Page 20 of Mark my Words

“We don’t need to be a topic of gossip on Monday,” she told me, leaning in toward me but not touching. “You go request a ride, and I’ll be out in a few minutes. I need to powder my nose.” Then she was off toward the bathroom with a wink, swinging her hips as she disappeared down the back hallway.

Holy shit, this was happening. I told myself I’d stop doing this. I was old enough to be over the whole one-night stand at a bar thing. That’s what this was, right? One night to get her out of my system, and then Monday, I’d return to my little bubble in the office. I wouldn’t have to think about what she looked like naked anymore. Except I’d know what she looked like naked. How it felt to be inside her. What it sounded like when I made her come. Because I was going to make her come.

Kristine: Quit overthinking. Go outside.

Glancing over my shoulder, Kristine stood in the hallway leading to the bathroom with a hand on her hip. She held her phone with the other, an amused smirk plastered across those full lips.

Sam: Someone is impatient.

She laughed as she looked down at her phone, pulling it into both hands to text me back.

Kristine: Someone promised me a spanking, and I’m waiting to see if he can deliver.

Sam: Oh, I can deliver and then some.

Kristine: Promises. Promises. Let’s hope you’re not all talk.

Laughing at the playful snark in her texts, I glanced back up, and my heart pounded at the sincere smile I saw aimed in my direction. It was rare for her to give a smile that was anything but condescending or caustic. She was beautiful—dangerous—but beautiful, nonetheless.

Sam: I guess you’ll have to come with me and find out.

Kristine: I hope you can make me come. But you’re wasting time.

Nodding at her, I threw a couple of bills on the bar and headed toward the doors. As I stepped away, I briefly caught Andrea giving me a curious look from the other side of the room. Right...don’t turn this into office gossip.

The wait time said ten minutes for the Uber to show up. Hopefully, I could keep my hands off her that long. I wanted to kiss that teasing smirk right off her. Steal her breath until all she could do was moan my name. God, I hoped she was loud. There was something about a woman unashamed to embrace their pleasure that turned me on.

Kristine: Let me know when you want me.

Sam: Right now...

Kristine: I meant when the car gets here, you goober.

Sam: My place okay?

Kristine: You think I’m letting you know where I live?

Sam: Such a brat.

I attached a gif of a hand miming a spanking to see her reaction.

Kristine: I’m still waiting to see if you have the nerve. Sometimes men are all talk.

Sam: You want me to come back in there? I can talk, alright, while I count the number of times I spank that mouthy ass of yours.

Kristine: God no, Andrea is trying to figure out where you went. I think someone has a crush. And I wasn’t aware my ass had a mouth.

Checking the arrival time on my phone, I laughed as I leaned back against the building wall—five more minutes.

Sam: Are you jealous?

Kristine: You wish...

Sam: Maybe I do.

Kristine: You know what this is, right?

Sam: ?

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