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Chapter 8

Monday morning found Nikki struggling to keep her mind on her work, and she forced herself not to check the clock again, for the twentieth time in as many minutes, to see when Ms. Rockway would emerge from her office and depart for her break. Then she would feel comfortable catching up with Max for their lunchtime tryst, one that they’d been meeting for every day at lunch for the last two weeks.

She hadn’t seen him since he’d kissed her goodbye and left her house Saturday.

Even thinking of what they were doing, where he would decide to...do her this time, filled her with heady anticipation. She felt her face flush and her panties grow damp and drew in a shaky breath.

What he’d said in his panty-dropping voice on the phone to her earlier that morning, in the guise of asking her to get Ms. Rockway’s signature on some made-up requisition, still made her blush.

It had been a struggle to think of anything else than how it felt when he ate her out, the way he carefully and with great attention to detail licked and laved every part of her body. And the fact that he let her know in no uncertain terms that their lunch ritual was as hot for him as it was for her meant even more to her.

The first surprise had been his unorthodox approach to lovemaking. She never knew what to expect.

Although they had only officially been seeing each other for two weeks, and their sexual trysts weren’t exclusively lunchtime only, there was something about what they did during lunch that was not only sexy as hell to Nikki, but also strangely...sensual. As kinky as he got, as quick as some of their lunchtime trysts were, they were intimate, sensual and...fun.

She felt the smile grow. Just what the doctor ordered.

“I get off just looking at you, did you know that?”

The hotly voiced question whispered into the Bluetooth in her ear made Nikki jump. She’d picked up the call from her cell without looking to see who it was.

She would definitely have to give him his own ringtone, she thought, glad her supervisor wasn’t around, knowing the blush she felt had to be showing on her face.

She glanced around to see if Max was near, disappointment surging when she noted her immediate area was free of anyone outside of the accounting department.

She sunk down lower in her chair, lowering her voice. In an attempt at nonchalance, she opened a document and pretended to work.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, suppressing a giggle at the very schoolgirl way he was making her feel.

“Yes, baby. Those long legs of yours in that pretty skirt make me wonder if you are wearing any panties today. ”

“Max.” The soft sigh brushed from her lips at the unexpectedness of his intimate question.

“Yes, baby?”

She laughed, low, a lover’s laugh. “Why do you say some of the stuff you do?” she replied, glancing around to see if anyone was near.

“I like to share things that make me wonder with my baby. Now...what color did you go with?”

“Black,” she said, and bit the corner of her lip, her smile creasing her face.

“Sheer or lace? Bow or not?”

“Lace with a white bow. You haven’t seen these. Yet.”

“Hmm...yet, huh? I like the way you think. I will make it my mission to see every pair you own. And remove them from that pretty little ass of yours,” he finished, his voice rough with a need she could hear through the phone. “There is a plumbing problem in one of the smaller conference rooms. I had maintenance lock it up until someone can come and fix it.”

“And you’re telling me this why?” she asked, but already knew the answer.

The backs of her thighs peppered with goose bumps, her nipples constricting.

“Come up to the management floor, room 1801. And put your panties in your pocket. You won’t be needing them.”

“Ooh,” she breathed.

“I’ve got something special waiting for you, baby,” he continued, and Nikki’s eyes widened.

“Wha-what is it?”

“You’ll just have to come up here and see. And remember...no panties.”

He hung up and Nikki sank back in her chair.

“Oh, my God...is he serious?” she asked, but she knew the answer.

Her pussy quivered in anticipation and she could feel her own wetness in her panties.

Which was her answer to whether she was bold enough to actually do what he was daring her: go up to management and have a sexual tryst in the middle of a working day.

She rose swiftly and called out that she was headed for lunch. Not waiting for Ms. Rockway to come out and stop her with a last-minute request, Nikki walked to the ladies’ room and went into a stall to remove her panties.

Her face heated, she stuffed them into her purse and then walked briskly to the elevator and made her way up to meet Max.

She tested the door after glancing down the hallway to make sure no one saw her, then slipped inside. Immediately Max was on her, pulling her into his arms and locking the door behind her.

His warm, firm lips pressed against hers. His hands moved over her back, rubbing softly, then shifted to cup the globes of her butt, eliciting a moan from Nikki.

He released her ass and moved his hands around to the front and began to unbutton her blouse and deftly unsnap her bra. He tugged off her shirt, exposing her breasts, which bounded free. He lifted her and placed her on the conference table, coming to stand between her legs.

“We don’t have a lot of time. But we have time for this,” he said before kneeling in front of her.

“Max.” She breathed the one-word plea.

He lifted her skirt and glanced up at her, approval in his eyes. “Good girl...you listened,” he said, and winked. She laughed, then her breath caught when he began to stroke his tongue over her slick center.

She slammed her hand over her mouth to stop the shriek from emerging, afraid someone would hear and come running to her rescue.

He began to lick at her wet lips in earnest, the smooth yet rough touch of his tongue sending tremors through Nikki’s body. She gripped the edges of the desk, holding on for dear life as his tongue continued its assault over the lips of her vagina in hot, languid glides. Glides of his tongue that left her...aching.

She moaned, her head hung low as she accepted his ministrations. When he stood, she barely suppressed the cry of denial, but was soon rewarded when he drew his slacks down his legs, revealing his thick, muscled thighs and beautifully sculpted cock.

Her low-lidded eyes observed his ritual way of sheathing his shaft and within moments he was deep inside of her.

As he stroked and rolled his hips, she held on for the ride, her head thrown back as she matched him stroke for stroke.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better...

He picked her up, not losing the connection, his shaft still embedded deeply inside her warmth, and strode over to a big, oversized leather chair. It was different from the others, so she knew he’d brought this one in.

Just for this.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned into his mouth when he sat them down, allowing her to straddle him, her legs dangling over the sides of the oversized chair.

“I thought you might like being in control,” he said, giving her that one-of-a-kind, panty-dropping masculine laugh of his that she loved so much.

“Hmm...you know me so well,” she purred as she began to ride him. Her walls clamped down on his length as his hands came up to hold onto her ass, allowing her natural bounce and his hard-driving thrusts to carry their bodies toward release. As they made love, their bodies quickly, easily caught the rhythm in a harmony that defied definition. Natural, symphonic, unique...as though they were made for each other.