Page 26 of Flawless Foundations

"And Heather?" Not sure how I'm going to handle it if he says she's on that list.

"Not for lack of trying on her part. But I learned a while ago that it's best if I keep my dick in my pants when it comes to the women in the office." I let out a breath.Phew.

"So, she just wants in your pants?" I say and brush my hand over his growing hard-on.

He nods. "Do you want to get in my pants?" He leans in and kisses the soft space under my ear. It's one of his favorite places, I've realized.

"Always," I whisper. Then he's kissing me. His hands in my hair, my own working at his belt. I work his zipper down and shove my hand down his pants. I'm awarded with a low hiss. His hands move from my hair to my own pants, and I internally curse the fact that I'm wearing tight-fitting jeans. Even if they make my ass look spectacular, they sure as hell are inconvenient right now. I continue to work him with my hand as he pulls me to the edge of his desk so he can free me from my jeans and thong.

"Wallet," he demands between hot, wet kisses. Pulling my hand free, I reach around him and slip my hand into his back pocket. Pulling out his wallet, I break free of his kisses and open it up and find the little gold packet that he's looking for.

Ripping it open with my teeth, I take the latex and slide it down his shaft as his head falls back, and he lets out a low growl. The second he's fully sheathed, Levi takes over.

He sits me on the corner of his desk and buries himself inside me. It's quick, raw, and passionate.

Knowing that I didn't lock the door when I arrived leaves excitement in the air as Levi brings me closer and closer to the brink. Stars start to form behind my eyelids, and I know I can't scream his name, so I bury my face in the crook of his neck as I find my release. Within moments, Levi finds his own.

We stay tangled together in a mess of limbs and pants, letting several seconds tick by until we find our way back to reality.

I'm surrounded by Levi. His smell consumes me, our bodies still being connected is one of the most intoxicating feelings and by far one of my favorites.

His chuckle causes me to lean away from him, searching his handsome face. "What's so funny?" I can't help but smile back at him, he looks so relaxed.

"Putting you on the list was the best decision I've made in weeks. I could get used to this." He leans in and kisses me again.

"We'll see." I know there will be more office quickies in our future, but I don't have to let him know that.

Moments later, we're both dressed and put back together. I lounge on the couch, figuring out where we will eat dinner while he finishes up a couple emails.

When we exit his office, Heather's nowhere to be found. Her space is dark, so my guess is she's gone for the weekend. Secretly, I hope she heard us and backs off come Monday.

I put her, and our earlier conversation about Levi's sexcapades in the office, behind me and enjoy my weekend. After all, this is the first weekend in four years that I'm officially roommate-less. I can't think of a better way to spend it than with Levi.

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The next morningis the first of what I hope is many, lazy weekend mornings. Levi stayed the night, and this morning, instead of donuts, we made pancakes. Of course, they were chocolate chip, so high in sweetness. After breakfast and a round of shower sex, we find ourselves lounging in my bed.

"What time is it anyway?" I ask lazily. Levi is lying against the pillows at the head of the bed reading theWall Street Journal.I'm lying across the middle on my tummy reading through the newest edition ofThe Progressive.

He leans over and flips his phone over to look at the time. We decided to go technology free this morning. It's been amazing.

"It's just after ten. Are you bored?" He nudges me with his sock-less foot. We are both wearing sweats but only I have a tank on. Levi is glamorously shirt free and my eyes keep wandering to his chest and... sigh.

"No, not at all. Just thinking that I've never been this detached from the online world. It's kind of nice." I look back down at my magazine. After a few moments, I get the feeling I'm being watched again. Much like my wandering eyes, I've caught him staring slack-jawed at my ass. Doesn't help that the word, “juicy” is written across it.

I wiggle my ass a little and am rewarded with a deep chuckle.

"I want to know more about your blog," he says, surprising me. We've talked about it before, but not in too much detail. I look over at him and see that he's put his newspaper down. Ooh, looks like it's sharing time.

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you have long-term goals for it? Where do you see it going?" he clarifies.

"I do actually." I sit up, crossing my legs under me. "I'd like to grow it enough for it to be a go-to for all things beauty. While I've dabbled in fashion and lifestyle, I love sharing great products for skin and hair. That's where my heart is. Now, I'd love to have a team someday, and if someone wanted to own the fashion aspect of the site, then that's great. But as long as it's just me, I'm sticking to hair and beauty."

As I talk, he nods, taking in every word I say. He doesn't jump to his next question until I'm done speaking. It's really nice how great he is with conversation. "How do you monetize right now? Are you successful?"

"Right now, through ads. I post a lot of vlogs between Facebook, Insta, and YouTube, so I make a decent revenue in advertising," I tell him.

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