I bite my lip, running my fingertips over the delicate lace of my panties, then up to graze an erect nipple. For the second time this weekend, I’m tempted to try phone sex with him. Given how slex-deprived I am, I’d come in no time, panting and trembling. However, I also want Wednesday to be mind-blowing.
“This isn’t happening,” I firmly declare. Anticipating his protest, I add, “But I appreciate the attempt. I’ll see you tomorrow, Alexander.”
“Andrea—” he starts with a warning tone.
I hang up and force myself to turn off the phone. If I allow him to insist, I’ll cave in.
For a moment, I lie in a pile of lace and silk, my body tingling and demanding satisfaction.
Yes, Wednesday will be epic.
Andrea and I agree to arrive early on Monday so we can have time alone before work. The plan gets sidetracked, though, because Kevin is in my office before she is, to talk about our growing numbers and the board meeting coming soon.
We’re in the midst of that when Andrea appears at the door—left open by Kev. When I see her, I can’t hold back the smile that stretches my lips.
“Okay, I’ll leave you two,” my old friend decides. “We’ll talk about the quarterly reports later.” He gives me a knowing wink, and as he passes Andrea, he greets her with a nod and a smile.
Once he’s gone and the door is closed, she turns to me, suspicious. “Does he… Did you—”
“He knows, yes. But I didn’t tell him, he guessed. A while ago, actually.”
“Oh… I see. Our Secret is slowly becoming common knowledge,” she worriedly notes.
“Two people are manageable.”
“Three. Kate knows, too.”
“You told her?”
“She knew beforeIknew,” she humorously explains as she walks up to me. “She basically engineered this whole thing.”
“I knew I liked her.” Slowly, I wrap my arms around her waist, hands caressing her through the thin material of her T-shirt.
“I can’t see why. She helped me rip you off when I sold you my app.”
“I helped you rip me off,” I remind her, bending slowly.
She’s still smiling when my lips unhurriedly meet hers. It feels like we haven’t kissed in a month instead of a weekend. Little by little, our usual greed takes over, and things grow heated. She leans harder onto me, seeking support, and I grab handfuls of her ass to pull her closer.
The door flings open next to us, and we rip ourselves away from each other, flustered. Kevin stands there like a dickhead, seemingly very proud of himself.
“Just checking. You should lock the door,” he says with a falsely reprimanding expression.
“Thanks for the lesson, Kev. Now, will you please get the fuck out?” I demand, irritated. Kevin laughs, not intimidated, and complies.
“Sorry about that.” I pass a nervous hand through my hair. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all weekend. Especially after that photo. Which reminds me…”
Stepping closer, I slip two fingers into the collar of her shirt. I tug on it and try to peek at what’s underneath. She squeals with a giggle and swats my hand away before resting hers flatly over her chest.
“How dare you!” Her unshakable grin negates the way she scolds me. “This is workplace harassment. HR will hear of this.”
I don’t even give her time to spin around before I pull her into my chest. “You drive me fucking mad, woman,” I mutter, retaking her lips with domineering hunger. Someone knocks on the door, and I rip myself away with a curse. “I can’t fucking wait for Wednesday.”
Instead of Kevin, it’s Tamika this time. Fuck… I briefly but surely exposed myself to her on Friday. She looks at me with a prying eyebrow cocked up. The twinkle of amusement in her dark eyes only heightens my embarrassment.
“I thought you’d want to have the numbers as soon as possible,” she signs once I take the folder she extends.
“Thank you.” I nervously scratch my jaw. “I apologize for—”
