A Workplace Affair (7 page)

“No.”

Smiling, I wrap my arms around him and run one hand up into his hair and pull hard. He does the same to me, pulling my head back so that he has full access to my throat. Biting harder than before, he picks up speed again until he’s pumping into me brutally. We slowly start moving up the bed with each thrust until finally I clench around him as we come together. The ecstasy I’m experiencing right now is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Without loosening his grip on my body, he rests his forehead against mine, our noses touching; we stay like that for what seems like an eternity. Shifting, he lays me gently back onto the bed and looks at me.

“You are so beautiful.” There’s something in his eyes, but before I can read it, he pulls away from me and walks into the bathroom giving a delightful view of his perfect ass.

Chapter 17

Once I’m in the safety of the bathroom, I take a moment to catch my breath. Holy shit, that was amazing. Never in my life have I felt so connected to another person. Leaning on the counter, I take a peek at Victoria through the mirror. She is laying exactly where I left her, but she’s laid both hands over her breasts; her perfect breasts. Damn it, move your hands woman! She doesn’t listen to me, instead she crosses her legs. Giving up, I cross to the shower and turn on the spray, once steam starts to fog up the glass I return to the bedroom. Victoria is half asleep when I lift her and carry her to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” She tenses in my arms.

“Shower sex, ever heard of it?”

“Not really a fan.” She cocks her head to one side as if to emphasize her point.

“Then you’ve never done it right.” I open the shower door and set her inside on her feet. Joining her, I close the door behind me and start to work on the tense muscles in her shoulders. The water creates some friction, so I pour a generous amount of shower gel into my hands and get back to work. Her head starts to lean forward and her body relaxes, looks like shower sex will have to wait. I work quickly, gently washing her body, reminding mine that the sexual fun is over for now. When I’m done, I wash myself before turning off the deliciously hot spray of water.

Stepping out of the shower, I help her into a fluffy hotel robe, wrap a towel around my waist, and lead her to the bed.

“Was that supposed to change my mind about shower sex?” Her smile is lazy as she’s already half asleep.

“Shut up.” Laughing, I tuck her under the covers and slide in next to her. Pulling her close, I inhale her scent one more time before drifting off to sleep; sleeping in bed with a woman for the first time in ten years.

Chapter 18

I wake up on Wednesday before my alarm goes off and snuggle deeper into the cocoon Leland has created around me. I lay there for a while, enjoying the feel of his body against mine and go over the previous night. There is something that Leland said that I keep going back to, what did he mean when he said he saw me at karaoke? I mean, I guess it’s obvious, he saw me at karaoke, duh, but when? I don’t remember seeing him Friday; in fact, we just met Monday at the office. “Wake up.” I order him slightly in my head. “Wake up,” again in my head but with a slight nudge and slightly louder. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

“WAKE UP!” That time it was out loud and a little louder than intended, actually I kind of yelled it. Leland jerks awake.

“What? What’s wrong?” Immediately he’s looking around for something, maybe a fire or some other impending doom that would warrant me to yell at him at six in the morning.

“Sorry,” I smile, hoping to calm him down, “I just wanted to ask you something.” Clearing his throat he rolls onto his back pulling me with him so that I am lying on his chest.

“Can’t you just watch me sleep like every other crazy woman?” I turn my head and bite him on the nipple. “Keep that up and we’ll be talking after round two.” Oops, I kiss lightly where I bit him, causing him to groan. “Victoria, if you want to talk, you better get on with it and stop with the foreplay.” I contemplate for half a second before sitting up.

“What did you mean when you said you saw me at karaoke?” He stretches before answering causing the sheets to ride lower on his perfect body.

“That’s what you want to talk about? Ok, I saw you singing karaoke last Friday night. When I got to the hotel, I was bored. I asked some little girl at the front desk for a dive bar, and she directed me to a little karaoke bar with promises of great entertainment. I think she was hoping to see me there because she showed up around eleven; she was very hard to hide from. The only entertainment I found was you.” I’m still trying to not let my jealousy get the better of me when the last sentence hits me.

