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Authors: Katherine Stevens
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running away from him.
“You said our time together last night was the best date you’ve ever had.” He looked so young and blithe, caressing my hand.
In the blink of an eye I went from prowling lioness to embarrassed, timid girl. “I—I, well, yes. And then you—you with your working here nonsense.” I pulled my hand away from his so I could gesture appropriately without maiming anyone. “And I’m your—ugh! I’m not supposed to ride you like Seabiscuit, Cole!”
“Jesus, Cici! Is that what all this is about?” He gestured in a big arc to encompass the discarded remnants of my foolproof disguise. “You’re worried about us working together?”
“Of course, Cole!” My shrill voice surfaced again. “I don’t want to lose my job! I don’t want you to lose yours! I would be doomed to a life of robbing liquor stores and ripping the tags off pillows. I’d get caught for sure because I’m obviously no good at disguises. What happens when I go to prison? I can’t go to the Big House! They wear horizontal stripes, Cole! Horizontal!”
“Cici, calm down. I think it’s a little premature to worry about jail time just yet,” he said soothingly as he took my hand again. “You might be overreacting just a tad bit.”
“I have Netflix, Cole. I know what happens in prison. I won’t last a day—”
My hysterical ramblings were cut short by his mouth on mine. My hands instinctively latched onto his hair so I could pull his face closer and deepen the kiss. He responded with equal fervor, grabbing my hips and melding us into one. Spinning us slightly, he lifted me up by the ass and deposited me on the edge of the desk. Never breaking the kiss, he moved between my legs, grinding his hardened manhood into my center.
I probably should’ve told him he’d placed me on top of my stapler, and I’d likely have Swingline tattooed on my backside forevermore, but I couldn’t find the will to stop. There were a lot of things I couldn’t find in that moment: My anger, my fear, my hesitancy.
“Cici.” He pulled away, panting.
“Huh?” I was still in a lust-induced haze. Oh good. Eloquent Cici is back in the house.
“I’m sorry.” He did that thing again where he looked me in the eyes and I felt like I was in my birthday suit.
I could hear the words, but was unable to process them as his oral skills had disengaged my brain again.
“For earlier,” he said in response to my confused look. “My comments were out of line. I apologize. I’m just a little out of my depth here. I met this great woman who ran off before I could get her number, then my new boss turns out to be the aforementioned mystery woman, but there’s some pathetic guy pawing all over her, and well, it’s been a very confusing morning.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled. “I believe the apology line forms behind me. I’m sorry for damn near everything. I think we’re both out of our depth, but maybe we can figure it out together?” I put my hand on his face and he leaned into it. “Why don’t we just forget this entire exchange this morning?”
His lascivious smile came back with a vengeance. “The entire exchange, Cici?” He kissed across my jaw and down my neck. “There were some portions of this day that I really liked.”
I could feel how much he liked it, and I wanted to explore this topic in great detail. My legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord.
“Cici!” Maggie’s voice shrieked from the phone intercom.
I jumped about a foot in the air and only remained vertical because Cole was still holding me. He actually appeared completely unfazed by the interruption and continued lavishing my neck with attention.
“Can I unbutton this?” he whispered as he moved his hand to the top button of my blouse and then nibbled my earlobe.
It was like his mouth was an EMP blast to my brain. I knew there was some reason we shouldn’t be doing this, but I would worry about that later. “Yes, please,” I moaned.
He
“You said our time together last night was the best date you’ve ever had.” He looked so young and blithe, caressing my hand.
In the blink of an eye I went from prowling lioness to embarrassed, timid girl. “I—I, well, yes. And then you—you with your working here nonsense.” I pulled my hand away from his so I could gesture appropriately without maiming anyone. “And I’m your—ugh! I’m not supposed to ride you like Seabiscuit, Cole!”
“Jesus, Cici! Is that what all this is about?” He gestured in a big arc to encompass the discarded remnants of my foolproof disguise. “You’re worried about us working together?”
“Of course, Cole!” My shrill voice surfaced again. “I don’t want to lose my job! I don’t want you to lose yours! I would be doomed to a life of robbing liquor stores and ripping the tags off pillows. I’d get caught for sure because I’m obviously no good at disguises. What happens when I go to prison? I can’t go to the Big House! They wear horizontal stripes, Cole! Horizontal!”
“Cici, calm down. I think it’s a little premature to worry about jail time just yet,” he said soothingly as he took my hand again. “You might be overreacting just a tad bit.”
“I have Netflix, Cole. I know what happens in prison. I won’t last a day—”
My hysterical ramblings were cut short by his mouth on mine. My hands instinctively latched onto his hair so I could pull his face closer and deepen the kiss. He responded with equal fervor, grabbing my hips and melding us into one. Spinning us slightly, he lifted me up by the ass and deposited me on the edge of the desk. Never breaking the kiss, he moved between my legs, grinding his hardened manhood into my center.
I probably should’ve told him he’d placed me on top of my stapler, and I’d likely have Swingline tattooed on my backside forevermore, but I couldn’t find the will to stop. There were a lot of things I couldn’t find in that moment: My anger, my fear, my hesitancy.
“Cici.” He pulled away, panting.
“Huh?” I was still in a lust-induced haze. Oh good. Eloquent Cici is back in the house.
“I’m sorry.” He did that thing again where he looked me in the eyes and I felt like I was in my birthday suit.
I could hear the words, but was unable to process them as his oral skills had disengaged my brain again.
“For earlier,” he said in response to my confused look. “My comments were out of line. I apologize. I’m just a little out of my depth here. I met this great woman who ran off before I could get her number, then my new boss turns out to be the aforementioned mystery woman, but there’s some pathetic guy pawing all over her, and well, it’s been a very confusing morning.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled. “I believe the apology line forms behind me. I’m sorry for damn near everything. I think we’re both out of our depth, but maybe we can figure it out together?” I put my hand on his face and he leaned into it. “Why don’t we just forget this entire exchange this morning?”
His lascivious smile came back with a vengeance. “The entire exchange, Cici?” He kissed across my jaw and down my neck. “There were some portions of this day that I really liked.”
I could feel how much he liked it, and I wanted to explore this topic in great detail. My legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord.
“Cici!” Maggie’s voice shrieked from the phone intercom.
I jumped about a foot in the air and only remained vertical because Cole was still holding me. He actually appeared completely unfazed by the interruption and continued lavishing my neck with attention.
“Can I unbutton this?” he whispered as he moved his hand to the top button of my blouse and then nibbled my earlobe.
It was like his mouth was an EMP blast to my brain. I knew there was some reason we shouldn’t be doing this, but I would worry about that later. “Yes, please,” I moaned.
He
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