Under His Roof - Love Under Lockdown

Chapter 5

Matt

I want to shudder with relief once I’m alone in the hallway.

The feeling of being that close to Cassie is almost indescribable.

All I know is that my senses feel like they are on fire. I don’t know any other way to describe it. I look over my shoulder to make sure she didn’t follow me, then glance down at the erection in my pants. I’m so glad I left the kitchen when I did. I would have been absolutely mortified if she had seen it. I lean my back against the wall and try to calm it down, but it is no use. It’s not going to go away. I’ll need to do something about it.

I push away from the wall and hurry into the bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me, then turn the water on, for cover noise. All I can think about is how innocent yet tempting she looked when she was fumbling to answer my question. I clearly caught her off-guard.

I start stroking myself as I think of how her tongue darted out to wet her lip when I was looking at her earlier. I can’t help myself. Everything about her turns me on, even the tiniest expression from her beautiful face.

I stroke myself faster and harder. I can’t stop. I’m too into my fantasies about her. I cum loudly, with her name on my lips. Thank goodness I had the noise of the water to cover me. I look in the mirror and swear, right then and there, that I will do everything to make her mine. I just hope she is ready for me.

It’s only been a few minutes, but feel like I have been gone for too long. I’m actually eager to see her. After I quickly clean up and dress in fresh clothes, I head downstairs. She smiles sweetly at me as I walk back into the kitchen.

With a slight grin, I wonder how long I will be able to keep my hands off her.

“Sorry I took so long,” I apologize.

“That’s ok,” she replies.

I grab the dishes she has set on the counter and quickly set the table in the dining room, if a little absentmindedly. She comes in after me, balancing a large salad bowl and the pot of soup. I rush to help her with them and take the salad.

I am satisfied by how she reacts when our fingers touch as I lift it from her hands, and I try not to smile as I place it on the table. I notice a faint blush on her cheeks as she ladles soup into our bowls.

After the food has been served, we both sit down to eat. I make sure she’s right beside me, by using the excuse of not being able to hear her from the other end of the table. We sit there eating quietly for a bit. I’m surprised at how tasty the food is, and I quickly tell her so.

“This is delicious! You’re a wonderful cook,” I compliment her.

She takes a bite of salad, and blushes.

“Oh no, it’s just something I whipped up,” she replies, clearly a little embarrassed.

“No, it’s really great,” I insist, causing her to blush again.

This starts off a conversation about food at the office.

“I’m really a bad cook, and that’s why I order out so much when I’m there,” I explain.

She laughs softly, and so I look at her.

“That’s what I do, too, though, sometimes. I just bring a sandwich from home,” she replies, in a voice that is close to a whisper.

I stare at her, as if I’m just actually seeing her for the first time. She looks so happy, and so different than she is at work. We both turn back to our food, lost in our thoughts.

After a while we start talking again. The dinner conversation starts from normal office matters, then quickly escalates to office romance. She refills both of our bowls of soup, then sits back down beside me. She takes a couple of bites before checking me out in a funny way.

“Is there something wrong?” I ask curiously.

She shakes her head no.

“Just something I thought you should know…” she replies.

I raise my eyebrows at her, intrigued.

“By all means, please share.”

I give her my undivided attention.

She takes a sip of her drink before telling me, “I think Gina, that pretty blonde paralegal, has a crush on you.”

She blushes yet again then goes back to eating. I want to laugh at the silliness of what she just said, but I wave it off instead.

“Gina is not my type.”

I’m busy getting seconds of salad when she surprises me by asking, “Well, what is your type?”

I can sense a little shyness in her voice. I wonder where this sudden burst of bravery came from. I put the salad down and lift my eyes to her. I clear my throat before speaking.