Page 53 of More Than Words

“Date.”

“Hmm?” My hum had a teasing edge to it, but I knew exactly what point he was trying to make.

“Don’t play coy with me. You’re not just humoring me with lunch as a coworker. This is a date, Isobel. I made that clear in my texts. But if you need a refresher, I’d be happy to show you why I think we should date.”

“Physical chemistry isn’t everything.” The obnoxious smirk on his face should have been insulting. He really enjoyed throwing my attraction to him in my face.

“You know this bantering turns you on as much as it does me.”

“Yes, borderline hatred just does it for me.”

Despite my droll delivery, he still chuckled, leaning in to whisper in my ear, his warm breath caressing my neck. “We both know you don’t hate me. But I’m happy to fulfill any of your hate fucking fantasies after work.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” I scoffed, pushing him away, but he didn’t go far.

“I thought we established I do,” he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Same,” I laughed, finally giving into the humor of the situation. And trying not to picture Adrian stroking the cock I’d had a few interactions with. We could start with dating and maybe work our way up to me reenacting my first encounter with his male anatomy.

He leaned in closer, the heat of his body pressed up against mine doing crazy things to my self-control. “Did someone touch themselves this weekend while they thought about what I did to them on Friday?”

“No.” I shook my head, and he laughed, his lips slowly grazing my neck.

“Liar.”

“I didn’t touch myself. My vibrator did. I already told you I fucked myself.” Biting my lip, I waited for the inappropriate comment, but it never came as Adrian growled and grasped my hand, pulling me out of the alcove by the elevators and down the hallway behind him.

Thankfully, most of the people on our floor had already left for their lunch breaks, so not many heads turned at Adrian towing me down the hallway. Fortunately, I had long legs, so I could keep up, but this was a surefire way to become fodder for the office gossip pool.

“What are you doing?” I hissed as he stopped in front of the door to the copy room, his hand pausing on the doorknob.

“What I’ve fantasized about nearly a thousand times over the last five years.”

He pushed the door open, briefly checking to make sure the small room was unoccupied before he tugged me inside. Carefully closing the door, he locked it and turned me to face him.

“I’ll take you to eat later,” he promised, pulling off his suit jacket, tossing it on the small table next to the copier, and loosening his tie before he threw the tail over his shoulder. My eyes widened while I watched him carefully remove his cufflinks, stuffing them in his pockets before he precisely rolled up his sleeves, the muscles of his forearms flexing as he smoothed out the material. “But I’m too hungry to wait.”

“What are…” I trailed off when he dropped to his knees, his eyes fixated on rolling up the material of my tight skirt, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise along my thighs.

“Fuck yes, such a good listener,” he praised. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on my pubic bone, his fingers teasingly drawing through my wet pussy. The wet tips pressed on my clit with enough pressure to cause my head to thump against the glass behind me. “No panties makes this much easier.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, grasping the hair on the back of his head, my fingers messing up the carefully styled strands.

“Fuck yes, we should. I wish I could’ve enacted this fantasy the day I met you.” His voice was rough as he leaned in closer, carefully tucking my skirt up into my waistband while his lips dragged along the crease of my thigh. His large hands wrapped around me, possessively cupping my ass through the material of the skirt bunched up against the backs of my thighs.

“That would’ve been sexual harassment,” I panted as he took one slow lick between my legs.

“And it would’ve been worth getting in trouble,” he responded, looking up at me from his knees, his blue eyes almost glowing in the dim lighting. “But I’m glad I waited. Because now I know you want it just as much as I do.”

“I…” I stuttered as he trailed his fingers back, meeting absolutely no resistance as he slid them inside because I was obscenely wet. I had been since he’d started sending me those text messages during the staff meeting.

“I know, babe. You don’t need to feed my ego. I can feel how much you want me. And it is so fuckin’ hot.”

Before I could formulate any kind of coherent response, his focus changed, his tongue darting out to torture my clit with soft, teasing touches while his fingers hooked and massaged a place inside me that made my pulse race.

My legs were tense, thighs flexing as he continued to tease me, my body feeling overwhelmed with heat. But I couldn’t cry out like I wanted to, because I didn’t know who might be lurking outside the door. My teeth dug into my lower lip as his touches became more desperate, less controlled, and I could tell he was tired of stringing me along.

“Fuck,” I panted, yanking his hair, knowing that I wanted more than his fingers this time. It was impulsive, and entirely reckless, but despite my earlier protests, I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him inside me. And I wanted it now. “Stop… please stop, Ad.”

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