Page 44 of Want You

“Do you want my mouth on you? Want to fuck deep into my throat until tears are streaming down my face?”

“God yes.”

There was a knock at the door and in a panic Octavia threw her phone to the floor. The very last coworker she wanted to see poked his head around her door and she cringed at the smile he sent her way. Ronald sauntered in, grinning like he knew exactly what she’d been up to.

“Sorry to intrude, do you ugh”—he glanced down at the floor where her phone was sitting—“wanna pick that up?” She looked down and shook her head. It wasn’t close enough that she could stay in her chair and she knew where Ronald’s eyes would go the second she stood up.

“What can I do for you Ronald?”

His eyes travelled over her slowly, making her skin crawl in the most unpleasant way. “I just wanted to let you know that Carol wants you to hand the Mexico file over to me to look through.”

“Why? I’m not even done yet. There are sixty contracts between the English and Spanish versions.”

He smirked back. “And I am fluent in Spanish, she wants my eyes on them. Not sure why I wasn’t given them in the first place.” Because you’re a lazy sack of shit, she thought.

“Can I bring them by in a bit?”

“I’d rather just take them now, I don’t know how long you’ll be on the phone with your boyfriend.” His eyes slid to her phone again.

She could try and say she wasn’t talking to Nathan during work hours, but there was no point. There were no hard and fast rules that forbid them from taking personal calls during the day.

Octavia opened her desk drawer and pulled the stack of files out, not bothering to set them down on her desk gently. The sound echoed through the office and she watched at least one person in a cubicle jump.

“Have at ’em, Ron.”

He glared back. No one in the office was more uppity about their name than Ronald. But in this moment, the man had robbed her of a potential orgasm while explicitly telling her very hot boyfriend what she’d do to him in a dressing room. Today and everyday henceforth he’d fucking lost the privilege of having those last three letters.

She watched as he slid the files off her desk and walked out without another word, not bothering to close her door.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, finally standing to get her phone, seeing she hadn’t hung up and the call was still connected. She raised it to her ear. “Nathan?”

“Was that the asshole?”

“Yep.”

“Want me to come down there and beat him up?”

She smiled at the offer, knowing he probably would if she said yes. “I’m not sure you want that kind of publicity, but the fact you’re willing to is pretty hot.”

“Yeah? Got a bit of a violent streak, babe?”

“When it comes to the idea of Ronald being punched, I do.” She melted a little at his responding laugh. “I’m sorry we got interrupted.” She sighed, looking up at the clock on her desk. “And now I don’t have time to finish what we started.”

“We’ve got time,” he replied.

“No, I really⁠—”

“Just in general,” he added quickly. “We’ve got time for all the phone sex and bed sex and whatever other kind of sex we want. I don’t have a timer on this thing, Autumn girl. Do you?”

“No.” She could feel the blush creep over the apples of her cheeks. “No timer.”

“I can picture that blush spreading, gorgeous.” He chuckled warmly, a sound that hit her directly in the chest. “Hey, before you get back to work, would you go out with me tonight?”

“Oh? Does this mean you won’t be naked, waiting for me like I asked?”

“We can do that after the date,” he flirted.

“I didn’t say we, I said you.”