Page 5 of Wrapped Up in You
“How are you going to handle working with him, then?” That’s the million-dollar question and one I’ll have to unpack later tonight while trying to sleep. Which won’t happen now, damn it all to hell. Luckily, Mackie interrupts my thoughts with his need for attention.
“Come on, bud. Let’s go for a walk.” When I stand up, he abandons his ball and darts right to the door. Sometimes I think I’d love to know what it’s like to be a dog, then I remember they pee and poop outside. No thank you. I’d rather deal with whatmy body does when Crew’s name is mentioned. Maybe. I guess come tomorrow, time will tell.
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CREW
Iknew today was going to be a battle with keeping my hands and cock to myself. I should have told Todd to fuck right off. A conflict of interest, my ass. What about the way I’ve imagined taking her every which way, particularly with her bent over my desk, skirt above her ass, and watching as her body comes alive for me? I’d start with my hands, running my fingers along the slit of her pussy, seeing how wet she would be for me, and once I’d feel her quiver, well, then I’d slide one finger inside, more for my sake than hers. I’d bet my left nut she’d be able to take more than one. The thought of feeling her pulse with something that isn’t my dick would no doubt send me into a downward spiral.
I’d work her up till she’d be teetering on the edge and undoubtedly had me doing similar. Fuck, I’d probably come in my pants watching her pussy sucking my fingers deeper inside. Then I’d take them away, both of us so damn ready for the same thing. The second my cock sprang free, I’d be slamming inside her, feeling every ripple surround my bare flesh.
I bite the inside of my cheek when my attention is drawn to the light tapping of heels outside my office door. I watch as Serena walks toward Mary’s desk in a slow and seductive strut,further turning me on. It looks like I’ll be keeping the suit jacket on for the time being. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? Even before seeing her, I’d be doing the same thing.
I’m yet again at another battle with myself. Do I stand up and walk out to where Serena and Mary are quietly chatting, or do I stay in my seat? I decide to do the latter, keeping my ears open and my eyes focused on the emails that keep pinging at a rapid-fire pace. We have a few plans that need to be solidified, and there’s no time like the present.
My phone interrupts me before I can even place my hand on the mouse.
Asher: Who’s hosting what this month?
Tysen: We can, unless there are any other takers.
Jagger: We’re down for whatever.
Johnny: I’ll talk to Winnie. Depending on the date, we should be good.
Trent: I’m out, but the girls are all in. My new schedule fucking sucks.
I’m about to respond when my desk phone rings. Jesus, its Friday. Usually, shit is settling down, not gearing up.
“This is Crew,” I answer while watching the text messages continue to come through.
Asher: Sucks, man. I’ll pick Kennedy and Briar up if you don’t want her driving.
Jude: That’s your fucking funeral, and you know it. Your sister will have a shit fit if you even suggest that.
Jagger: Cover your balls and pray for your life.
Tysen: Where are Matthew, Crew, and Luke?
Luke: Working. Something you all don’t seem to do anymore.
Matthew: Speak for yourself. I’m busy with my woman. I’m good with things going on at Tys’. Let me know the day and time. We’ll bring food.
Me: Thank god Letty cooks, or we’d be eating some type of charred food.
“Hey, Crew, it’s Todd. Checking to see if Serena made it to you yet?” Todd says on the other end of the line. The clear view of Serena is right in front of me, and while I could answer him right away, I’m too distracted by her beauty. All week, she’s been in a similar style outfit, business with a touch of allure. Skirt, pants, it doesn’t matter. The woman has my full attention in whatever she’s wearing, and today is no different. Today, she’s wearing a purple-colored blouse, short-sleeved style, and it’s tucked into a pair of black high-waisted pants. They’re tailor-fit, showing her curves, and when she turns around, I can see exactly what it does to her ass. The high heels she has on her feet elongate her lithe body and have me wanting them digging into my back.
Tysen: You can say that again. Out of all of us, Matthew not being able to cook is saying something.
Me: Gotta go. New engineer is starting today, and Todd has me training her.
Matthew: Well, shit.
Jude: Answer me this, male or female?
Asher: You know he wouldn’t be shutting shit down if it were a male. He’s the last man standing, for now.
Jagger: Took the words right out of my mouth. @Jude, do some digging and pop a picture in here.
