Oops, I've Fallen

“Not exactly.” He shakes his head, smirks, and kisses me once more.

I lean my head back to meet his eyes. “Is that why you showed up at lunch? Because you thought some crazy shit was going down between me and the Doobie Smoking Twins?”

He shakes his head again. “Actually, I was already on my way here when you sent me that.”

“But I thought you had a ton of work to get done today?”

“I do.” He grimaces and slides his fingers into my hair, tugging my head back gently so my neck arches and my chest presses into his. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about last night and decided I wanted to see you more than I needed to do my fucking job.”

“So, basically, what you’re saying is that you’re currently playing hooky from work because you wanted to see me?”

He nods. “You’re a horrible influence.”

I giggle at that. “Yeah, well, you haven’t made shit easy on me either. My mind has been reeling all damn day.”

Ryan smirks, and his eyes flit down to my mouth. “Wait…have you been fantasizing about me today, Carly?”

“That’s top-secret information.”

“Is that right?” He quirks a brow, and his eyes flash to mine for the briefest of moments before going back to my lips. “And what do I have to do to get that information out of you?”

“Lots of stuff.”

“Like, what kind of stuff?” he asks and runs his nose up my cheek.

“Dirty stuff.”

That makes him chuckle. “I’d love to take you up on that offer, but I get too carried away with you. Pretty sure Sal and Stella will notice if we’re both MIA from the table for a few hours.”

“Well, then, I guess you’re shit out of luck.”

Ryan places one more deep kiss to my mouth, slipping his tongue past my lips to dance with mine. And it’s good. So good. My breasts press against his chest, and I can feel the way he’s growing hard against my stomach with each passing second.

“Fuck. I could do this with you all day,” he whispers against my lips, and he moves his mouth down my neck to my chest. And with his fucking teeth, he tugs my shirt and one cup of my bra down to suck my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, holy shit,” I whimper, and an embarrassingly loud moan escapes my lungs.

I feel his lips quirk against my skin, and he pulls away to blow a warm breath across my now-wet nipple. It’s basically my undoing, and any control I had over not being throbbing and aching and craving every freaking second is long gone.

I am officially an amped-up ball of sexual needs and desires, ready to rip his and my clothes off and go to town in the middle of this fucking bathroom.

But to my utter dismay, he readjusts my shirt and bra so they’re both covering me up again and releases me from his hold.

“W-why’d you do that, Ryan?” I question on a half giggle, half whine. “I came in here to not be horny, and now I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust.”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot.” He lets out a comical groan. “And, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not faring well either,” he says and reaches down to adjust his cock on a grimace.

“Ugh.” I let my head fall back. “And you say I’m the bad influence.”

Ryan chuckles at that and leans forward to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Well, you are the one who tempts me to do the craziest of things.”

“Don’t try to push this off on me.” I roll my eyes. “You’re the one who came swaggering in here and got us both all riled up.”

“I promise, I’ll make it all better. Just not right now.”

I pout. “I’m holding you to that.”

“Do.” He winks. “If you want to meet me in my dad’s garage at five tonight, I might be able to start, you know, making it better…”

“Five?” I question and scrunch up my nose. “But why five?”

“Garbage pickup, remember?”

“Oh shit,” I mutter, and he shakes his head on a laugh.

“Don’t worry. Your garbage will already be handled.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Because I’m going to handle it.”

“You’re taking my trash out for me?”

“Uh-huh.” He smirks. “Lord knows I’ve seen the way you come running out of your house on trash day. I’d much prefer if I’m the only one who gets to see your glorious, braless tits bouncing around.”

“You feeling jealous of the trash guys, Ryan?”

“Maybe.” He just smirks. “Now, I’m going to head back out there. Surely Sal and Stella are done chatting with the Thompsons. You’ll wait in here for another five minutes before following?”

I nod, but also, right before he opens the door, I lift my shirt and bra and flash him. “Just so we’re clear, you don’t want anyone else to see these, right?”