Page 56 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
Justin didn’t slow, continuing to impale me on his thick length, reigniting the flames inside me and driving me higher and higher.
“I want another,” Justin demanded. “Come for me again, Luci. And when you do, I expect you to say thank you, Mr. Parker.”
Ben’s hand slipped down to my clit and he pressed his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, God!” I squealed when he shifted his thumb in circles. “Oh, God! Yes!” My body tensed, my muscles locking as I came again. “Thank you, Mr. Parker!”
Justin slammed into me several more times, and when Ben and Landon pinched my nipples, he stilled at the same time my body tensed with another mind-blowing release.
Twenty-Two
THANKSGIVING REALLY WASN’T MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY.
In fact, I didn’t have a favorite holiday. Valentine’s usually sucked big, hairy donkey balls. Since I wasn’t Irish, St. Patrick’s Day held no appeal for me either. However, Thanksgiving and Christmas were the loneliest as far as I was concerned.
See, my mother didn’t celebrate holidays. Not since my father died had she celebrated anything, really. My birthdays weren’t big events for her either. Sure, she usually sent me a gift card, but nothing that she’d had to put any thought into. When I called her this morning to see if she and Jim were doing anything for Thanksgiving, she told me she was enjoying a rare day off and she intended to go to bed early.
So, while plenty of people were spending the day with their families, enjoying big feasts, I was sitting at home watching Netflix. I couldn’t even get in the right mindset to read. All those books I’d been devouring held very little appeal right now. Mainly because the fantasy wasn’t living up to the reality. Which I thought was the opposite of how it usually was, so there was that.
However, I found I missed being at the office. Since all the stores were closed, I had nothing to do but chill at home. Alone.
Then again, a nap sounded just about perfect.
•
At some point, I must’ve drifted off while the television droned on in the background. I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing on the coffee table.
With blurry eyes, I fumbled for it, then squinted at the screen.
The number came up as Landon Moore – Boss.
I smiled to myself, wondering what he could possibly want and why he was texting me on a holiday.
Landon: What interesting things are you doing on Thanksgiving?
It took me longer than normal to reply because I was going through a million responses in my head. None of them the truth. How could I possibly tell him that I was spending the entire day watching television because I didn’t have anyone to spend Thanksgiving with?
I decided to embellish the truth but not lie exactly.
Luci: Oh, you know. The same thing a lot of people do on Thanksgiving.
There. That didn’t sound terrible. And I didn’t lie. I was sure a lot of people spent the day alone at home, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Landon: So, does that mean you’re at your mother’s?
Well, shit.
Not like I could come up with a lie for that one. I’d already admitted that my mother and I had a strained relationship.
Luci: No. Not at my mom’s.
I stared at the phone, terrified what he would ask me next. I didn’t want to lie, but I also didn’t want him to think I was some sort of introverted hermit who spent all my time at home alone. That wasn’t the case, but I really didn’t get out much. That was mostly by choice.
Landon: Where are you right now?
Leave it to Landon to ask the tough questions.
Luci: At home.
Landon: Doing?
Luci: Nothing, really.
I certainly wasn’t telling him that I’d been napping for most of the day. That really sounded pathetic.
Before he shot off another text, I opted to get in a question of my own.
Luci: And where are you spending Thanksgiving?
Landon: Spent the day with the parents. Sister came into town with the nieces and nephews.
Luci: I’m assuming Langston was there?
Landon: He was. And is. We’re at the apartment right now.
I remembered that they’d said they kept an apartment for their parents for when they visited. Which likely meant they stayed nearby when their parents were in town.
Luci: Yours or theirs?
Landon: Ours.
Luci: Is anyone else there with you?
Landon: No. Just me and Langston.
Well, at least he wasn’t alone.
Figuring he’d texted in an effort to be polite and tell me Happy Thanksgiving, I decided to give him an out on the conversation.
Luci: Well, Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have a great day with your family.
Landon: We’re not done here, sweetness. Not by a long shot.
Luci: Oh.
Landon: It’s not polite to dismiss someone.
Luci: I’m sorry.
Landon: I think it’s only fair if you make it up to me.
Luci: And how do I do that?
I couldn’t imagine what he would come up with. My bosses were anything but predictable.
