Page 13 of Wrapped Up in You
“Did you say Sunrise for lunch?” Crew comes back in to join us.
“Serena did think that’s a good idea for today?” Mary asks.
“Works for me,” I reply.
“Same goes, thank you, Mary.” My eyes go to Crew’s. He’s put back together, the wrinkles are long gone, and his suit jacket is perfectly in place, more or less covering up the stain from me rubbing against him.
“Any time. I’ll grab your orders, and then we can all start our workday. Should I hold any visitors while you two get settled in?” My stomach drops to my feet.
“That would be nice, but only for thirty minutes or so. Then we’ll hit the ground running, which means Todd will no doubt make his way here, too,” he says, giving me notice to keep myshit together, and boy, am I grateful. What won’t be easy is keeping my hands to myself today, a problem I know Crew will have, too.
9
CREW
“Do you have any plans this evening?” We might have spent all day together, working, eating lunch, and working again, but ever since this morning when I got her off, it’s as if I can’t get enough of her. And believe me, I snuck in more than my fair share of touches. Serena even did some of her own, taking it a step further and sliding her ass against the bulge in my pants. I enjoyed every damn minute of it, too. Especially when there was a lull in our afternoon, I picked her up, placed her in my lap, and kissed her until she was wiggling herself to my breaking point.
“Unfortunately, I do. That’s whom I answered at lunch. My parents, aunt, and uncle are on this mission to have me over as much as possible since I’ve started here. I love them, really, I do, but I’m not sure how much longer I can handle their rich dinners.” It seems Todd isn’t only asking me to help out with feeding Serena, but this must be a family arrangement until her first paycheck arrives.
“Pencil me in on your schedule. You tell me when you’re free, and I’ll make plans for us.” I’d have her over to my house,nobody would bother us there, but the last thing I want is for her to change her plans.
“I’m free tomorrow. Wednesday and Thursday, I have Mackie.” I rock back on my heels, wondering who she’s talking about. As far as I know, she doesn’t have a kid or a man in her life, especially the latter. I remain silent, hoping she elaborates, and I’m disappointed when Serena reaches for her phone. My thoughts start rolling. Did we just fuck around with her having another man? I’d much rather her be a single mom than working with a man in her life.
Absolutely the fuck not.
She doesn’t fill in the blanks. In fact, she keeps me on edge, and I’m about to confront her when she places the screen in front of me. A boxer, snaggle tooth, tongue sticking out to the side, and a look of mischievousness written all over his face.
“Christ, woman. Way to make a man lose his mind,” I tell her once I settle my shit. Swear to all that’s fucking holy, I was about to lose it. Not on Serena, never on a woman, but internally, and at the gym later today. Fuck yeah, I’d probably even pound the pavement to get the thought of losing her before I really ever had her.
“What? Oh my gosh. Seriously? Okay, we may not know each other very well, but that’s twice now you’ve jumped to conclusions about me. I’ll give you a sneak peek until we have time to really get to know one another. I’m not dating anyone, my uncle or a dog, I would never betray someone I’m with, even if I’m feeling these big emotions that I am with you. I’d at least have the forethought to break up with the person, imaginary or not.” She moves closer, her hands going to my abdomen, the tips of her fingers causing the sensation to travel directly to my cock. “And another thing.” She goes to the tips of her toes. I drop the phone on my desk and meet her halfway.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” We’re a hairsbreadth away from one another, lips almost touching, and the best news of all, the office is cleared out and we’re alone under the vice that we had to work late to get the plans perfect for Shae and Coralynn’s studio. We did wrap it up, emailed it to them, and are waiting to hear back on any changes they may want. We’ll still have to submit it to the historical preservation society, and that could be a battle for Jagger and me to deal with.
“That I’d much rather spend as much time as possible with you. I also had a plan today to ignore you and make you realize the error of your ways after Friday afternoon. You know, when you went from hot to cold in a matter of minutes, giving me whiplash unlike any car accident can give you.” The playful tone to her voice and tilt of her lips tell me she’s teasing me. What she isn’t aware of is that two can play this game.
“You know the reason for that?” I smirk and stand still instead of allowing her the pleasure of kissing me. Once we get started, we won’t stop, not until we both get ours this time. I’ve tried to hold back, to ease her into this thing between the two of us, but I’m at my breaking point, and there’s no way I’m stopping until I get a taste of her on my lips.
“Not completely, no, but I do have an inkling,” she admits on a whisper.
“You’re off-limits, the forbidden, the untouchable. Your uncle would have my balls strung up if he knew what I did to you this morning and what I’m going to do to you now.” Her ass meets the edge of my desk, my hands cage either side of her hips, and she helps my cause. “There you go, sweetheart. All you gotta do is tell me how you want me to take you first.”
Serena uses the palms of her hands to settle her ass on the wood, spreading her thighs and giving me a visual that will be seared into my brain forever.
“Well, you know what they say about wanting the one thing you can’t have.”
“It only makes you want it that much more,” I finish for her right before my hands slide up the outsides of her thighs. She rocks her body, allowing me to wrench her fabric up. “You didn’t tell me, Serena. What do you want first? My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”
She licks her lips, eyes glazing with desire. And I’m unable to control how my mouth takes hers, how the palm of my hands widens her thighs. How my fingers tease the lace of her panties, feeling the wetness saturating the thin strip of fabric. Or how the tip of her tongue slides along my lips, and I’m done holding back.
She lets go, doesn’t try to top from the bottom. She gives in to me easily, freely, and when my tongue gains entrance, she opens without hesitation. I take one hand away from her soft thigh and wrap it around her hips, holding her in place as I deepen the kiss and slide the top of my pointer finger beneath.
“Goddamn, sweetheart, so hot, so wet, so mine,” I murmur against her lips, pulling back to watch as I sink a finger inside her cunt. I’m probably pushing this too fast and too soon. But one thing is for certain: she’s not saying no. If anyone should be walking away, it should be me. I’ve got a lot to lose yet so much to fucking gain.
“Crew, I’ve dreamt of this. Used my fingers and my toy. Imagined your thickness pushing your way inside. The edge of pain mixed with so much pleasure.”
“Fuck, I’m tempted to rip this poor excuse of underwear off your body. Pull my cock out and take you bare.” Her eyes pop open, a rush of breath leaves her, chest heaving, body rocking, and dots of redness coat her cheeks.
“What if I said I want you to do that?” she whispers as I slam two fingers inside of her, hooking them upwards. Her body falls forward, hands going to my head, eyes locking on mine.
