Page 84 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“God, Luce,” he moaned into my mouth. “You taste so damn good.”
Not wanting to let him go, I pulled his mouth back to mine and let the conflagration consume us both. My back found the wall beside the elevator, Landon’s knee pressing between my thighs. Only then did I realize I still had that damn butterfly vibrator on.
I moaned against his mouth, desperate for him to do something to ease the emptiness that consumed me.
“Do you need to come, sweetness?” he asked, his words mumbled against my lips.
“Yes.”
“Tell me how you want me to make you come. Keep in mind, it must be right here and not with my cock.”
Well, that was disappointing. Not the part about the hallway, because it was empty for the moment.
“Tell me, Luci,” he demanded, his lips brushing along my jaw. “What would you like me to do?”
I moaned again, the heat churning inside me.
“You’ve got ten seconds. If you don’t tell me, I’ll send you up to your apartment alone, where you’ll spend the rest of the night wishing you’d been bold enough because you’ll be aching to come.”
“With your fingers,” I said on a rush of air.
“Good girl.”
Landon steered me backward, slipping into a small alcove behind the elevator. His mouth found mine again and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to keep him close.
His hand traveled between my legs, forcing me to open them wider. He then hooked his arm beneath my left knee, lifting my leg as his fingers probed my slick entrance, deftly maneuvering around that damn vibrator.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
I didn’t respond because words were unnecessary. However, I moaned loudly when he pushed two fingers inside me. Thanks to his thick fingers and the plug in my ass, the pressure was intense, making me feel filled to overflowing.
He began fingering me slowly. I was writhing against his hand, moaning softly, when I heard the door open and a brisk wind rushed into the small area. Landon pulled back and stared into my eyes, his fingers never leaving me.
“No, Simone, I’m not saying that,” a male voice said from around the corner. “Yes. I get it. You’re not happy with me, but I don’t care.”
Landon began fucking me faster, deeper. I dropped my head back against the wall.
“Yes. I hear you. I always hear you.” The man huffed. “What do you want from me?”
Landon leaned in, his mouth right against my ear. “I want you to come for me. Come all over my hand.”
I swallowed a whimper as my pussy clenched around the intruding digits.
The elevator dinged.
“Right now,” Landon commanded, his tone rough, adamant. “Come for me right fucking now.”
The man’s voice sounded somewhat louder. “Fine, Simone. Whatever you say. I’m so tired of this shit.”
Landon pressed against my G-spot and my body tensed as my orgasm ripped through me. He kissed me hard, swallowing my cry as my body exploded in blessed release.
I heard the doors to the elevator closing, the man’s voice becoming muffled.
Landon pressed his forehead to mine, his fingers slipping out of me. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
His compliment made me blush.
It took a couple of minutes for me to catch my breath. I wanted nothing more than to invite him up to my apartment, to ask him to spend the night with me. I didn’t want him to leave, hating to even have to let go of him.
However, I said none of that. He’d already told me he couldn’t stay, and I wasn’t going to make myself any more vulnerable than I already was, so I opted to call it a night.
“Thank you for dinner,” I told him. “I enjoyed spending time with you.”
“Likewise, sweet girl.” He touched his lips to mine once more. “Now go on upstairs. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, not ready to let him go.
We stood there for a few more seconds before Landon finally pulled back.
“Good night, sweetness.”
“Good night.”
He steered me around the corner to the elevator, then punched the button. When it arrived, I stepped inside, secretly hoping he would follow, but he didn’t.
As the elevator rose to my floor, I touched my lips, remembering his kiss.
That man…
I wasn’t sure what it was about him and Langston that made me wish for things that were out of my control, but I did.
I most certainly did.
Thirty-Three
TUESDAY PASSED IN A BLUR. Perhaps that was because I’d spent the day walking around naked once again. That or it could’ve been due to the fact that my bosses were in and out of the office all day, constantly having me call to confirm appointments, reservations, or to make follow-up phone calls.
I didn’t mind it one bit. I liked the work, the ability to keep myself busy, which ultimately kept my mind off the fact that I was naked again. On a positive note, at least I didn’t have to wear the butterfly vibrator or the butt plug. For that, I was grateful.
