Page 53 of For the Lover in You
"We can take things slow. No titles, just us enjoying each other's company," she insisted in a whisper.
I inched my way up her leg, rubbing my fingers against her thin panty material.
"Slow is how I like to do things." I pulled at the material of her panties.
"Trey, what are you doing? Someone might walk in!"
I grabbed her hand and pulled her from behind the desk. I walked toward the front door and locked it, pulling her along the way until we made it to my office. I closed the door behind us and locked it. I continued to pull her behind me until I was seated in my chair, finally pulling her on top of me, hiking upher dress. I rubbed along her fully exposed ass cheeks, smacking both, then rubbing them afterward.
"You're so beautiful, Mila. I've been missing you. Every time I saw, smelled, or tasted something sweet, I couldn't help but think about you."
She smirked. "You know I've got work to do, right? And so do you."
"That shit can wait. I've got other shit I need to work on."
I briefly lifted her off my lap, rolled down her panties, and then removed myself from my pants. My manhood stood at full attention.
"Somebody is happy to see me," she purred, winking.
"He is, and he can't wait to feel you either."
I quickly pulled her back down, lining her up right where I wanted her. Stars appeared everywhere as soon as I felt her warm wetness.
"Make it quick, Trey," she moaned as she rode me slowly.
What she didn't know was that the way she made me feel, I was going to be quick.
After our quick rendezvous, I finally let Mila go on about her business. She made me promise to keep my distance from her until we both got work done, including lunch. Now I had finished my work to my liking, and I was missing her. It was five o'clock, and in my opinion, it was quitting time, and I wanted to spend the rest of my evening with her. I shut down my computer and grabbed my stuff. When I walked out of my office, Mila was sitting at her desk typing an email.
"Wrap it up, Mila," I instructed, startling her.
Her hand flew to her chest. "Trey, you scared me. Let me wrap up this email and call my Uber?—"
"Mila, don't annoy me. From now on, you're leaving and going with me. If I'm out of the office, I'll leave one of my cars for you. There ain't no more of this Uber shit. Plus, what kind of man would I be if I let you keep paying for Ubers? Now come on."
"Trey, I have to pick up KJ."
I shrugged. "That's even better because I was going to grab dinner alone, so now I have company." I winked.
Mila tried to hide her blushing by hiding her face and looking the other way but failed. She continued packing up her stuff while I waited at the door for her. She walked over with her bag in hand. I reached for and placed it on my shoulder.
"Go ahead out, and I'm going to lock up."
Minutes later, Mila and I were on the way to pick up KJ. We vibed to the music as we rode down the streets. My hand stayed on her thigh, tapping to the beat of the music.
"Don't get me wrong, this Hellcat is nice, but I love your SUV. It's so sleek. It's the perfect car for a mom."
"What kind of car did you have?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "A damn van." She laughed. "Kyle said that as a mother, I should drive a car that could fit all of us. So, he brought me a van."
"A van?"
She shrugged. "At least you could open the door with the press of a button."
I shook my head. "That nigga is the worst. He could've gotten you a nice SUV, like this. Shit, he's a doctor, ain't he? He could've afforded the SUV you wanted."
"He might be a doctor, but he was old-fashioned as fuck, including being a man who believed in having two families."
