I Can Explain (Awkward Love 2)

“I’d say sleep well, but I’m sure thoughts of me will be keeping you awake all night,” he teases.

I make a face at him, wishing he wasn’t so damn right.Chapter Ten

Chase

“Can we talk?”

I raise my eyebrows and nod.

“Sure. Close the door and sit down.”

I watch as she walks back over to the door and carefully closes it, then she wanders back over to my desk and sits down. I wait for her to speak, even though I already know this is going to be about last night.

If she’s anything like me, she was probably awake half the night thinking about it. And by thinking about it, I mean with my hand wrapped tightly around my cock and my fist sliding at full speed. God, she was incredible. And the taste of her pussy…

I shift in my seat, because it’s all I can do not to throw her onto my desk right now and fuck her again.

“What did you want to talk about?” I gently coax her.

“Us,” she admits. “I just wanted to set some boundaries. I enjoyed last night. A lot,” she adds, blushing. “But I want to make sure when I’m at work, we keep things professional.”

I nod, all my fantasies of fucking her over my desk evaporating into the air around me.

“Of course,” I say, adjusting my collar. “That sounds perfectly reasonable.”

She breathes out, looking visibly relieved.

“Okay, good. I better let you get ready for your next meeting then,” she says, getting to her feet.

I nod and reach over to grab her Benson notes that I’ve finished reading through.

“When you get a chance, if you can type this up for me?” I say, handing it to her.

She nods, glancing down at it. Her brow creases. “You haven’t added anything to this, yet though,” she frowns.

“I didn’t need to,” I say honestly. “You’ve pretty much covered every angle I would have.”

“Really?” she smiles.

I nod. “You should be proud of yourself. This is great work.”

“Thanks,” she says. “That means a lot to hear you say that…”

She stands up quickly, her arm catching a stack of folders near the edge of my desk. She gasps and watches them scatter to the floor.

“Shit,” she mutters.

I shift in my seat, trying to ease my erection as she crouches on the ground, ass up in my face, collecting the files. She turns around and plonks them on my desk.

“Sorry about that,” she says.

She smiles at me, her cheeks flushed with color like she’s just been fucked.

Hard. By me. Just like last night.

“Was there anything else?”

I glance at my watch and groan. Fifteen minutes before my meeting is due to start.

Come on.

This keeping work and us separate bullshit is killing me already.

“You’re looking a little stressed there,” she says, keeping a straight face. “Have you ever thought about trying meditation?”

“Fuck meditation,” I growl. I reach out and grab her arm, swinging her onto my lap. She gasps as I force one leg over both of mine so she’s straddling me. “I’ll show you how I relax.”

I slip my hand under her skirt and push aside her panties. She groans and tenses her legs as I slide my finger inside her. I kiss her on the mouth, my lips pressing against hers as my finger circles her clit. She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face against my chest.

With a grunt, I lift her off my lap and spin her around, laying her face down on my desk. I hitch up her skirt and peel down her panties, then lower my zipper. She giggles, turning her head to the side as I reach inside and grip my cock. She spreads her legs apart as I line myself up at her pussy, before pumping my length into her. She groans, her body flinching as I fuck her hard, thrusting my shaft deeper and faster into her wetness.

“Fuck,” she hisses, grabbing hold of the edge of my desk to steady herself.

I groan, my hands tightening around her hips as I shoot my load inside her. She whimpers, her body twitching as she comes with me inside her.

“Oh God,” she moans, her cries getting louder.

Gasping, I pull out of her and sit back in my chair, scooping her into my lap. She giggles as I kiss her, then climbs out of my embrace to straighten herself up. I watch her, amused and still turned on by the sight of her as she slides her panties back up her thighs, then nudges her skirt back into place

“So much for the no sex at work rule,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Ah, so this was my fault?” I chuckle. “You’re such a cock tease.”

“And you’re such a romantic,” she says.

“I am,” I agree. “Which is why I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Where?” She asks.

“Dinner,” I say with a smile.

“No.”

“No?” I laugh, not sure if she’s being serious or not. “And do I get a reason as to why not?”