Page 101 of Waiting for Acceptance
Me
I’m more surprised that you listened.
Fitz
Well, I can’t beat the view from here.
I bite my lip, smiling down at my screen.
Fitz
Stop biting your lip. It drives me almost as crazy as you rolling those pretty blue eyes.
I look up to see a smirking Fitz, and of course, roll my eyes.
Fitz
What happens when you roll your eyes, Trouble?
Me
You give me a reason to.
Fitz
Do I need to come in there and make good on my promise…again.
Me
You wouldn’t.
I watch him from my office, then look down and wait for the text bubbles to pop up but they don’t. A moment later I hear my office door shut and look up to see a very hungry-looking Fitz locking the door.
“Fitz, what the hell?! You scared me to death.” My hand flies up to my chest and he makes his way over to my desk, laying his palms flat on the top of it, his icy-blue eyes burning a hole in mine.
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” I smirk and stand up from my chair, walking around to where he’s standing before running a hand down his back.
“I would never.” My tone causes him to turn and face me. I’m about to walk back over and open the door, ushering him back to his IT guy, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me around to face him. Then he takes several calculated steps towards me, causing me to back further and further into my office.
“But youdo. Every single day. Wearing these dresses that accentuate every delicious curve you have. In these heels I’d like to have wrapped around my head…or my waist.” He finally stops when I bump into a table, and my chest is heaving with every breath. The scent of his cologne surrounds me, intoxicating me. He smells so good I just want to strip him out of his damn suit and wrap myself around him.
He picks me up, causing me to squeal, and plants my ass firmly on top of my printer. “Fitz, what are you doing?”
“I need you, baby.” Then his hands wrap around my neck, and his lips come crashing down on mine. I spread my legs and grip his suit jacket, pulling him closer. I relax when I feel the warmth from his body on my thighs. His tongue swipes along theseam of my lips and I part them. He tilts my head back to deepen our kiss, claiming me with every movement.
“Does this work?” he growls against my lips, pulling at the zipper that goes all the way down the front of my dress.
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. He doesn’t hesitate to pull the zipper all the way down, shoving the dress off my arms, leaving me in nothing but my bra, underwear, and high heels. I hold his shoulders as he grips the waistband of my thong, lifting myself up for him while he pulls them down.
For a split second, I wonder, who the hell I become when I’m with him? If you would have told me a month ago I’d be sitting half naked in my office, about to get fucked on my printer by the guy I yelled at for stealing it once, I’d have said you were delusional. But I know who I become when I’m with him. I become his—to do with as he pleases—because there’s nothing he’s given me that I haven't been eager to take.
Which is why I move swiftly to unhook his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock, that’s already hard and glistening with precum for me.
I wrap my hand around him, pumping at a painstakingly slow speed. “How bad do you need me, Fitz?” I tilt my chin up, seeing his eyes darken and the muscles in his jaw tighten.
“More than air, Trouble. I might stop breathing if I’m not sinking into your pussy in the next thirty seconds.” He presses his hips forward, but I tighten my grip on him, causing a growl to rumble in his chest.
“Say please, Fitz.”
