“I love you, baby,” she whispered then blew me a kiss and ended the call.
I waited five minutes to calm down before I opened the door and let Stephanie in.
***
For the next couple of hours, Stephanie and I worked together on the case. At first it was awkward. Neither one of us mentioned the incident that had occurred. Instead, we dived right into the work that needed to be done. With piles of files and documents scattered everywhere, we continued to work persistently. I sat behind my desk, keeping my distance as she lounged on a chair by the coffee table with a laptop on her lap.
I could tell at first that she was nervous. Every time I was close by to hand her documents, she would fidget with her fingers, shift uneasily, and be sure not to make direct eye contact. I felt bad that my presence was uncomfortable for her. When it was dead silent in the room and all you could hear was the sound of papers shifting or the sound of our fingers typing along the keyboards, I had the urge to start a conversation, but I managed to stop myself. I didn’t want to mislead her in any way, shape, or form.
I was in the midst of deep concentration on the legal memo I was preparing, when the sound of my office door opening forced me out of it. I turned my head to see who it was and was both shocked and pleased to see Mia walking through the doorway. Her trench coat hung over her arm as her perfect hips swayed with her confident stride. She was wearing the tightest and shortest black long sleeved dress with fuck-me knee boots. I could also tell she took her time to make sure her hair and makeup was at its best. My smile broadened as her lips twitched into a slightly playful smirk. I also wanted to burst out laughing because I knew exactly why she was here and I found it beyond amusing.
“Hi, baby,” she chirped, leaning in as she planted a long kiss on my lips. She jerked back to a straight posture, and her eyes turned toward Stephanie. Mia’s lips slightly trembled in place and then formed a huge smile. “Oh, hi, Stephanie, how are you?”
Not taking my eyes off of Mia, I could hear that Stephanie had shifted and made her way across the room. “Hi, Mia, wow you look great. Better than great, you look awesome.”
Mia’s face slightly slanted as she studied Stephanie. Mia waited a few seconds before responding as if she were biting her tongue. “So do you, Steph.”
“Thank you. Marcus, it’s only eleven. Would you like me to come back after lunch hour? Say one o’clock?”
“That sounds great. Thanks, Stephanie.”
“No problem. It was nice seeing you again, Mia.”
“Same here, Steph. Take care.”
I waited until I could hear the sound of the door close behind Stephanie before fully giving Mia my attention. I angled my head and studied her. She laid her jacket down as her fingers trailed along my desk. She hummed to a tune, attempting to avoid eye contact. My eyes trailed down the V-neck of her dress that enhanced her cleavage. The scent of her perfume heightened my senses. My mind drifted to the thought of forcing her across my desk and fucking her senseless. The thought of being inside of her caused my pants to tighten against my hard on.
This two-weeks-without-sex bullshit was killing me.
My eyes continued to trace the flawless curves of her body. My stare-down froze at the end of her dress, which landed at mid-thigh. Wetting my lips, I leaned forward in my chair and ran my hand up her inner thigh. “This is a nice dress. It’s kind of short, though. You usually wear dresses like this when you meet my mother for lunch?”
“Actually, I do. I dress like this all the time, minus my low-down days. I’m surprised you’re just noticing.” She said sarcastically. Turning her head, she looked down at me, and then her eyes lightened upon realizing something. “You got a haircut.”
“Yes I did. You don’t like?” I continued to trace small circles on her inner thigh.
Her lips curled into a smile as she reached for my hair and ran her finger tips through it. “I love it. It’s short but still long enough for me to play with.”
That small gesture of her fingers caressing my hair caused a burning sensation that shot through me. I dragged my hand higher and cupped her sex as I ran my finger along the seam of the panties. Looking up, I caught that she took in a sharp breath. Standing from my chair, I firmly pressed my body against hers. Out of balance, she sank down on top of the desk. Her breathing became heavier as my palm rubbed against her clit and two of my fingers slipped between her sleek walls. I could feel that she desperately wanted me. She was ready for me in every way: the unsteadiness of her breathing, the quickening of her heartbeat, and fuck, most importantly, how fucking wet she was for me as I worked my fingers in and out of her.
Desire poured into her eyes as she stared into mine. “Marcus, what are you doing?”
“Why did you come here?” I demanded in a low tone.
Her brows kneaded together as her face washed over with frustration. Lifting her hands, she tried to push me away, “Can I not visit my boyfriend at his place of work? Or was I interrupting you?”
“Stop it!” I grunted as I shoved both of my fingers deeper inside her. Her lips slightly parted as she panted heavily. “Why did you come here?” I asked again, this time my tone harsher. Without answering, she wet her lips and gave me the you-should-know look.
Leaning in, I brought my face toward the side of hers, my lips brushing her soft cheek along the way. The fresh scent of her hair drove me insane. She let out a slight cry as I removed my fingers from inside of her and ran my hand up the side of her body to cup her breast. She arched into me as she sucked in air between her clenched teeth. With my other hand, I very gently wrapped it around her throat. Her breathing hitched. I felt her heartbeat quicken as my arm lay against her chest. “You came here for a reason, Mia. Tell me. What do you want?” I blew out in a harsh whisper as I caught her earlobe between my teeth and ran my tongue along her flesh.
“I came here for you.” Her voice was a low whimper.
“You came to tease me again?”
Slightly spreading her legs wider, she leaned back on the desk. Her lashes fluttered. “No.” She gripped my hand and brought it back down between her legs. I wanted her to ache and suffer as I had. I gripped her thigh and yanked my hand from her grasp as I brought it up to lie on her waist.
Frustrated, she huffed out, “Now who’s the tease?”
Laughing once, I brought my face around to hers so that we were a mere inch away from one another. “What do you want from me?” I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked against her flesh. The cherry scented lip gloss she wore tasted just as good as it smelled. “What do you want me to do?”