“Oh, God.” I laid against him, helpless to do anything else but stay still while he conquered my body. My thigh muscles burned from holding the position. Still. I would do as he said. It was a drugging feeling, being totally taken over and pleasured while I sat there, allowing it. Letting him. Feeling nothing but him.
“Come for me, baby.” He fucked me harder, rubbed faster.
My body responded immediately, shuddering violently, coating his cock with my release so that he slipped even faster and easier in and out.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his hold tightening on me as he followed me over the edge of bliss.
He languidly rubbed my clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until I couldn’t sit still. He slowly pulled out of me. He trailed his lips from my neck to my arm as I moved and sat next to him. I adjusted my clothes as he took care of the condom.
He zipped up his pants and refastened his belt.
I reached for my panties on the floor, but he snagged them before I could.
“I’m keeping these,” he said, and put the lacy undergarment in the inside pocket of his jacket.
“You can’t expect me to walk around with nothing beneath my skirt for the rest of the day.”
“That’s exactly what I expect. Because I’ll be walking around with the scent and smell of you on me for the rest of the day.”
I kissed him. Long and deep and hot. Jack did things to me that I couldn’t explain. He made me feel like a wanton. This may have been quick, but it left me feeling whole, not cheap. We stole moments where we could.
“Thanks for making time for me,” I said quietly.
“I always have time for my priorities,” he said.
I opened the door and made sure he caught a glimpse of my ass before climbing out of the car and adjusting my skirt.
“You’re a wicked tease,” he said.
I looked at him through the open door, loving the sight of him just pleasured. By me. Pride and so much happiness flooded through me.
“Maybe. Guess you’ll have to visit me
on my next break to see how bad of a tease I really can be.”
“Sounds like an enticing invitation.”
I shrugged and smiled. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Powell.”
~
The week dragged on, mostly because I didn’t get to see Jack much. A few calls and texts were better than nothing. After our quickie a few days ago, he made a point of staying in touch. Yesterday, he stopped by again, but it was so brief, I got one amazing kiss in before he had to go.
It was torture and I missed him.
After our breakthrough last Sunday night, I was feeling better about the direction of our relationship. And that we officially had one. A weight had been lifted from both of us, and we were moving on. Together.
“You think the big boss man will take you to the UK with him?” Edith said, hovering, as usual, over my cubicle.
“Excuse me?”
Her judgmental gaze could have melted flesh. “I know what’s going on. The way you sneak out of here. I saw you get out of Jack Powell’s car the other day, looking…” she gave a disgusted expression, “tousled.”
Heat lit my face and embarrassment took over. This was one thing I wanted to avoid. But the details of what she said made another emotion rise: anger.
“Did you follow me?”
“You left in such a hurry, it was obvious.”