“I’m so glad you found my humiliation so entertaining.” I let my comment drip with sarcasm, if he missed it, he’s not as smart as he seems.

“Shut up. You know for someone so beautiful, you have a unique sense of humor.” He rolls me on top of him laughing.

“Don’t be jealous, not everyone can be as awesome as me.” At this point I’m straddling him, and quickly becoming aroused by his morning erection pressing against me.

“Baby, I’ll show you awesome.” Before he can say anything else, I move quickly and seamlessly slide down onto his erection. I enjoy the feeling of his fullness inside me before I start to move slowly up and down. He moves his hands to my hips, and seeing his intentions I grab the headboard and hold on tight. I’ll be damned if he’s going to take control this time. Understanding that I will not be moved from my position, he moves his hands and unties my robe, exposing my breasts to the cool air-conditioned room. He slides himself up into a sitting position against the headboard and latches on to my right breast, using his tongue to tease my nipple until it’s achingly hard. Not wanting to make the other breast feel left out, he moves to the other side and does the same there. Just as I’m beginning to get my rhythm going he says something that all but stops me.

“I want to taste you, Victoria. Please, let me taste you.” I’ve slowed down and loosened my grip on the headboard enough that he rocks to his right and, once again, has me underneath him. Pulling out of me slowly, he kisses his way down my belly to the most sensitive part of my body. He flicks his tongue across me softly, teasing me. Then he alternates, tongue, kiss, suck, blow, each movement pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He works this way for what seems like an eternity, building me up until it’s almost too much to handle. My body is aching for him; I want to feel his fullness inside me again. He doesn’t disappoint me. Moving quickly, he slams into me hard driving me over the edge and into the bliss of ecstasy. As I clench around him he pumps hard and fast. He brings himself to climax about two minutes after me, just as the waves of my own orgasm begin to fade away. He collapses on top of me and I feel the need for a cigarette, there’s just one problem; I don’t smoke.

“Sorry, but you didn’t give me a chance to use a condom.”

“I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, I’m clean.”

“Me too, I can show you if you want.”

“I don’t need to see a piece of paper.”

He pulls me to his chest again, and we cuddle together for about an hour before he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom for another shower. Turning on the water he leaves me alone as he returns to the bedroom. I can faintly hear him talking to someone, and then he’s at the doorway again in all his naked glory. Not wanting him to know I heard him, I don’t say anything, but the curiosity is killing me. On his way to the shower, he stops and gives me a sweet kiss and slaps my ass.

“Better hurry before the hot water is gone.” My confidence is gone and I am quite aware of how naked and exposed I am, but it doesn’t look like he’ll leave me any water, so I sigh and enter the shower. Last night I didn’t really pay attention, but now I can appreciate how big the shower is. The two shower heads are set to the rain setting, spraying fat streams of water onto the tile floor. Leland is busy washing under one shower head leaving the other one for me to use. I steal the shower gel from him and enjoy his scent as I scrub my body with it. After my body is taken care of, I move to grab the shampoo, but Leland stops me.

“Here, I’ll do that.” He turns me around and begins massaging shampoo into the length of my hair and scalp, it feels amazing. He helps me rinse the suds out of my hair, and while my eyes are closed, steals another kiss before abruptly reaching around me and turning off the water. Stepping out of the steam, I grab a towel and then it hits me, I have nothing to wear. As if sensing my discomfort, “Carter should be here in a few minutes with some clothes for you; I called him while the shower was heating up.” So that’s who he was talking to. “What are your plans today?”

“I need to finish up the research I started yesterday. What else do you need me to do?” He smiles at some unspoken thought.

“Take the day off.” Without waiting for a response he walks out of the room. When I walk into the bedroom Leland is nowhere to be seen. I slip the robe back on and make my way downstairs to find Carter and Leland talking quietly over breakfast; when they see me they change the topic.

