as fucking her at work during work hours. It was dangerous and thrilling.
While the initial thrill of a new romance eventually dropped to a simmer, it was still sizzling hot and I knew I wanted to spend my life with her.
As I pulled into the parking lot at work, I wondered what the fuck had happened to Terra and me. I’d used to tell her anything and everything, including feelings I’d rather keep to myself. So why couldn’t I do that now? Why hadn’t I told her how fucking hurt I was that she’d started looking into divorce? Why couldn’t I tell her that I loved her and I wanted to work out whatever the hell was wrong with us? How and why had we let us get so pulled apart?
I knew I needed to find an answer, but as I walked into my office, I turned that off and switched over to work mode. It was possible all my hopes and dreams for us were dead, and eventually I’d be supporting her and the kids while I was having to live alone in a separate house. We had the money for that now, but because I knew divorce was costly, I’d work hard to make sure I could keep her and the kids comfortable even if I wasn’t going to be living with them anymore.
8
Terra
I sat alone in the sunroom with a cup of tea enjoying a moment of silence now that the kids were at school, and I’d tossed a load of laundry into the washer. I thought back to this morning and the sizzle between me and Brayden as I wiped the peanut butter from his cheek. I hadn’t felt that between us in a long time. It was good to know it was still there.
It made me remember the surprising electric chemistry I’d felt when I’d first met him. He had started at the company I worked for at the same time as another man that I couldn’t remember, except that he was full of himself. No, the only one I saw was Brayden.
He’d stood out as something special on paper with his double major, and honors in both college and graduate school. In person, he was equally impressive, and not just because of his six foot three inches of sexy man, jet-black hair, and pale blue eyes. He was smart, funny, sweet, hardworking. That last thought stopped my reverie for a moment. He’d always been one to put in extra effort and more time. When we’d worked together and later when we started our own company, that hadn’t been such a problem because we were together. I realized that it was a bit unfair to think he’d changed or was choosing work over me and the kids, when he’d just kept doing what he’d always done. In fact, his commitment to work had been one of the things that had drawn me to him.
I closed my eyes and went back to the time that I first saw and got to know him. It hadn’t taken long before I’d tossed all the rules about not having a relationship with a coworker out the window. Brayden was just too good to pass up. Within a week, we were having sex during off hours and not long after that, during work hours as well.
“I don’t suppose you need anything in the supply closet,” I said peeking my head into Brayden’s cubicle. I’d tried to wait until after everyone had left for the day before jumping him, but I wanted him too badly. We’d been having sex for a couple of weeks, and, as of yet, the novelty of it hadn’t worn off. In fact, it felt like the more I was with him, the more I needed him and his touch.
He looked from his computer, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “It depends.”
“On what?” I was risking my job to have this man, but in that moment, I didn’t care. He made me feel alive in a way I couldn’t ever remember feeling.
“Will you be there? Because the only thing I need is a supply of you.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “I’ll meet you there.”
A few minutes later, he had locked the supply room door behind him and pushed me until I was on the edge of the table used as an extra workstation.
“I can’t get enough of you, Terra,” he said as his mouth seared my lips and his hands found their way under my blouse. His fingers brushed over my breasts and I gasped as need rushed to my center.
“Suck my nipples Brayden,” I begged. “I love it when you suck them.”
He groaned, and helped me free of my bra. “I love your tits, baby.”
I wasn’t as large as I’d have liked, but Brayden didn’t seem to care. Where they lacked in size, they made up for in sensitivity as he could bring me to the edge of orgasm simply by sucking them.
I held his head to me as his mouth worked one sensitive nipple and then the other. The feel of tongue, the heat of his mouth pulling and tugging, I squirmed with the need to have him inside me.
“Are you hard?” I asked. I hadn’t been much of a talker with my other boyfriends, but there was something about Brayden that made me feel free. I didn’t worry about saying the wrong thing and in fact, I wanted to be open with him about everything. We’d only been working together for a month, and he’d known about my losing my mother, how hard I’d worked to get to where I was with the company, and my secret desire to start my own firm.
“So fucking hard, baby,” he gasped. “Tell me you’re wet.”
We groped at our clothes, desperate to be free of them.
“Sopping.”
He moaned, and dropped to his knees as he yanked my panties down and pressed my thighs open.
“Oh yeah,” he sighed.
“Make me come, Bray.”
His tongue swept through my folds and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“Hard and fast,” he growled as his tongue flicked over my clit.