Chapter 4 -- The Closet
As he stalked closer to her she noticed the red flush of his face, the top buttons of his shirt open and his tie hanging half open, she knew what he did to him with those letters. She was also a mess, she assumed her makeup had melted into her sweat and streaked her as she looked around hoping that nobody was around to see them.
"Marie, this is something I need to get for our project. Care to join me?" he asked his eyes flaring hotly.
She couldn't breathe for the moment he was so gorgeous, especially now with sweat rolling off his brow, his short hair slightly damp and sticking to his forehead. She knew where this was headed as she glanced at the clock 4:00. Far too early to cut out... she was stuck. She started it though, now the target of her lusty crush was standing right in front of her.
Just as shaken as her from the extremely erotic letters they had bounced between each other. His eyes seemed to taunt her, urging her out of her shell. It felt like that this would be her only real chance, this spur of a moment thing. She doubted it would actually go anywhere, she'd brand herself a coward if she didn't do this right now.
"Of course, I think I know what that something is, stud," she said huskily. Then her eyes widened, she did it again! She shouldn't be mortified calling him stud after what she sent to him in the letter. But he was standing right in front of her!
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It felt like all the air in the room and suddenly tightened around his neck as all his blood flowed south. Her eyes had flared with the same passion as she called him stud. He had to ruthlessly bite back a groan, what she made him feel... there was no question that this would not be a one time thing. There was no way at all he could sate himself with one time with her.
He reached down and grabbed her hand and pulled her up off her chair then started towards the supply closet, it was getting later and most were beginning to start closing off their work. He didn't think anybody would be needing it at all, her heat and her fragrant scent of roses surrounded him, strangling his cock.
He couldn't remember a time when he was ever as hard as he was right now. This was going to be rough hard fuck, he was so close to the edge he feared he'd go off as soon as he got inside of her.
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The only strength she had left in her body was used to follow Nick towards the supply closet. It was so clichéd, but anything would do right now, she was so hot she was burning up. If it wasn't for his intense woodsy smell and the heat radiating from him she'd keel over from the demanding sensations running rampant throughout her body.
They reached the closet, she looked around quickly and thankfully nobody was there to see her duck inside with Nick. As soon as the door was shut he was on her, he kissed her like a starving man, devouring her. She pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders and dug her nails into his hard back.
He grunted as the bite of her nails zapped through him, he leaned back from the kiss and growled at her. "You made me so damn hot and hard for you I almost came in my pants, you're a real firecracker and I can't take more of it."
He reached down and pulled up her dress and yanked down her panties. She bucked up against his bulk and whimpered. "You made me so hot too Nick, I need you now. We've teased each other enough. Enough teasing, just fuck me already," she panted desperately as she clawed at his belt before hurriedly unbuttoning his pants and yanking his pants down with his boxers.
