She nipped at my bottom lip playfully, smiling as she pushed my Dakota cargo pants and boxers over my hips. “Are you scared of getting caught, Alaric?”
“A little,” I admitted, my eyes closing as her hand wrapping around my base. She pumped it, her fingers sliding across the tip slowly.
“Better hurry, then.” She grinned, releasing me. Biting her lip, she stepped backwards until her thighs hit her desk. She pulled her skirt up slowly, her fingers slipping into the lace waistband of her thong. She shimmied out of them and tucked them into her purse, pulling out a foil packet.
I watched as she dropped the bag onto the floor, her eyes still observing me. Daring me as she lifted herself onto her desk. I stepped toward to stand between her legs. Looking down, I watched as she rolled the condom on and scooted forward, her legs falling open, baring herself to me.
Leaning forward, I claimed her lips and slid into her, heart pounding as her slick walls clenched against me. I wrapped my arm around her, using my other arm to gently push back her monitor and keyboard so she’d have more room.
She gripped the edge of her desk for purchase, her lips moving against mine as my hips drove forward. Her thighs tightened around my hips, and when I brought my hand around to work her bud, she let out a pleasured cry, her orgasm spurring mine.
I pumped my hips once more, driving as deep as I could go before I came.
“Told you we wouldn’t get caught,” she said breathlessly, her lids fluttering shut when she felt my cock throb within her.
I pulled out, chuckling lightly at the frown that marred her lips at my absence. I tied off the condom, wrapped it in tissue, and discarded it in the trash bin. I looked up to watch Gwen adjust her skirt. She leaned forward and moved the monitor and keyboard back in place while I buttoned my pants.
She picked up her purse, and straightening, her eyes went to the office doors. Gwen paled, and I turned, seeing headlights enter the lot. She shot me a nervous glance before moving toward the door. “Let’s go.”
I grabbed her hand, dragging her back. I licked my thumb and wiped away the lipstick smudge on the corner of her mouth before releasing her.
“Shit.” She panicked.
“Relax, it’s gone. You look perfect,”
“I look recently fucked, Alaric,” she whispered nervously, moving toward the door. I followed, stomach churning with nerves.
Gwen typed the code and held the door open. I moved through it, and she followed, locking it quickly while Russell rolled his window down. “Just finishing up now?”
“Yes, sir. I've halfway finished the support beams.”
Russell’s thick brows rose with surprise, and he nodded. “That’s great, that means we’re on track for the Creek project.” His gaze shifted from me to his daughter, who’d moved around me, giving me a wide berth.
“Hey, Dad. How’d the meeting go?” she asked, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk.
“Great,” Russell replied, his tone a little distracted.
“That’s good.” She nodded, her smile relaxing a little.
Russell glanced back at me. “Another day like today, and we’ll be ready to pack up the truck Friday morning. Think you can pull it off?”
“If you don’t mind me putting in the overtime,” I said, nodding slowly.
He nodded, turning his attention to his daughter. “Text me when you’re home safe, okay?”
“Yes, Dad. Goodnight,” Gwen replied, smiling tiredly. Russell nodded, shifting his car into drive and rolling slowly from the parking lot. Knowing he could still see us in the rearview mirror, she started to move toward her car. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” She glanced at me before opening the door.
I nodded, waiting until she’d pulled from her spot before I turned to my truck.
Gwen
After work on Wednesday, Kelsey showed up with a binder and a stack of pristine envelops and cards, fresh from the printer.
“I need you to help me with the wedding invitations,” she said, pushing her way into my apartment and setting everything down on my hardly-ever-used kitchen table.
“Aha, I knew you’d call upon my powers of calligraphy eventually,” I remarked.
Kelsey gave me an unamused look. “Speaking of which, I’ve only been trying to get you to come over for days. Where have you been?”
