I had to admit, I did like the sound of that idea. And as long as we went somewhere we could be sure not to run into anyone from work, I didn’t really see an issue with it. I shrugged. “Fine—I will haveonedrink, but if I get bored, I’m warning you now, I’m out of here.”
“Fair enough. Now go. They will be logging on any minute now.”
I took the bottle from him and left, closing the door softly behind me as I heard him greet the men from Japan. In the breakroom I found some cookies and chips, and I helped myself to both while drinking whiskey from a coffee mug that said, “World’s Worst Employee.” I wondered who had bought this mug, or if it was given as a gift.
It probably belonged to Calvin, if I had to guess, since he wore this moniker like it was a badge of honor. Drink in one hand and a couple cookies in the other, I decided to walk around the offices and snoop a little. The space looked so strange with all the overhead lights off. I felt like a kid at school after all the teachers and staff had left. I snuck into my old high school a couple times with friends my senior year. After my mom died, and before I took off abroad, I would drown a lot of my emotions in alcohol and rebellion, so breaking into the gym and drinking was one of my favorite things to do on a Friday night.
It was a point of pride, too, that I never got caught. I was good at keeping secrets when I had to, which was how I knew that Jonah and I would be able to keep this whole thing under wraps. He wasn’t going to jeopardize his company, and he would never forgive himself if he thought he hurt my dad’s feelings in any way, so I knew he’d work just as hard to keep our secret as I would.
In the name of keeping the secret, I did my due diligence, checking all the cubicles and offices to make sure there wasn’t anyone else burning the midnight oil, and only once I wascertainwe were alone, did I return to the break room and pour myself another drink.
Then I got on my phone and did something I wasn’t sure I’d ever done for a man before.
I waited around.
* * *
Jonah tried to do the thing where he pretended to be disappointed and then reveal that everything went well, only it was obvious from the look on his face when he came to get me that the meeting went exactly how he wanted it to. He couldn’t trick me. I got up and clapped my hands in celebration before he could even get the words out, then ran over and hugged him.
“This is awesome,” I said. “I knew you could do it.”
“With your help,” he said. “And I’m going to need a lot more of it going forward. In fact, I want you there with me when I go to Japan the first week in December to finalize all of this. Do you think you’re up for that?”
I smiled and instead of answering his question with words, I kissed him. He kissed me back and we stood there making out until both of us were so out of breath from wanting, that we had to move things to his office. He didn’t bother drawing the shades, and he pushed me up against the glass wall and I was a little turned on by the danger of it all. We were so exposed. Anyone who came up to the 6th floor could see us, and the more we got undressed the more exciting it was.
With my top off, but my skirt still on, Jonah stepped back and took a second to look at me. He took a deep breath and the hungry look in his eye made me so excited I nearly jumped on him. But instead of lunging for the man, I held back, waiting for him to come to me.
It was a power play of sorts, and one that I knew I would win. He wanted me that badly, and even though I wanted him just as much,if not more, the anticipation was more than half the fun for me. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Jonah took a step forward again and took my bra off with one quick little flick of his wrists.
He kissed my neck, ran his tongue along the length of my collarbone, and then cupped one hand on my ass and one hand on my breast and I gasped with desire.
The foreplay was cut a little shorter this time, but it didn’t matter. By the time my panties slid down my legs, I was dripping wet and wanting him inside me more than anything. He picked me up and carried me over to the desk, where I took the lead, bending over. He grabbed me by the hips and gently entered me and I felt a shiver of pleasure run up my spine. He went slowly at first, taking his time and not running me into the desk like a wild animal. I appreciated his tenderness, but I enjoyed a little roughness, so after a short while, I started to thrust my hips back against him as he moved forward. We danced together, and I moaned, sighed, being as loud as I could, excited by the idea that someone in the building might hear us. Just a second ago, I had been so paranoid about getting caught, and now some twisted part of me loved how risky it all was.
The motions went faster and faster, and our breath got quicker and quicker, and Jonah’s fingers dug into the skin of my hips as he thrust one final time, letting out a satisfied sigh. He finished, and though I had been close to having an orgasm myself, I didn’t quite make it to climax.
He pulled out and grabbed a box of tissues from his desk, then cleaned us both up. I turned around and reached for my skirt, but he stopped me. “Oh, we’re not done,” he said. “I can’t believe you’d think I’d be so selfish.”
“What do you mean—” But he didn’t let me get the question out. He kissed me and slid his hand between my legs, fingering me and rubbing me until I was clawing at his back, crying out with pleasure. I had slept with a lot of men in the past—a handful of which had been generous lovers, capable of giving me an orgasm. But never, in my life, had I been with someone who thought about my pleasureafterhis climax had already been achieved and done with. The thought that Jonah cared this much about my enjoyment turned me on in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I held him close to me as he penetrated me with his fingers. I didn’t want to let go of him; didn’t want to let go of this moment. In an attempt to keep the fire inside me burning, I tried to ride the orgasm out for as long as I could. But Jonah was too good at what he was doing, too skilled at pleasing the female body, that I lost all control and cried out with passion. I climaxed and then let my weight fall into his strong arms. He caught me, and for a second, we stood there, both of us out of breath.
“God that was good,” was all I could say. He nodded in agreement, and we both slowly went about putting our clothes back on.
“I’m going to go wash up in the bathroom,” he said once he was dressed. “And maybe grab that bottle of whiskey you left in the break room.”
“So, we’re not going out?”
He shrugged. “I thought we could stick around here for a while, but it’s up to you.”
I smiled. “Yeah, alright,” I said. “I could sit around for a little longer. I need to come down off that amazing orgasm.”
“You and me both.”
He left and I took a seat on his office floor, leaning my back against the far wall. I scanned the room and then saw his computer had shifted to its screensaver, which was a series of photographs, each one fading into the next. First, I saw a picture of him and my dad the day my dad signed the company over to him. They were shaking hands and smiling into the camera. Then there was a photo of Victoria at what appeared to be her middle school graduation. Then that faded into a picture of him and his wife on their wedding day, looking like the two happiest people in the whole world.
My stomach felt like it was getting tangled around with my other organs as I stared into the beautiful, gleeful faces of Jonah and Erin.
His one and only soulmate.
“I’m back.”