He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
It had been a week since he had talked to her, smelled her, tasted her, and the thought of seeing her was driving him crazy. He didn't know if he would be able to act normal in front of his team, when all he wanted to do was grab her, kiss her, push her up against a wall and make her moan.
But when he saw her, there were other people around. And she breezily sailed by, blowing him a kiss as she passed. His team laughed. He laughed too, but inwardly he was thinking about where they could go to be alone.
It seemed as though she was thinking the same thing, because a minute later, his phone pinged. "Back hall in 5?" He tried to think of something witty, or funny, or suggestive to respond, but he was having a hard time thinking straight. He sent back "Yes" and started counting down the seconds.
She was standing with her back towards him when he found her in the hall. He walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and began kissing the back of her neck.
"Mmmm..." she sighed, "you feel so good, baby."
"Love, this is nothing" he replied. "You're gonna feel
all
of me in a minute."
She turned around so she could face him. "Baby, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I don't think we should be physical here - I can't run the risk of having anyone find out."
No no no no, she was not saying this...
"I'm not saying last week was a mistake. I mean, I guess I am. But it was amazing. And I keep thinking about how incredible it felt to have you inside me."
He was thinking about it, too. It's all he could think about, especially with her standing there, in his arms, her breasts pressed into his chest.
"But I can't run the risk of getting caught. You haven't told anyone, have you?"
He shook his head, saying "No I haven't. Listen, love, I know. I can't have anyone find out, either."
She snorted. "Yeah, because what exactly would happen to you?"
He thought about it for a second and admitted, "Okay, you're right, I would probably just get a bunch of high-fives" he said laughing.
She slapped his arm lightly. "I'm serious. This is serious. No one can know."
He pulled her back into his chest and kissed her lightly.
Then he stepped back, so they were a respectable distance apart.
"I know, love. I understand. I haven't told anyone. I won't tell anyone. But please don't tell me it was one-time-only." Please, please, he thought, don't let last week have been the only time he would kiss her, touch her, be inside her.
"Baby, I want you just as much as you want me. Trust me, I've been trying to think of how we can be together again. Last week was impulsive and we got really lucky by not getting caught - it would be crazy to try again here at work. But, you know we have the shareholders' dinner in two weeks. I always get a room at the hotel, because the dinner goes so late into the night... we would have total privacy, behind locked doors, for hours and hours..."
It did sound promising - more so than the seven minutes they had shared last week...
They walked together toward the front, passing team members on their way.
"If you think you can confirm the details, then I think it will take care of the issue," he said. It seemed like a regular work conversation to anyone who heard them. "I don't see a reason why this can't be seen as a win-win for both parties," she agreed. "Well,
dear
... let's just make sure this has a positive outcome, okay? Hey, John, wait up - I need your advice on our new set-up." With that, he jogged over the team members who were waiting nearby, and away from her.
Two weeks was admittedly longer than he had hoped for, but it would be fan-fucking-tastic to have her all to himself, for an entire night with no interruptions, and a king-sized bed. Yeah, he could wait, with that bait on the end of the line. It had been months of flirting, teasing, and foreplay leading up to their first coupling. Two weeks until the next time was something he could handle.
The following week, he was busy in the back office when she appeared in the doorway.
"Did you get everything lined up for next week?" he asked, trying to not sound as anxious as he felt.
"I can take care of my end of
any
deal..." she said, drawing out her words and smiling, much to the delight of his team. "You just make sure to take care of your end of things, honey..." And she winked. His team laughed. He thought,
My "end of things" is going to involve you naked, laying under me, screaming my name...
She started to walk away, when he caught up to her. He didn't care that his team was standing just a few feet away. He whispered in her ear, "I can't wait to taste you."
She laughed. "Oh, I think you already have" she said, raising her eyebrows a couple of times. She linked arms with him and walked down the hall, still within sight of their team but out of earshot.
"Um, I'm pretty sure I would have remembered that" he said back.
"How much scotch do you usually drink, when you go home?" she said, laughing.
He was taken aback - this was a total non-sequitur. "What's that phrase, two fingers?" she asked, still laughing.
"Yeah" he said "that sounds about right..."
"Baby," she said, "do you remember our bet?"
He thought back... last month she had bet him something trivial, and lost, and had to pay up with a bottle of his favorite scotch. When she gave it to him, the seal had been broken. "I just wanted a little taste" she'd said. "I didn't believe you, that it would actually taste like smoke. And I didn't think you would mind."
"Did you like it? Isn't is great?" he had asked.
"Uh, yeah... if like the taste of burnt rubber" she'd said, grimacing.
"Come on... it's like, The Best!"
"Whoever is in charge of that scaling should be shot." She said, laughing. "And I don't agree with their slogan - that it tastes like kissing a mermaid who ate barbeque."
"Really?" he asked. "And you've kissed a mermaid?"
"Yes" she'd said with a wink. "Baby, the list of things I've done is a hundred times longer than the list of things I haven't done."
He had laughed. "I don't doubt it."
She continued. "Well, I had a little taste, and then I thought about you, and how it would be if I licked it straight off your tongue... and I got a little carried away thinking about it. And you. So, I started playing with myself a little bit... and then I thought, well, maybe
you
would want to taste
me
. So, I took my fingers and dipped them in the bottle, after they had been inside me." His mouth dropped open a little. He could not believe what he was hearing. "What I'm saying is, every time you pour 'two fingers' worth, you're getting about 'two fingers' worth of me." And she started to laugh. And laugh. He shook his head - for fuck's sake, he had served his brother some of that scotch!
"Love," he said, finally laughing himself, "you are
