I grabbed her waist and bounced her up and down on my cock as fast as I possibly could. My cock was throbbing, and I just wanted to feel the release of an orgasm. As her screams matched the motion of her body, I thrust harder and deeper until I could no longer hold on. I stepped forward and slammed my cock inside, holding her down on it as I erupted in ecstasy. She watched my face as my cock pulsated inside her, coming hard, and forcing my body to shake and twitch. Slowly, I lowered her until her face was near mine. I pressed my lips hard against hers, trying to catch my breath. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling, before she kissed my nose and put her feet down on the ground. I held myself up against the wall, still gripping the base of my cock as I recovered as fast as I could.
I tucked my dick back into my boxers and pulled my pants up, shifting it around since it was still hard as a rock. I tucked my shirt in and fixed my tie before turning to her and smiling as she tucked her blouse back in, zipped up her skirt, and pulled her thigh-highs back up. She laughed and wiped her lip gloss from my face, grabbing my tie and pulling me in for a kiss. I shook my head at her as I looked deep into her eyes, wondering how I got so damn lucky. Not only did I get to claim this woman as my girlfriend, I got to see her every day and fuck her on my lunch break. Normally things like that happened when someone like Jordan was fucking the secretary, but this came with strings attached and that made me more than happy.
As we walked back to the elevator, ready to take our actual lunch break, she took my hand and leaned up kissing me on the cheek. She smiled as I pressed the button to the bottom floor, my heart still racing in my chest. As the doors closed, she started laughing.
“We totally could have gotten caught,” she said. “That was their lunch break.”
“Wow,” I said chuckling. “You might have told me that.”
“Whoops.” She laughed even harder.
“So,” I said, looking down at her. “Do you like being back at work?”
“Hell, yeah,” she said. “I get to do this every day? And get paid for it? Count me in.”
“Yeah, until the seventh floor is finished,” I replied.
“Then,” she said, walking backward out of the elevator and smiling at me, “we’ll just have to find a new place.”
“Maybe I’ll convince my father to renovate the eleventh floor.” I wasn’t entirely joking, either.
“Wasn't that done like a year ago?”
“You gotta stay with the times,” I said. “I mean, he probably doesn’t even remember it was renovated.”
We laughed as we walked out of the building and down the street to grab a sandwich at the deli. Tiffany wrapped her arms around her and shivered, having forgotten her jacket in the mad dash to the seventh floor. I pulled my coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders. She was so gorgeous, and I was in absolute heaven. I didn’t want anything to change, not one single thing.
Chapter 22
Tiffany
Though we had missed our chance to have our seventh-floor romance since our lunches didn’t coincide, I still couldn’t get Jason off my mind. Maybe it was bad that my boyfriend’s office was right across the hall, but in all reality, I almost worked better knowing if I got everything done, I could send him messages and harass him throughout the day. I watched as he got up from his desk and began filing a bunch of paperwork that his secretary normally did. The flu was going around the office, and though I didn’t often catch stuff, my stomach wasn’t feeling too hot. I shook it off and went to grab a cup of coffee, exhaustion seeming to be taking over more in the last couple of days than normal. It was probably all the time I had taken off. It had made me lazy. I poured the coffee in my cup and put sugar in it before walking back to my desk. As I entered through the doors, my phone rang. I set the coffee down and hurried around, pressing line two and answering.
“Hello, this is Miss Wells.”
“Tiffany, it’s Doctor Hartford,” he said seriously. “I wanted to call and see if you could come back in this afternoon. I want to take another blood test from you.”
“Is everything okay?” I sat down in my chair, slightly alarmed.
“Well, all your results came back, and they were correct. It doesn’t come as a surprise that you do have PCOS,” he said. “But we took a blood test because you indicated you’d had intercourse since your last period, and the results are a little confusing.”
“How so?”
“Well, we gave you a pregnancy test with that blood sample,” he replied. “And it came back positive.”
“Wait, what?”
“I know,” he chuckled. “It was a bit of a surprise for all of us.”
“I mean, that can’t be right,” I said shaking my head. “My last doctor told me it was impossible for me to get pregnant. Like, he literally said I had a better chance at winning the lottery.”
He chuckled. “Well, I’d like you to come by and give me another blood sample. Can you come in this afternoon?”
“Sure,” I said, glancing up at Jason who was staring down at his screen. “I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
I hung up the phone and sat in complete amazement for several minutes. Jason scrunched his brow in concern when he looked over across the office. There was no way I could be pregnant. We had just started sleeping together not that long ago, and my chances were slim to none. Specifically, none, at least according to my previous doctor. If I’d thought there was a possibility, we would have used condoms.
I felt like I was in a dream, and everything around me was moving in slow motion. The doctor had to have made some kind of mistake. All I needed to do was to go down and give them a blood sample, and they would see they had made a mistake. I stood up from my desk and walked out of the office, so much in a trance that I didn’t even see Jason standing in his doorway. I knocked on John’s door and entered as he signalled for me to come in, finishing his phone call. I stood there in a daze until he hung up and looked over at me.