Page 48 of The First Time

“Oh shit,” he gasps.

Josh and I both turn around quickly to find Zane’s jaw on the floor. Then the door shuts, and there’s silence for a minute.

“Shit,” Josh whispers, his hands on the desk by my shoulders as he leans over me. “We just got busted. Was that Zane?”

“Yes,” I whisper with mortification.

“Sorry, guys,” I hear Zane’s voice whisper through the door.

My head falls on the desk as I shake it back and forth. I can’t believe he is talking to us right now, knowing what kind of position we are currently in. Josh’s dick is still inside of me.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he continues. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Looks like Italy must’ve been a blast.”

Embarrassment is an understatement for what I’m feeling when all of a sudden, Josh’s forehead falls on my back, and I hear him laughing. His laughter starts to shake my body until I can’t help but join him.

“That guy is crazy,” Josh says through his laughs.

“He’s a dead man,” I tell Josh.

He pulls out of me and gets rid of the condom in my trash, first folding it into some tissues from my desk.

Very classy, Layla.

After we clean ourselves up, he pulls me into a hug. It instantly calms my nerves after just getting caught in such a compromising position. I wrap my arms around him and enjoy the warmth of his embrace.

I wonder what cologne he wears. Maybe I can find out and buy some and spray it on my pillow. It might trick my brain into thinking he’s with me at night so I can sleep better.

“Well, that was unexpected,” he whispers in my ear.

I pull away and look up at him. “You mean you didn’t come here with the intention of having sex in my office?”

“No,” he smiles. “I really did just stop in to say hi. But now that I know that sex is on the table, I might just stop in all the time. Maybe three times a day.”

“Are you kidding me? We can’t have sex in here again. The first time we did it, my manager got a full view of both of our asses. I don’t even want to think about what else he saw.”

He kisses my forehead. I missed him doing that, too. “Somehow, Zane doesn’t seem like the type to scare easily. I think you’ll be okay. But I should probably go so I don’t get in the way any more than I already have.”

His thumbs stroke my cheeks tenderly then he leans in for a soft, slow kiss. I’m barely able to remember my own name when he pulls away.

I want to ask him when I’ll see him again. I want to ask what the hell we are doing. But instead, I let him walk away. My body feels satisfied, but my heart isn’t so sure this is a good idea.

I take a deep breath and walk out of my office to find Zane. I apologize profusely and beg him not to tell anyone.

But before I even get out of the back hallway, I spot him in his office. He is sitting behind his desk, tapping his fingers. You would think he just met Chris Evans or something with the look he has on his face.

“Soo,” he drawls out, “I see we did more than just sightseeing in Italy.”

“I’m sooo sorry you saw that,” I walk in and close his door. “I’m so mortified.”

“Girl, don’t be embarrassed. You should feel proud. In one week, you went from not being able to remember the last time you had sex to being fucked over your desk by a guy who clearly knows what he is doing. And his size is…”

“Okay, okay. I got it. You’re not mad. And oh my god, you saw his thing?”

“Mad? Are you serious? No, I need details now. How did it start? How many times? How kinky did it get? That man has kink written all over him. And yes, I saw his thing, and you are one lucky girl.”

I slowly take a seat in the chair across from him. “Details? We never talk about this stuff with each other.”

He scoffs. “Only because you never had any details to share. I didn’t want to depress you with the details of my epic sex life.Now…spill. Before I go outside and tell everybody what I just saw.”

---