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“Maybe he’s announcing that senior manager position today. That’s what the rumor mill is buzzing about.”
“I guess we’ll find out at one-fifteen. I’ll be back in a few.” I head to our main storage located on the lower level of the building. I and the other account managers are the only ones who have access to this room. I exit the elevators and pull out my key card to gain entrance. I fumble around for the light switch, and when I do find it, only one fluorescent bulb comes to life, barely casting enough of a glow for me to see.
“Great,”I mumble. Good thing I know where the cart and the items I’m looking for are located. I grab the shipping cart and walk towards the back of the seventeen by seventeen space where the boxed items are kept. I use the step stool to reach the sealed packs of brochures and folders and carry them back down to the waiting transporter.
“Hey, Monie,” Lucas says.
His surprise appearance scares the shit out of me, and all the items in my hands fall from my grasp. “Fuck. Can’t you make your presence known when you enter a room?” I yell.
“I’m sorry, the view was a sight to see for a Monday morning.”
Okay, he wins with that corny line. “Still, you could’ve given me a heart attack.” I reach out and hit him on his chest.
“So, what’s the deal with the sailor’s scarf?” he asks.
“It would appear someone left a hickey on my neck the size of a globe grape.”
“Well, in his defense, I think he was getting some sweet pussy and was sucking on your neck to see if all of you was just as sweet.” He nuzzles under my neck and feels under my skirt till he reaches my panties. Running his finger along the seat of them, he lets out a slow hiss when he feels the moisture already seeping through. “Is this for me?” he asks, nibbling on my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
He presses me against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist and hiking my skirt up, exposing my cheeks since I’m wearing my undies of choice. “Why didn’t you reply to my messages?” he asks, his fingers invading my sticky opening. He captures my lips with his, and his tongue forces its way in.
“I was resting since you wore my ass out,” I reply.
He unbuckles his pants, lets them fall around his ankles, and pulls out the mini-monster, stroking it and slapping it up against my ass. I can feel his excitement seeping out as he moves his dick around.
“You still should’ve texted me.” He slams into me deep and hard.
My still sore lips take the brunt of his thrust, and I yelp slightly.
“Ah, fuck.”
He covers my mouth with his hand and continues to drive. We bump into the wall, and with each thrust I fear someone will hear us or something will fall from the top shelf. I dig my nails into his shoulders, gripping tightly when my orgasm comes out of left field.
“Fuck. Lucas, I’m coming.”
He moves his hand from my mouth and presses my neck gently and shudder against his body. His grip tightens when he reaches his own peak. The veins in his neck pop, and he grits through the final thrusts. He leans his head on my chest while our breathing calms down.
“Have dinner with me?” he requests.
“Okay. Where do you want to go?”
“My place. I’ll text you the address and time. I think our parents are going on a date tonight.”
“Are you cooking, or do I need to bring something?”
He lets me back down, and I remove my undies, rendering them useless. Taking off his t-shirt, he uses it as a rag to clean himself up.
“I’ll take care of everything. Be sure to bring a change of clothes. We can ride to work together tomorrow.”
“I will bring myself and an overnight bag. What about your dad?”
“He’s going to my uncle’s later to help with some business things. So, we will have the place all to ourselves.” He lands another kiss on my lips.
An unorthodox solution presents itself as I look around and spot some paper towels. Thankfully, I have personal wipes and a backup pair of panties in my office. “I look forward to it.” I gather the rest of my items and straighten myself out before heading back upstairs.
Only the leads and their assistants could participate in the surprise meeting. We are all gathered around the table, and wouldn’t you know, Lucas is sitting dead in front of me. As Armstrong goes on about how Kyle Bloomfield, a senior account manager, will be leaving at the end of the month, Lucas and I are exchanging texts.
