Something twinges in my chest, my hopes to get more of her crushed. But it’s better like this. Better for both of us.
My “little problem” is nowhere near fixed. I’m in deep shit.
Things were never smooth between Lex and me, but we’ve reached a new low. If it wasn’t for the ache lingering between my legs, I might believe I imagined last night.
I’m so reluctant to talk to him that I stay stuck for an hour on a glitch I can’t fix. But the stakes are too high now, so I swallow back my pride and ask. When the problem eludes him, too, I feel less stupid. After a few unsuccessful minutes, he gets his chair to sit beside me. And that’s enough to hijack my brain.
Those damn glasses. I can’t get over how sexy and intelligent he looks.
Ten days until the convention. Ten fucking days.
I’ll never make it.
His scent surrounds me, and the smell of his skin is intoxicating. Every time he types something, I glimpse at his powerful hands, remembering those thick fingers inside me. Behind his glasses, his eyes are focused on the lines of commands. He looked at me with matching intensity when he extracted shameful confessions out of me, taunting me with an incoming orgasm.
It’s hard to keep in mind that we’re at work when twelve hours ago we were naked and panting, blissfully enjoying each other’s bodies.
We end up working side by side for most of the morning. Undeniably, the combined power of our brains makes things incredibly fast. We’re still elbow-deep into it when lunchtime arrives, and while I normally would stay until we get it fixed, I practically jump to my feet. “Sorry, I’m starving,” I lie. “I’ll be back after the break.”
His answer is a mere nod, but I don’t care. I need to be anywhere but right by his side.
Just as I exit our shared office, my phone vibrates in my pocket. When I look, I see it’s Kate. Was she waiting for my break to call?
“So, how was it?!” she practically shouts into my ear when I pick up.
“Hello to you too, blondie.”
“Andy, tell me!”
“It was amazing,” I comply with a sigh. “I’ve never experienced anything like it before.”
“Ah! I knew the man was a sex god! How big is his junk?” I can’t help but look around, worried someone could be witnessing this.
“Kate! What the hell kind of question is that!?”
“Girl, I need to vicariously live my sex life through yours. Give me the deets, or I’ll date the first asshole I come across.”
While we often have these sex talks, they are usually the other way around. Kate loves entertaining me with her exploits, and I listen out of genuine interest and curiosity. I’m not as comfortable as she is with all this, though, so returning the favor is hard.
“So? How’s Lex Junior?” she insists, unwilling to let go.
“Well, ‘junior’ isn’t the word I’d use for it.”
“Meaning?”
I roll my eyes, both annoyed and amused. “Meaning he’s Brazzers-sized.”
“Oh, my… You lucky bitch. Did he give it to you this morning, too?”
“No.”
“Oh? Did you give it to him, then?”
“I wasn’t there in the morning,” I explain, ignoring the twinge of remorse that hits me.
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me you left in the middle of the night!”
“Of course I did. You’re the one who told me about one-night stand etiquette.”
