Page 44 of Pretend You're Mine
As she came, I said, “I want this. I want to be with you.”
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Is there any way I can just pause this, cancel the day?
My arms wrapped around her, her scent that I was now pretty sure was tangerine, clogging my mind almost like some too-strong hand sanitizer, I was good as stupid. All I could think of, any set of excuses, was just of all the things I wanted to do with Naomi right now, today. I wanted to bite the tip of her ear and grab her breast and hold it and nuzzle my face over the crook of her shoulder, where it somehow fit perfectly, we’d found.
But today was Monday and right now it was 7:30 AM and in half an hour I had to be in my office. And no excuse would be good enough for the boss, because I was the boss and I knew that I was full of shit.
Not to mention that Naomi had work too, of course. All there was to do was to get up and get my ass ready.
We got ready in a giddy haze, laughing at each other for no reason, each grabbing a banana on our way out. A goodbye kiss got me going, even though it wasn’t nearly enough.
Once I got to my office, all it took was fifteen minutes for me to get pissed off. Fifteen minutes when my client was supposed to have arrived. Thirty minutes later, she finally decided to grace me with her presence.
“You did look over the footage I sent you, yeah?” she asked the second her crocodile-print pumps were through my door. As the rest of the morning unraveled, my client insisted on arguing that we do things her way, as opposed to the way that would actually win her the case.
Although the day wasn’t without its perks. At lunch, I closed my office door, and called up the only person who could possibly salvage this morning.
“Miss me already?” Naomi teased.
“What do I get if I say yes?” I said.
“You’re lucky it’s my lunch too,” she purred. Then, seeing that I was still waiting for an answer, she said, “Not sure. What’s on the table?”
“My belt’s unbuckled,” I said.
Damn. Where had that come from? Last night had just ignited my hunger for her, clearly.
“And I’m in my break room,” she purred.
“What are you wearing?” I asked.
A pause, then, “Xander.”
“Never mind, I remember. It’s that tight t-shirt you don’t realize is sexy.”
I closed my eyes and could see it, the way it emphasized her pert full tits.
“You’re not…” she said, not sounding totally scandalized.
“Can you really blame me?” I asked. “After this morning and last night, then you leaving me high and dry.”
“We do have work.”
“So go back to work, then,” I dared her.
Meanwhile, I was already unbuttoning my slacks. A quick jerk wouldn’t hurt.
“You first,” she purred, in that voice that got me stiffer.
“I am going first.”
Her little, almost inaudible groan was as good as a dick stroke.
By now, my dick was out and I was glad I’d taken the foresight of locking my door. Fuck, what Naomi did to me.
“Sex with you is so hot,” she was saying now.
“Stop talking and do what you want to,” I said suddenly.
“How can you…”
“You know you want to.”
Another little groan.
“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” I said, fisting my cock. Fuck, just the thought of her, with her legs spread for me. “Thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you the next time I see you.”
“Mmmhmm,” she breathed.
I sure was thinking about it.
“How next time I’m going to bend you over and fuck you from behind.”
Another moan.
“Yeah baby,” I said, getting closer. “Touch yourself for me. Come for me.”
“Xander!”
But now I was in my own world, my hand gliding up and down my cock mercilessly. Images of my plundering her slick, juicy pussy were flashing through my mind – her bare upturned tits, her playful smile, those hungry eyes.
“I want you,” she groaned.
“I want you now,” I hissed.
It was her moaning, the helpless kind that I knew meant she was coming, that got me losing it too.
A few seconds later, Naomi was breathing heavily over the other line. “That was hot.”
“You’re hot.”
“Xander.”
“You’re right, if I keep this up, we’ll be deep into Round Two.”
A pause, as my cock stiffened eagerly.
“I could be up for it,” I said. “If you…”
“I have to work, you fiend!”
“Fiend.” I chuckled at the word. “Sorry Lady Naomi. My greatest apologies for behaving like a cur.”
“Apology accepted. Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I have to get to work, seriously. I have a client coming in ten.”
“Alright Miss Maybe,” I said, switching gears. “We’ll finish this later.”
“Goodbye,” she said, and I could hear she was smiling.
“Goodbye.”
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After, I washed up, then got back to work. As weird as that was, it had been a distraction, and I had two cases on the go that I had to get to work on. The next few hours passed quickly as pen scratched across paper, fingers sifted through documents.
