Footsteps close in on me, and I don’t stop, picking up my pace. From how little the sound echos, it’s a man. Loafers. Expensive but not too expensive. So help me if it’s Jamie chasing after me, I’ll?—
17
Jamie
Itug Aubrey’s elbow and drag her into what I thought would be another conference room, but is a storage closet, locking the door. Without a second thought, I take her face in my hands and roughly kiss her. She squeaks on contact, but she doesn’t fight me, parting her lips to let me in. It’s been entirely too long since I’ve tasted her, felt her heaving chest against me as I claim her mouth as mine. If she knew what was good for her, she’d pull back and slap me, but whatever this is between us didn’t end when she left Ottawa. The chemistry hasn’t faded. If anything, I want her more now than ever, need her more than the oxygen in my lungs.
Aubrey whimpers into my mouth, gripping at my sides to pull me closer. Pride fills my chest that this perfect woman craves me as much as I am obsessed with her. “We shouldn’t do this,” she speaks against my lips, but doesn’t stop kissing me.
“Then tell me to stop.”
She finally pulls back, her eyes searching mine, then shakes her head. “No… Fuck me.”
This wasn’t how I thought it would go. Then again, I didn’t exactly plan on any of this. She drops her bag and grips the nape of my neck, crushing her lips to mine, then feverishly slips her hands into my jacket, tugging it off.
“I don’t have a condom,” I speak against her lips.
“It doesn’t matter.”
I trust Aubrey and I haven’t been with anyone since her. Still, I admit, “It matters to me.”
Breaking our kiss, her lips swollen and breath heavy. “I’m sorry.”
“No. It isn’t like that. You’ll feel me slipping down your thighs the rest of the day without a chance to clean up… and I like that a little too much.”
“Me too.” It’s barely a whisper, but all the confirmation I need that even with all of her reservations, she still wants me and this isn’t in my head.
My mouth crashes into hers, her sweet moans bringing back memories of our time at the summit. There’s no world where I could ever consider a woman as incredible as Aubrey being mine… except in the dark.
Is it worth it?
It’ll have to be, for now. But I won’t settle for being her dirty little secret.
Unzipping her pencil skirt, I tug it down with her underwear and a contraption that I’m a little embarrassed to admit I know is shapewear. I don’t care that she wants to wear it—I love how perfect she is without it—but it’s one more layer keeping me from getting her naked.
I kneel in front of her as she kicks off her shoes and steps out of her clothes. Hooking her knee over my shoulder, I need a quick taste, swiping my tongue up her slick entrance. It’s like coming home—familiar, but also as if everything is right in the world.
Aubrey slides her hands into my hair while I lick and suck, teasing her more than I should with how little time we have. No matter how much I want to sink myself inside her, having her at my mercy like this is better than any of the memories I have stored from the last time we were together.
My girl is getting loud. Pulling my mouth from her addictive pussy, I find her panties bundled into the skirt and ball them in my fist, then stuff them into her mouth. She doesn’t protest, just takes them like the good girl she is, giving me more time to play now that she’s quiet.
“Once on my face. That’s all you get until tonight.”
Her fingers tangle tighter in my hair, tugging enough for a mild sting. No matter how much I want to be inside her, I need her aching for me. It’s been entirely too long since I’ve felt her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, and I’ll probably come hard and fast, needing at least a few rounds with her to ensure she’s satisfied.
With time not on my side, I slip two fingers inside her, curling just how she likes it. Her muffled cries spur me on, but as she grinds against my mouth, my cock leaks precum in my pants. I’m hard as steel, and if she doesn’t come for me soon, I’ll probably make a mess of my own. As I gently graze my teeth on her clit, she cries out, barely muffled by her underwear. I knew it would be her undoing, but am pleasantly surprised I can still make her come for me in mere minutes. Her pussy flutters around my fingers as she coats my face, and I’m fucking drunkon her. I need another, but I need to guarantee she’ll be craving me for the rest of the day.
Slowing my pace, I carefully slip my fingers from her, and continue to circle her clit with my tongue until her breathing evens out. I reach for her panties, removing them from her mouth, and demand, “Open,” sliding my fingers between her lips. She licks them clean, then releases them with a pop, making my cock throb. Tonight, I’ll have her all to myself—no press to worry about, no bosses next door to hear us. I’m going to make her scream.
As I stand, she reaches for my belt, but I grip her wrist to stop her. “If I fuck you, it won’t be the last time.”
“It has to be.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
She shakes her head, then cups my cheek. “You deserve more than a closet-fuck with a woman who is going to be a single mom later this year.”
“I don’t care that you’re pregnant, and I don’t care that it’s not mine—you are, whether you want to admit to it or not. I wouldn’t move here just for sex.”
