Page 54 of Pleading Innocence

“Well, excuse me. Who made you boss?” he asked.

I pointed at my name and title on the door, grinning before turning to Tiffany. “See you soon,” I whispered, wanting to touch her face and kiss her lips but having to restrain myself. My balls hardened and I groaned, making the walk to the file room uncomfortable. Thank goodness there was no one on the associates’ floor. It was appreciated when the associates stayed back late on any other night because it showed their dedication to the role they signed up for, that they chose for life, which wasn’t an easy role. But tonight, I would’ve paid them to leave myself. I was glad that they weren’t here to witness this ridiculous walk I had as I tried to keep my balls from rubbing up against the inside of my leg.

As soon as I approached the file room, I ducked inside, leaving the door open behind me while looking at the shelf where I had her the last time. The memory of the moment I slipped inside her and knew that there would be no turning back after that roared within me. I remembered the exciting rush that ran through my body as I watched Anthony fuck her, as Mario kissed her and we all took turns dipping in and out of her. She was so fucking happy being drilled by all of us, her red face was full of pure bliss.

My dick grew, tightening as I grabbed hold of myself outside of my pants. It was so fucking hard at this point that I wanted to slip inside her as soon as she stepped through the door. Ten minutes had never felt so long as I searched the file room to make sure that no one was working in here.Fuck. I grinned to myself. She was dangerous and I liked it.

As I took a seat at the desk in the back, tapping my finger against the wood and running my hand through my hair, I tried to remember why in the world I suggested ten minutes. Ten minutes was a long fucking time. I groaned, removing my jacket and tie that felt too hot and constricting all of a sudden. I wondered if she was enjoying the fact that I was in here growing more and more desperate by the second or if she was burning with as much desire as I was.

Fucking hell. The hand on my watch seemed to be taking forever to move. At one point, I wondered if it had just stopped moving all together, but looking closer I could see that it was in fact moving, it was just irritatingly slow.

Damn. I started tapping my feet, trapped with nothing but the company of my own thoughts. No one in their right mind could have convinced me that the day would come where I shared one woman with my best friends. We were all so different and wanted different things from a partner. Mario wanted love and a family, Anthony wanted short-term flings and was only there for the pleasure, and I…well I hadn’t really thought about what I wanted because I’d always been too busy to commit to anything else but this firm.

I knew I wanted to be with someone, but I didn’t know if I could. I wasn’t sure if I was ready. But I knew that for the first time in a long time I was living on the wild side and it felt good. Tiffany felt good.

Damn it. She felt really good. Where the hell were they?Nowthey decided to listen to what I had to say, actually honoring those ten minutes? I groaned, flopping my head on the desk while my body roared with need.

Chapter 35

Mario

Tiffany’sassbewitchedmeas we walked toward the file room. It had been a whole week since I’d seen her last. Since we met, I’d found what used to be easy far more difficult when it came to sex. She made me hungry for her all the time and it was hard being away from her for a week. Before her, I’d been able to go months without sex, even years, but somehow I couldn’t get away from her need for pleasure. She had an insatiable need to be fucked and it just made sex so much more maddening.

Whatever I’d been doing in my life before I met her felt fuzzy and I found that I was grateful each time we got together. There wasn’t just one specific thing about her, which made it hard for me to put my finger on the reason I found her so irresistible. I knew I admired her drive and she impressed me with her work ethic, but she also knew how to turn it off. She knew when to submit and surrender to the moment.

She also knew when to take charge and demand what she wanted. It could be her duality or the element of surprise that was constant with her. Maybe it was the ease with which she let go and trusted us or the fact that she didn’t want or need just one person to please her or build a life with, although I’d certainly be open to that if things were different and she wasn’t my best friend’s little sister. For now, she was just having fun and that was infectious.

It was different being with someone I really liked, that I wanted to be around all the time, and not being able to envision a future with them. Because as fun as this was, I liked commitment, and that was something I wasn’t sure I could have with her. So I tried to turn off my desire for more and tune into the time I got to spend with her. Make the most of it. Indulge in her and savor every part of her body, every sigh, every grip, and every moan.

