The One who got Away

“Of course.” He stood and leaned over to kiss my forehead. “Do you want me to get you a cab?”

“No,” I said, looking down at my coffee. “I’m going to hang out here for a little bit and enjoy my last afternoon of freedom before it’s back to the grind. I have to call your father anyway and tell him.”

“I can tell him for you,” he said, smiling.

“No, I better be the one to make that call,” I said. “We have to at least give the illusion that we’re going to try to be professional at work.”

“Pfft,” Jason laughed. “No problem.”

He kissed me again and walked out of the door. Once he was no longer in sight, I picked up my phone and dialed Mona, wanting to let her know how the doctor’s appointment went. I knew she was waiting for my phone call, almost as excited as I was to know that I had options.

“Hey,” I said when she answered.

“So,” she said impatiently. “How did it go?”

“It looks like there is a good chance I might still be able to have a baby,” I said excitedly. “The doc is going to call me as soon as the test results come back.”

“Oh, Tiff, that is so amazing,” she said with a deep breath releasing from her lungs. “Are you happy?”

“Yeah.” I sighed, part relief and part exhaustion. “It’s a lot to process.”

“Do you think you will get back with Jordan if babies are possible?”

“What? No.” I laughed. “I realized very quickly that Jordan and I weren’t meant to be in any shape or form. If I can have children, they will not be his. He lost that shot when he walked away before he even tried to see if anything could be done.”

“I understand,” she said.

“To be honest,” I said with a pause. “I am pretty positive that I’ve fallen in love with Jason.”

Chapter 21

Jason

I got to work extra early, setting up Tiffany’s desk and putting a dozen white roses on her desk. I made sure the dust had been removed, the trash can was empty, and her pictures of Jordan in them were replaced with pictures of cute dogs and cats. I knew the last thing she needed when she came to work was to stare down at her past and feel like it was haunting her everywhere she went. I went back to my office and sat at my desk, looking up anytime anyone walked past in the hallway. Her office sat diagonally from mine, and I could see right into her desk. I was looking forward to having her distract me all day long and flirting across interoffice messaging. I felt like I was back in school passing notes back and forth and trying not to get caught by the teacher, who would be either my father or my brother in this circumstance. I was more scared of my dad than my brother, though the former was more like a hall monitor than a teacher.

At a quarter to eight, the normal time Tiffany usually showed up at the office, I watched her walk past my door, her tight, calf-length pencil skirt hugging every curve. Her white silk blouse was tucked in and the first three buttons were undone, giving me just a hint of cleavage. Her five-inch black heels made her look long and tall, and I immediately developed a chub in my pants. She was talking to the temp as she walked around the corner into her office. I peeked up as she looked at the note I left in the flowers. She smiled, glancing up at my office and nodding to me. She finished her conversation with the temp and went back to her desk, sitting down and looking at the pictures I had replaced in their frames. She threw her head back and laughed, looking over at me and blowing a kiss. I was glad I had started her day on a positive note.

For the next several hours, I tried to concentrate, but every time I thought I was on the ball, I would look up and catch her eye. She was so damn sexy with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her black-rimmed glasses scooting down her nose. She twirled a pencil in her fingers and landed it between her lips, making me immediately think back to when my cock was between those lips. I pulled up the messenger and sent her a winking face. She smiled and glanced up at me, pulling at her bottom lip with the pen. She sent me back a message that read, “Lunch?” I looked at the clock and knew I had an hour left. I thought about my answer for several seconds before typing back.

Noon. Seventh floor?

A smile curled at her lips as she read the message, but she quickly sobered as my father walked into her office. I stifled a laugh as she tried to get herself together and answer some questions for him on a file. When he walked away, I looked down at the screen and saw that she was typing back. I waited impatiently for her answer and then blushed when I received it.

You’re on. I’m thinking you bend me over the rafters this time.

I looked up at her and smiled, nodding my head. I wasn’t sure how much of the messaging could be read by the company, so I decided we would need to start coming up with code words to type to each other. We could text, but that would be too obvious. This way, at least we could look like we were working while we sluffed off our responsibilities and took the entire morning to flirt back and forth across the hall. When the clock hit noon, I stood up from my desk and walked across to her office, watching her finish shoving a file in the filing cabinet and turn toward me, her white lace bra peeking out from under her silk shirt. We walked quietly down toward the elevators and climbed in, standing feel apart until the seven was pressed and the doors had shut.

Immediately, we were on each other, our mouths pushing over each other, our bodies writhing up and down against each other. She was so fucking sexy, and I looked up at the numbers as she kissed my neck. At this rate, would I even last until we got to the seventh floor? I stepped back away from her as the doors opened to the construction, just in case there were still workers on the floor. We peered around the open space, and once realizing it was all clear, we were right back on each other. I pushed Tiffany up against the wooden planks on the wall, running my hands over her waist and pulling her skirt up over her hips. She was wearing sexy thigh highs again, and I growled at how sensual she was. I looked around again, just in case. Did anyone ever work on the seventh floor? Shoving the thought aside, I spun Tiffany around and pulled her skirt up over her ass. I stepped back and grabbed her cheeks, massaging them in my hands. Her black thong was the only thing standing in the way of me and that beautiful wet pussy, but I needed to be gentle since we had to go back to work afterward.

Tiffany reached her arms up in the air and grabbed onto the poles above her, sticking her ass out toward me. I slapped her cheek and unbuckled my pants, knowing we didn’t have a ton of time. I reached down into my boxers and pulled my rock-hard cock out, running the tip over her ass. She shook her hips, making her firm round cheeks bounce up and down. I chuckled as she looked back and smiled at me mischievously. I push

ed down on her back and she spread her legs wide, her juicy mound coming into view. I pulled her panties to the side and stepped forward, running my cock through her folds before pushing deep and slowly inside of her. God, she felt so damn good.

I reached one hand up and braced myself against the wall, using my other hand to hold her waist and thrust inside of her. She covered her mouth, not wanting to make too much noise. Her muffled moans sent shivers down my back, and immediately, I started pushing harder and faster. She reached down and pulled her panties all the way to the side, rubbing her clit with two fingers as she pushed her hips back to meet my thrust. I spread my feet wider and grabbed onto her tightly with two hands, pushing and pulling her up and down my cock. Her juices glistened on my shaft as I watched her pussy swallow me whole. Our skin began to slap loudly together and the wood beneath us creaked in protest.

“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”

Her voice was high pitched and needy and just the sound of it made my hips move faster and deeper. Suddenly, she stepped forward, pulling me out of her and turning around. She took her leg and put it up on a stack of tiles next to us and wrapped her hands around my neck, guiding my cock back inside of her. I pulled her close and lifted her into the air, pushing her back against the wall and thrusting upward inside of her. She moaned loudly, no longer caring who could hear, and I groaned as my cock got harder and harder. My movements began to get short and deep, and I looked into her eyes, seeing the intense passion. She dug her fingers into my neck as my body moved up and down hers, massaging her clit with just the motion of my hips. She threw her head back and bounced up and down, giving it to me faster and harder than I was going. I could feel her go from needy to frantic as her body opened up and took every inch of my cock. I could feel her body tensing against me, and then she arched her back, covering her mouth as she screamed out in ecstasy. Pleasure flowed over her face, and I could feel the explosion of her warm juices all down my shaft. The feeling was almost too much to take.