“I will, I will,” she teases me again.
“Let me inside you!” I command and wrap my arm around her waist, switching positions in one smooth movement. Before she knows it, she is lying on her back on the sofa and I am over her, wrapping her legs around my hips. I take her mouth in mine and kiss her deeply before pulling back and waiting just a moment. I want her to open her eyes. I want to watch her.
Her eyelids flutter delicately for a moment before she opens her eyes to look at me, and her tongue rolls over her top lip. I see her nod, just a little bit, encouraging me as I tease her pussy lips with the head of my cock. Lining myself up, I drive against her entrance with strong, slow pressure. She inhales and bites her lower lip, smiling against the thick sensation as I feel her up.
But we don’t look away. This moment goes on and on, and her gaze seems to get deeper and deeper. I feel like I’m falling into a well.
We rock together, eyes locked, pushing past every boundary we set up for each other. With every moment, we are closer and closer to being one person until we find that precipice and fall off of it together, exploding into dust as our bodies shudder and clasp each other.
Chapter 18
Clarissa
It is getting harder and harder to keep our relationship secret from everyone in the office, but I know we still have to do it. Everything seems to be getting real, and I am almost sure we are obvious. I can’t keep my eyes off him. I feel like even the tone of my voice screams, “Yes, we definitely are having sex!” to everyone who will listen.
As we cross the lobby, I can feel Rosemary staring daggers at me. She must know. She has to! She probably gossips with Frank and Fred and Hillary the moment my back is turned.
Even though Maxwell is right behind me, I duck into my office and close the door immediately. He understands my hesitation, even though he thinks I am being overly cautious. Several people in our office have dated, some have even gotten married. Lou doesn’t have a really strong opinion about it. Like I said, it’s an old-fashioned company. I don’t even think we have a sexual harassment policy. Dating probably wouldn’t be a problem.
But I just feel safer with the door closed, here in my office. I head for my desk and call Landry. After all that drama with Ronnie, I just want to hear her voice.
“Landry? Are you there?” I say loudly through the crackling noise. “I think we have a bad connection!”
“No, we’re at the pool! Sunny knows how to do synchronized swimming!”
If I concentrate, I can definitely make out sounds that seem like they would be coming from a swimming pool. And music. It sounds like Prince.
“Landry? Do you want me to call you back?”
I hear rustling sounds and after a few seconds, silence.
“Okay, I can hear you now. I’m in the sauna.”
“The sauna? Is that good for you?”
I rack my brain, remembering that sushi and saunas were bad for pregnant people. But she makes a disgusted noise and I resolve not to give her any maternity advice. It definitely is not my strong suit.
“So anyway…” I continue.
“You wanted to talk?” she asks in clipped tones.
I can tell she is not thrilled with me, so I decide not to tell her anything about Ronnie. Or anything about maternity advice. Or anything about Maxwell. What is there to talk about?
“Anyway, I just called because, uh... I thought maybe you wanted to come home?”
The line is silent.
“Landry?”
Still silent.
“Shit, did I drop the call?”
“No, Clarissa, I’m here,” she sniffs. “It’s just that I think I’m going to stay here.”
“Stay where?” I ask, confused. “Stay there? With Sunny? You didn’t even want to go.”
“No, you barely asked me what I wanted,” she corrects me pointedly. “You just bossed me around, as usual.”