Page 83 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

I still wanted that date, wanted that time with her to discuss everything we needed to discuss, so if I could put it off until then, I would.

Heart pounding, I made my way down the quiet hallway, any noise or chatter fading behind me. Slowly opening the door, I peeked in, seeing nothing but pitch-black darkness. Had I made it in here before her?

A hand reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in and shutting the door, making me almost laugh before a mouth kissed the side of my mouth, kind of missing the mark. And thenthere was a giggle. And then a solid kiss landing directly on my lips, a tongue in my mouth, hands all over me.

Jesus.

"Dee, I—"

"Don't speak," she said against my lips. "Not a fucking word."

"I really—"

"What did I just say?" she angrily whispered, putting my hands on her covered up boobs. "You can touch them now."

Ah, hell. "I can touch your tits?"

"Don't call them that," she hissed. "I hate that word."

"Well, what can I say then?"

"Not boobs either. I can say that, butyoucan't, unless it's a joke or something."

Not able to think clearly with my hands full of Dee's breasts, I whispered another word, hoping Dee would think it was funny. "Jugs? Melons?"

She giggled again. "Stop it."

Pulling away, she returned a split second later, grabbing my hands once more and placing them on her bare breasts. And oh, my fucking God, it was like I'd died and been transported to storage room paradise. "How about heaven?" I said with a quiet groan. "Pure fucking heaven."

I thumbed a puckered nipple, my eyes straining to see anything in this darkness. What I wouldn't give to have an image to go along with this, but mentally, I could somewhat fill in the blanks from that bikini top Dee had worn the other night. I wondered why suddenly she was okay with this, but it was probably best not to ask.

So all I did was revel in the feel of her, how perfectly she filled my hands, how silky soft her skin was, the way her nipples hardened and responded to my every touch.

My God, the way my cock strained inside my pants was unbearable.

Something about being in the dark like this heightened all my senses, especially as Dee's hands roamed all over my body. The idea that she could want me this much, that she couldn't keep her hands off me, so much so she'd literally dragged me in here... fuck me, it was absolutely everything to me.

Not wasting any time, she went right to my belt buckle, making quick work of it, then pulling my zipper down and setting me free. The way she just went right for it, like she wanted me, wanted my cock, set my veins on fire.

Once again, she pulled away, but I heard shuffling in front of me, and put my hands out to find her shoulders, lower down than I expected, making me realize something that shocked me to my core.

But that was nothing compared to what she did next, rubbing her breasts up against my straining erection, the sensation like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"Holy shit, woman," I groaned. "What are you doing to me?"

"What I wanted to do the other night, but you wouldn't let me."

I hissed when her lips met the tip of my cock, not sure I'd be able to hold myself upright if she did indeed go through with this. She kissed me in the sweetest fucking way, not only adding to my sky-high lust but melting my soul at the same time.

And then her tongue went wild exploring the length of me, going down to my balls where she cupped me, then back up my shaft, finding the ultra-sensitive ridge there and toying with it.

"I have a horrible gag reflex," she murmured.

"Baby, do you think I care? Everything you're doing feels so fuckinggood."

That last word came out on a groan as she sucked my tip into her warm, wet mouth.

"Damn."

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