We didn’t go more than a week without seeing each other and usually it was agony for us both. Whenever we’d meet up again, I’d release all my pent-up passions on her. She’d let me and she’d do the same. This time, it wasn’t just work that kept us apart and she wasn’t as agonized as I was. It was firing something up inside of me. She’d ignored my messages because she’d reconciled with Jared, which I was happy about—thank goodness because he would have driven me nuts—but I couldn’t say I wasn’t jealous of the fact that whatever he gave her satisfied her so much that she didn’t need me or want me for a whole week by choice. So tonight I wanted to strip her down and show her what she’d missed out on.

“Pretty sure it doesn’t take that long to find a file,” I said out loud as a colleague walked by. “I hope you don’t mind if I stop by the file room to see what’s taking him so long. I just really need that file,” I said to Tiffany, walking ahead of her now.

“No, that’s fine,” she said, playing along. “I was just hoping to talk to someone about this new job and some concerns that I had.”

“Right. So, tell me about it,” I said, approaching the file room and stepping aside to allow her to walk ahead of me.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure if I want anyone to overhear what I’m saying, that’s why I wanted to talk to you in the privacy of your office,” she said, looking pointedly at an associate who was just coming out of the bathroom.

“Good night, Mr. Sharpe,” the associate muttered before hurrying toward their bag to drive home the fact that they were not eavesdropping and didn’t deserve the look Tiffany gave them.

“Good evening, have a good night now,” I said in response, hiding a chuckle as I turned toward Tiffany. “That’s why there’s a door. For privacy. And I promise you, you’ll have all my attention.”

After I closed the door behind us I grinned at Tiffany before picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. She squealed and I bit her ass through her pants, spanking her as I carried her to the back. Jared hopped up from his desk as if he had giant springs in the bottom of his shoes.

“About damn time,” he said, groaning as I put her down. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips like a starving caveman. I swore, tugging on her arm to pull her back to me.

“Wait your turn, Crawford, I’ve been craving her all week,” I said, speaking into her lips before pressing my body and my mouth into hers, grabbing her ass and squeezing it like it was something I’d been deprived of for years. She moaned and gasped as I broke the kiss to lick and kiss her neck, moving my finger down to unbutton her blouse.

She moaned, tugging on my hair with the same type of need I felt when I gripped her ass. It was urgent. I felt her shake against me, and I looked up to see Jared’s tongue in her ear. He had his hand down her pants, rubbing her ass. I moved my fingers faster to rid her of her shirt and turn her attention back toward me.

Shoving her bra up over her breasts, I licked her nipple while I unbuttoned her pants. If Jared’s hands came around to cup her before I could, I was going to slap his hand away. I tugged her pants over her hips and dipped my finger in her underwear, finding her already soaking wet as I circled her clit, slowly at first. She turned her head away from Jared’s mouth, rotating her hips against my finger, gasping, moaning, and whispering my name.

Fuck, that’s what I wanted. As soon as she came, I flung off my jacket and my shirt, tripping over my pants as I set myself free to bend before her and take her soft, plump pussy into my mouth. The feel of her red pubic hair grazing my nose and filling me with her scent drugged me. As I began sucking her clit and tonguing her hole, I went for it hard until she was losing her balance, toppling over.

When I gripped her hips, Jared let her lay against his chest. Tension reddened her face and erected her veins as she stared at me eating the absolute fuck out of her pussy. Her hips jerked and bobbed against my face as she sobbed my name. Still, I didn’t stop. I threw her legs over my shoulder and prolonged her orgasm while Jared dipped his head to kiss her neck and caress her breasts. She orgasmed again in less than a minute, panting from exhaustion as tears filled her eyes.

“Damn.” She started laughing. “That was so good, you got me emotional,” she said, reaching for me as I stood up, pulling me into her for a kiss. She began to stroke me, and I thrust against her hand.

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