“God, I love fucking you.” His back straightened, his jaw set. “You’re so tight and wet.”
“Wet because of you.” The words just about fell out.
“Which is just how I like it.” He came with a low moan, filling me up again, leaving my body boneless. “Fuck, I think I’m addicted.” He let my legs down slowly, still hard inside me. Leaning over, he caught my lips in a kiss that was slow and deep and intoxicating.
“I think I could spend a whole day having sex with you.” Those were the best words I could come up with, but they were true.
“It can be arranged. We have the weekend.”
I kissed his shoulder, his neck, finding my way back to his lips. “Won’t your dad want to spend time with you.”
“Please don’t mention my dad while my dick is still inside you.”
I laughed. There wasn’t much more I could do.
I’d still had time to get home, shower and do something to my hair so it resembled a professional’s as opposed to a bird’s nest, and still get to the offices in good time. Looking after my younger siblings had meant I’d had to learn to speed up to get myself and everyone else to various places on time, so hair-wrangling had become a fast art.
I entered an empty lift, somewhat disappointed when the doors didn’t open again to reveal Grant.
The building was busy, the big court case that was starting today having an effect on the atmosphere with more people around and more people working at a quicker pace as extra copies of documents were made, copies of file bundles were checked and last minute strategy was discussed. I loved the first day of a big court case, but I itched for it to be family law instead. I needed to have this discussion with my father about what I wanted to do going forward.
Today was not the day for that though. Pushing the events of last night and this morning to the back of my mind, I got myself ready for Colin and Polly to arrive, which they did, ten minutes early as normal, and then I became the professional version of me rather than the wanton sex kitten I’d morphed into last night.
It was almost eleven the next time I saw Grant, dressed in another suit that was obviously tailored to his exact measurements, measurements I knew very well myself by now.
“My clients have a sticking point with what was suggested yesterday.” He said the words quietly to me while we were both making hot drinks. “We could do with talking it through before your people get too heated up.”
“Want to head in there?” I nodded over to a small meeting room without windows that wasn’t being used because no one ever used it unless they were desperate.
“That’ll do.”
He followed me in, closing the door behind him.
“Is this your way of getting me on my own?” A tingle told me I wished it was.
His eyes twinkled, but his expression was stoic. “I actually need to go through this with you. As professionals.”
For a second, my stomach dropped, fear that he’d dismissed what’d happened between us sharp and nasty.
“Move back to the wall.” His words were low and quiet. He turned the lock on the door.
I backed against the wall, nervous, not quite sure what was happening here. “I’m sorry for the joke - ”
He strode over to me, a look of determination on his face. “Did you miss me in the lift this morning?” His hands went to my waist, his body shielding me if anyone looked through the window in the door, there for fire purposes only.
“Did you avoid me on purpose?”
“Yes.”
“Do you regret what happened?” I really didn’t want him to, which wasn’t me – I didn’t get emotionally involved.
Maybe it was just an addiction to his dick.
“Do you really think that?” he said it softly. “Really?”
“No. But you’ve avoided me.”
“If I hadn’t, I’d have wanted to do this.” He stole a kiss, then another, the second longer than the first. “And if I’d seen you in the lift, you wouldn’t have left it looking professional.”
