Page 41 of Out of Office

“What?” My heart hammered against my chest, and my nipples grew impossibly hard inside of my bra; the breeze from the fan stimulated my heated skin.

“You’re staring as if you want to get bent over and—”

My mind knew what I needed before I could get my words out. My breath was lost as Adrián’s body crashed into mine, his delicious arms around me calming the raging lust inside. Our mouths smashed, his peppermint taste making me moan. His tongue drove my need in a crescendo as our hands clashed, attempting the same goal.

Zero clothes.

Adrián’s beard tickled under my neck as his breath ghosted along my speeding pulse, his hands groping my ass in desperation. My dress lost the battle first, followed by his pants, then his T-shirt. Soon, I was standing in bra and panties, and he was in his boxers, and I attempted the best way to climb him like a tree.

“I thought you wanted to...to take...time.” I gasped as he yanked my bra down, exposing my nipples, which pointed toward him in supplication.

“Oh my...fuck did you...did you realize we always do this so fast that this is my first time seeing them in detail?” he said, staring at my breasts, lost in his reverie. Denial sprang to my mouth, but nothing came out because as I ran each moment together, I realized I’d mostly ended up with some clothes on during our encounters.

“Well... I...” I shook as he studied me, this area of mine, abundant and lush, one that had brought me so much satisfaction and grief. I worked in a very safe environment now, but once upon a time... I had learned to cover them in instinct, avoiding being noticed by my chest size versus my mental acumen. I hadn’t realized that even in my most passionate moments, I’d neglected one of my most erogenous zones.

“It’s okay if you’re uncomfortable. I can give you a T-shirt. I always want you to be at ease with me. But let me tell you...you’re breathtaking. From each strand on your head to that crooked pinky toe,” Adrián said, and I had to pause for a moment.

“Did you just call my toe crooked?”

“It’s beautiful, though, with that little curve to the left, not wanting to leave the next toe alone...”

“You a damn fool.”

“Yeah, I am, for you...listen, your breasts...they are...gorgeous. Can I touch?” he asked, and I nodded wordlessly, trembling as his hand coasted along my soft skin, his rough palm dragging along the skin, causing all sorts of riots inside.

“Can I...can I lick now?” he asked, and I whimpered in consent.

His tall frame bent like a palm tree in the wind, and his heated breath touched one nipple; my knees buckled, and he took advantage, sliding an arm around my waist and running his big, juicy tongue over the tip as if it was a cherry on ice cream, and I melted.

“Oh, Adrián, oh please. Please.”

“You beg so pretty, I guess this is just another night where you win, and we do it as quickly as you want.”

“Yes!” I begged carelessly for him inside me.

With economic moves, Adrián removed the last vestiges of clothes on both of us, and I stood there unable to do anything but take deep breaths before I passed out of unrealized lust. And if I ever wondered if that last piece of the cookie was one too many, Adrián removed the concern when he carried me effortlessly and deposited me gently on the bed.

Mind in a fog, body on fire, Adrián took me with one swift stroke, his length the thickest, most delicious intrusion. Then Adrián followed my screamed instructions, urging him faster, harder until his bed creaked under the pressure of our passion. I didn’t lie there taking it, though; I gave it back to him, with all the yearning and lust built from days and months apart. Our flesh smacking against each other quickly became my favorite sound, causing ripples of joy in my chest.

I finished first in delicious abandon because Adrián made sure of it, his thickness flooding me in warmth, my heart and my core in harmony, rejoicing at our reunion. Adrián crested soon after, his orgasm stunning as he trembled in my arms, his neck tense in fierce pleasure, his groans all full of my name.

Thank God for standing fans.

I lay sprawled, limbs skewed, shoulder and arm on top of Adrián’s sweaty chest, legs tangled—the thin sheet draped over our private parts and nothing more.

“You good there?” He chuckled.

“For a second, my heart felt like it was gonna escape forever and never return.” I grinned as I followed the wings of the fan.

“You came to Panamá to kill me. Now I understand your true intentions.” He groaned, gliding his palm over my belly, resting it gently there.

Oh...my heart.

“I didn’t. I came because of work and because I missed you so much. Anibal was so annoyed at me the last few days that he suggested I should take a week. I was so tempted, but I couldn’t. There is so much happening between the expansion plans and results, and...ugh. Who would have thought that reaching most of my career goals meant I had no time to enjoy life?”

“Mmm, I wish I lived close to you. I’d ensure you relaxed sometimes.”

“You sure would...” I ignored the simmering heat and cuddled up into his side. His arm immediately cloaked over me, and I never felt safer.

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