Page 2 of I Did Before I Do

He grabbed the collar of my blouse and pulled. A button ripped off, hitting the wall with a soft click. He pulled again, sending the rest of the buttons flying across the room.

He leaned back to look at me. Gripping the lace edges of my bra cups, he yanked them down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were hard, aching to be touched.

“Kyle,” I moaned.

He groaned in response, tilting his head to kiss his way down my neck. I slid one hand into his dark brown hair, tugging gently.

He continued down my breast. His mouth latched around my nipple. He sucked hard.

I gasped.

My hand dropped to his zipper. I tugged it down, then eased my hand inside.

I closed my fingers around his cock and gave it a slow stroke. He felt hot under my fingers.

“Sydney.” His breath was hot against my neck again, then my ear. “Sydney!”

“Sydney?”

I blinked.

Kyle stood in front of me. Regular Kyle, not Fantasy Kyle. Regular Kyle, with the start of a receding hairline, and a suit that fit pretty well over an average-bordering-on-pudgy frame.

Shit.

I didn’t usually have such explicit daydreams. I shifted uncomfortably at my desk.

My panties were soaked.

I went red in the face.

Kyle looked at me, and his eyebrows lifted in what I assume was concern. “Hey, we’re all getting ready to leave. Are you staying late?”

I shook my head, tucking a lock of black hair behind my ear. “No, no. Um, just zoned out. You know.”

Kyle chuckled. “Yeah, I get it. Well, hey, the rest of us are going to go have a drink tonight. Do you want to come?”

I definitely wanted to come.

But not in the way Kyle meant.

“Uh, I dunno. I mean… maybe? But I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

Kyle frowned, leaning on the doorframe. It wasn’t as appealing as it had been in my fantasy. “Again? If you really can’t come, I get it, but you haven’t been to a single get-together. I know it’s only been a month since you got hired, but we do these at least twice a week.”

He was right. I’d found a way out of every happy hour and after-work dinner that Hills & Bridges had enjoyed since they hired me. As much as I wanted to lie low and pretend I was somewhere other than here, I couldn’t avoid my coworkers forever. I was already toeing the line of ‘shy’ and ‘bitchy.’

I forced myself to smile. “You know what? That stuff can wait until later. Thanks, Kyle. Let me wrap up what I’m doing, and I’ll meet you guys.”

“Great. I’ll text you the address of the bar.”

“Sounds good. I’ll head over in a little bit, okay? See you there!”

“See you soon!” Kyle turned and left.

I sat in my office, listening as the other paralegals, secretaries, and lawyers left the office.

Why had I said yes? I groaned and leaned forward, putting my head down on my desk.

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