“Good morning Carter, what outfit did you pick out for me today?” I decide to overlook the suspicious behavior, for now. His eyes sparkle as he gets up and hands me a garment bag. I take the bag back upstairs and head into the closet to hang it up. Opening it, I find the softest pair of mint colored jeans, and white quarter sleeve button up shirt, brown belt, brown sandals, purse, watch, sunglasses and earrings. He even included a sexy bra and panty set. Taking each item out, I get dressed enjoying the feel of the quality fabrics. Slipping the earrings on, I take a look in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Damn. The outfit makes me look very put together, something I’m never able to accomplish on my own, despite Sage’s best efforts to teach me. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I head back downstairs for breakfast. Carter is gone when I return, leaving Leland alone reading the newspaper at the bar. Sitting down, I am at a loss for what to talk about.

“I have to go into work for an early meeting, enjoy your breakfast.” He stands up and kisses me on the head and leaves. I’m finishing my breakfast when my phone rings; it’s Sage.

“Hey girly, what’s up?” I know something has been bothering Sage lately, but I’m trying not to pry until she’s ready to tell me what it is.

“Hey girl, do you think you could stop by the bakery sometime today?” She’s trying to cover up the worry in her voice.

“How about I head over and help you today, Leland gave me the day off.”

“Sounds great, I could definitely use the help.” She sounds a little happier. I’ve helped her out before when she’s had a large order and I could use the distraction to keep me from analyzing the situation with Leland. Plus, I miss Sage and I’m hoping she’s finally ready to tell me what is wrong.

Chapter 19

It’s eight o’clock when I get to the bakery, two hours before it opens. Sage has been here since five, and opens the door wearing a cupcake patterned apron covered in flour.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, the new worker I hired didn’t work out, and I have an order due at nine.” Pulling me quickly in the door she locks it behind me and leads the way to the kitchen. Sage can’t stand working in silence, says it gives her too much time to think, so she cranks up the radio and sets me to work scooping batter into cupcake liners. One hundred cupcake liners later, I slide them into her commercial oven and set a timer. Turning to Sage I break the ice and decide to tell her about Leland.

“I slept with Leland.” She finishes icing the row of cupcakes she was decorating and looks at me.

“How was it?” Her smile makes it to her eyes letting me know it was genuine. Sitting down, she settles in for the story.

“I can’t even begin to describe how amazing it was, my body is still vibrating.” Sage and I are very close, so I don’t spare a single detail, and tell her everything. When I’m done she nods, smiles, and says, “I was wondering where you got the new outfit, whore.” She winks and we giggle together like teenagers.

“Ok Sage, out with it.” The timer on the oven goes off, and we transfer the pans to a cooling rack. While we work, I can see her thinking, deciding if she should tell me.

“I’m in trouble, Vie.” The worry is all over her face.

“What kind of trouble?”

“Money trouble.” Sage has never been one to play it safe, but she’s always been smart about the things she takes risks on. “If I don’t come up with fifteen thousand dollars I’m going to have to close the bakery.” Three years ago when Sage decided to open the bakery, I encouraged her, even invested my entire savings, fifty thousand dollars, to get her started. I don’t have that kind of money now.

“Shit Sage, why didn’t you tell me?” Tears fill her eyes.

“I was scared, and I thought I could figure it out on my own.”

“How long do you have?” She shrugs her shoulders.

“I don’t know, a month maybe.” She starts lining cupcakes up to be iced.

“Give me a week, and I’ll see what I can do.” Together we finish the order, all three hundred cupcakes, just in time for pick-up. Knowing that Sage needed a pick-me-up, I called a few people. Within an hour, I had someone there to work the counter, and Sage, Carter, and I were off to go shopping. I knew that if anyone could help cheer Sage up, it would be Carter and all his humor and flamboyance. At twelve my phone goes off, it’s a text from Leland.

“Call me.”
I excuse myself while Sage and Carter are browsing, and give him a call.

“Victoria?” He answers after half a ring.

“Leland, did you need something?” Sage holds up a blue dress for me to see and I give her a thumbs up.

“There is a big party coming up for our ten year anniversary, and I need your help.” I pull out a pad and pen, and yes I keep a pad and pen in my purse, and get ready to write.

“What do you need?”

“I want you to order some cupcakes from that bakery you told me about. We’ll need at least two per guest, so at least a thousand assorted cupcakes.” I give myself a mental high five; that should help Sage out.