Page 20 of Jagger

Not only is this my way of reminding her that she’s better off without Rick, or Carl, or whatever the fuck his name is, but it’s also payback for our last night together. Her reply comes through as I wander the halls in search of her office.

Vida:I’m not sending you nudes. ??

Me:Lol. Not nudes, though, you can send those later. ?? Something else…

Vida:Like what…?

Like you need to prepare yourself…

The ‘Guidance Office’ sign comes into view just a few feet ahead, and I can’t help but snicker as I type out my response.

Me:Drop whatever you’re doing and sit your fine ass on your desk.

Vida:What? Why?

Me:Wait for it....

Vida:Wait for what…

Seconds later, I’m storming through Vida’s door, shooting her onto her feet with a startled gasp. “Jag… What are you doing here? Who let you—”

“Do these close?” I cut in, grabbing hold of the cord tilter keeping the blinds open.

“What?” She sounds adorably confused, drawing a wicked grin on my face.

I shake the strings in question. “Do. These. Close?”

Vida nods. “Yeah, I usually close them for meetings and conferences.”

Zip.

A flick of my wrist and we’re shielded from the world, granting me the privacy needed to make my impromptu plan a reality. Green eyes bulge from their sockets when she realizes what my intentions are.

“Jag, we can’t d-do this here,” she stammers, right as I'm locking the door and inching toward her with determined strides.

“Like hell we can’t. It’s after hours, the halls are empty.”

“B-but, my boss is more than likely still in her office.”

“Keyword, baby, her office. Panties, off. Now,” I growl, caging her in with nowhere to go but onto the smooth chestnut surface behind her.

Her legs part instinctively, accommodating my larger frame. That sweet, lush scent of hers slams into me with a quickness.

I breathe her in.

Drop my lips to her neck.

Nip and suck my way along the column in tandem with my fingers bunching the soft material of her pencil skirt. She mewls in my grasp and clenches the front of my tee, shaking her head in another weak attempt to fend me off.

“It's happening, Vida,” I chuckle against her skin, sinking my teeth into that delicate curve pulsing wildly beneath my caress. “You barged in on me the other night, so now, I'm returning you the favor.”

“I dragged you into VIP That's what that room is there for,” she argues, breaths shallow and uneven.

“Wrong. That is my office, and I, too, am not supposed to be wetting my dick while I'm in there. If anything, they’re gonna expect me to walk out with a raging hard-on.”

Again, she shakes her head. “We c-can’t do this here.”

“Oh, but we can, and we are. You may think you finished what you started, but really, all you’ve done is leave me with this insatiable, asinine need…for you. Now tell me, why the hell are these still on?” I grit, tugging the slicked lace of her panties. “Take. Them. Off.”

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