reached for my phone, opening up our conversation thread.
Five minutes later, I was mentally kicking myself for how absolutely rude my text had been. I’d reacted out of irritation rather than logical thought. While I’d never had a problem keeping my cool when it came to business, my personal life, it seemed, wasn’t quite up to the same standard.
A text message wouldn’t be a worthy enough apology. She and I weren’t in a relationship, but I’d been rude for no reason other than her not understanding that I needed to work uninterrupted. And I’d been a right arse for being upset when I had given her no inkling of what I felt or thought.
I placed the call, fully prepared to apologize to her voicemail, as it would have served me right for her to send my call straight there.
Except she didn’t.
“Alec?” Her voice was strange, as if she was congested.
I really hoped she hadn’t been crying because of what I’d done.
“Keli, good afternoon.” I closed my eyes. “I’m sorry, that sounded…shite…” I sighed. “I called to apologize for my text. It was abrupt and rude.”
When I paused, she said, “Go on.”
