Her smile is beyond endearing, so I pull her even closer. “That’s a great honor. I’m surprised the team let you have it—they usually have a whole system in place for who gets to be Mario.”
“Like I said, Iwonit,” she explains, even prouder.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I beat the shit out of them in the Arena of Doom. One. By. One.”
“Really?”
She nods. “We had a foosball table growing up, and I used to kick my brother’s ass all the time.” She pretends to polish her nails on her shoulder and then blows on them. “It looks like I haven’t lost my skills.”
God, how I adore this woman. “When can I see you this week?” I ask.
“I have something tonight with Tamika. And I have been invited to my first girl’s night with a few other colleagues tomorrow. Other than that, I’m free all week.”
“Damn it,” I mumble. “My sister is in town from Wednesday to Friday. She has a whole schedule, and I don’t think I’ll have a minute to myself.”
“So… the best we can do is Friday, after the party.”
I stand up, trapping her between my desk and my body. I’m not waiting five days to be with her. “Or we could find another way,” I suggest, mouth dropping to the side of her throat.
“Lex, we’re supposed to be discreet,” she protests with little resolve.
My hands sensuously caress her petite body, exploring her curves, squeezing, pulling, fondling… When they reach under her skirt, my palms and fingers grip her ass, skin to skin. What a naughty girl, wearing a thong under that little skirt…
“We can’t do this, Lex. It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“We’ll be fast,” I argue before guiding her to the empty side of the desk—the one she used to occupy.
“Lex, your ‘fast’ is everyone else’s record performance.”
“I went fast enough back at the trivia night.”
I spin her around and press on her back to make her bend over my desk. Fuck, how many times have I imagined doing exactly this?
“Lex, someone might—”
Her words die with a whimper when I eagerly hike up her skirt, bending to press a long and insistent kiss on the birthmark she has there. Then I fondle both mounds, which has her moaning softly. I fish the thong from between them and stretch it to the side, revealing pink folds already glistening with want. With bated breath, she waits for whatever I’ll do next, back arched in a clear invitation.
“Fuck, Andrea… I’ll never get tired of your—”
Firm knocks on the door pull usout of the erotic trance, and she straightens up in a split second. I spit out a curse and move away as she tugs her skirt down.
As soon as she looks proper again and there’s some distance between us, I command, “Come in.”
Beatrix from accounting enters and greets us with a smile. It doesn’t seem she suspects anything as she hands me a pile of documents. After a few mundane exchanges, she exits the room, closing the door behind her.
“I can’t believe I let you do that!” Andrea whisper-shouts with vehemence, pointing at the spot I just bent her over. “This wasn’tdiscreet.”
“Alright. But just to be clear, you could have stopped me.”
“I was telling you we had to stop,” she responds, appalled.
“Yes, and you were doing it with such spirit.”
“Fuck you! It’s not my fault if my brain stops working as soon as you touch me.”
“And it’s my fault if mine stops the moment you walk into the room?” I ask in the same irritated tone.
