Page 44 of Love Under the Microscope
As Zelda mouths, “Eww,” her face screws up, and I have to stop myself from laughing even though she’s not wrong.
“You know what I want, baby,” a familiar voice says.
Zelda’s eyes widen before she makes a gagging motion. It’s Nigel. I recognize his voice.
“I think I do.” The woman sighs. “But you may have to show me.”
“Oh, I have something to show you.” Nigel’s voice has gone all husky.
“Does he have bronchitis?” I whisper, and Zelda’s shoulders shake with silent laughter.
“Ooh honey,” the woman says. “Show me now. I’m ready for it.”
This is a bad porno come to life, and unfortunately—or maybe fortunately—we only get the audio portion of it.
As footsteps approach the desk, I turn my head. Something drops onto the floor. I squint. In the open space between the kickboard and the floor, I see a pair of lace panties and hold my breath. Shit, they’re really going to do it. I’m not sure if that takes guts or an extreme lack of brain cells, given Nigel is the CEO, and chances are, the woman is an employee.
Power imbalance, anyone?
As my reporter brain sniffs a story, I perk up.
I glance at Zelda, and she frowns at me.
Oh, right. I shouldn’t be so interested in this, so I shrug.
Kissing sounds fill the office, and then something rustles. I listen closer. Clothing, perhaps?
The tips of men’s leather dress shoes appear in the space. If they come any closer, they’ll be right next to us.
“Baby.” Nigel gasps. “You’re so fucking wet.”
Nigel growls, and the woman purrs.
Oh my God. I almost give us up with a groan but catch myself in time. The thought of having to listen to them having sex is fucking horrifying. I move to get off Zelda, but her arms clamp around me, and she shakes her head and mouths, “No.”
“Give it to me hard, baby,” the woman moans.
“So hard, so damn hard.”
A thud sounds above us. I get the sinking feeling the inevitable is about to happen. In the next second, Nigel’s dress pants and boxers pool around his ankles and shoes as his feet spread.
“Brace yourself, honey,” he says.
My chest heaves with the exertion of keeping myself quiet, and if Zelda didn’t slap her hand against my mouth, I might have said something aloud.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Nigel groans.
My gaze locks with Zelda’s, and I’m lost in her eyes. Even though the office is dimly lit, I can clearly see her. Something shifts, and the air gets heavy. Hot.
As Nigel fucks the woman above us, I can’t stop staring at Zelda. I’m drawn to her by a force I can’t explain. All I know is I want her more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.
I drop my mouth to Zelda’s, and I kiss her. She immediately kisses me back, arching toward me. That’s the only hint I need that she’s as into this as I am. I lace my fingers in her hair, and her hands press to my butt as my tongue finds hers, blocking out the poor excuse for sex happening above us.
This kiss is so intimate and sexy I’m getting hard, and I know Zelda feels it because she lifts her hips slightly to rub against me. My heart rate increases, and my blood pumps in my ears. The need for the beautiful woman beneath me is palpable, so much so that my balls ache. As I grind against Zelda, a phone rings, pulling me from our little fantasy.
The phone rings again.
My heart stalls until I remember we made a point of turning ours off before we entered the building.
