Page 46 of Out of Office

I wandered to the living area with its comfortable seating, with a pink throw over beige furniture. The coffee table had an assortment of travel magazines and hidden behind the main sofa I spied fuzzy slippers, which made me grin. Her kitchen opened up to the living area, and the dining room stood right by the window, with an open plan that made the space feel larger than its reality. Gen stood by the door, watching me with apprehension, and I winked at her.

“I got the mortgage when I became director. It was a bit out of my range but... I fell in love with it when I walked through that door,” Gen said proudly.

“It’s beautiful, love,” I said, meaning that.

Everything in the space screamed Gen. She had pictures of her with her mom, assortments of prizes declaring her best team member or best manager, showing her progression to the top. Her kitchen was oddly bare of any fruits or produce on the counters, and when I peeked at the fridge, I found oat milk, eggs, bacon, and a few packs of salads.

The space smelled just like her, and there were books about building your career, being an effective leader, and much more.

Then right in front of the sofa was a large flat-screen TV.

“I bet that TV sees you asleep more than you see it on.” I chuckled, and she laughed.

“No lies. Damn. You know me too well.”

“I do...now show me the bedroom, Preciosa.” I smirked at her and she rolled her eyes but gestured for me to follow. I took off my sneakers and gladly trailed her.

“This is my...our room.” She gestured as we entered the large chamber with a king bed in the middle of more beige, this time mixed with lavenders and pinks. A sizable dresser and mirror sat on one side and on the other the bathroom door and a small bookcase filled with more books about hospitality and success. A comfortable fussy white chair sat in a corner with a big blanket on top.

“Wow, you really like pink, huh?”

“I didn’t envision myself living here with anyone else, so I leaned into my design side.” She interlaced her fingers and started cracking her knuckles. Shit, we were back to the nerves. I got it. I felt nervous as hell too, but it was to be expected. After dropping my backpack I crossed the large bedroom to her, taking her soft hands in mine.

She blew a sigh of relief, our gazes connecting.

“Missed you,” she whispered.

“I missed you too,” I said, pressing my body against hers. Her cream pencil skirt and silk blouse taunted me, a package ready to be opened to reveal the beauty that lay within.

“We should redecorate, make the space ours,” she whispered calming my thoughts before they were even a concern.

“We have time, we can do it slowly.”

We stood close, our breath matching as we relearned each other through touch, sight, and sounds. Our mouths met in a relaxed exhale, reminding me that we no longer had to rush because we had forever. Our tongues intertwined, and her taste traveled straight to my growing erection. Maneuvering by feel, I guided her toward the bed, where we collapsed in a tangle of limbs, passion building, without breaking the kiss. Gen moaned and attempted to throw a leg over my hip; then as if water had been splashed over us, she parted in a frustrated groan, scrambling up to stand.

“I have to go back to the office,” she whispered, looking down at me, while my hard dick strained inside my jeans.

“What?”

“Yeah, I have to go back. We have a staff meeting this afternoon that I can’t miss. But I’ll be home early.”

It took a second to register that she had plans to return to the office. I had flown in early, and this was technically lunchtime, but I had assumed...

“Oh, don’t look like that, you know I would have stayed, but this meeting is...it’s important...” Shaking off my disappointment, I nodded, flipping my perspective. This would allow me time to settle and unpack. Get myself comfortable and familiar with the area. Take a walk around the block. Yes, this was okay.

“Come here,” I growled, standing to gather her close, my hands full of her abundant ass.

“I’m gonna let you go, but tonight...” I bit her neck, and she threw her head back, moaning, her hips pressing against my groin. I couldn’t help myself; I trailed kisses down her chest into her cleavage, getting lost in her velvety skin.

“Tonight Mom’s coming for dinner, but after yes...”

It was my turn to jerk back, causing Gen to whine in disappointment.

“Your mom?”

“Yeah, we...we’re having dinner with her. I figured you could meet her the first night. Then in the next few days, you can meet Gino.”

I had no qualms about meeting Gen’s mom. None, but she’d curated this image in my mind with her love and her complaints that had me feeling a certain way about having to do this meet and greet the first night I arrived. I wanted time to get used to us, in our space, before anything else. But her mom was important, and I understood that.

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