Page 65 of Hard To Stay

“If you don’t fuck me right now, there won’t be a later.”

His lips tipped up in a smile. I was done waiting.

He settled himself between my legs and in one swift movement he was inside, right where he belonged. I grabbed onto his shoulders as he thrust into me. I felt his rippling muscles strain under the confines of his dress shirt.

“I want to take this slow, but you feel so good.” His voice came out in a pant as he shifted his weight and shoved himself deeper. There was nothing slow or gentle about his pace. His strokes were coming faster, leaving me no time to adjust. How the hell no one could hear us outside those four walls was beyond me, but I was grateful for it.

“Hold on.” He grunted, with one final push. I bit down on his shoulder to smother out my cries while my orgasm shattered through me. He let out one last grunt before he dropped his face into my neck. I took a minute to allow my body to ride out the aftershocks. I was officially spent. That was one hell of a way to spend my lunch hour.

With a satisfied smile, my hands reached up to touch his face. I loved the way his skin felt under my fingertips. “I know it’s only going to be a couple days, but I’m going to miss you like crazy.” I confessed, hating the thought of being away from him.

Brad rested his forehead against mine and I felt my throat dry up with emotion. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m going to miss the shit out of you, too.”

A loud knock startled us and I panicked when I saw the doorknob turn. “Morgan, what the hell? Why is the door locked? You petting your pickle in there?” Lucas said, laughing from the other side of the door.

My eyes shot to Brad’s as dread flooded through me. He jumped off the desk before I even had a chance to blink. “Shit!” He uttered, noticing the “freshly fucked” look I was sporting. He quickly pulled up his pants and picked my bra up off the floor and handed it to me.

“Give me a second.” He hollered, shooting me a look of sympathy. He cupped my face in his hands trying to ease my nerves. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Believe me, he had nothing to be sorry for.

I unsuccessfully attempted to smooth my still wrinkled dress and ran my hand through my hair. I really wished I had just thrown it back in a ponytail.

Lucas was now banging repeatedly on the office door, drawing more unwanted attention our way. That only pissed Brad off even more.

“Give me a fucking second, would you?” He looked me over from head to toe and then frowned.

“What?” I asked, blinking down at my dress before I suddenly realized what the problem was. Great! There was no way Lucas wouldn’t know what went on in here. This was going to be nothing short of humiliating.

“Hold on a second. I have an idea.” He said, as he grabbed his beige sport coat hanging on the back of his office door.

I looked at him with confusion.

He cleared his throat as I followed his finger pointing at the front of my dress. Not only was there a wet spot around each nipple, there was also physical evidence of our little afternoon tryst. I suddenly felt like Monica Lewinsky.

My mouth fell open as he helped me into his jacket, which looked nothing short of ridiculous paired with my dress. Not obvious at all, I tried to tell myself.

“Sit in the chair, keep the jacket on and put your purse in your lap.” He instructed me. I was in such a haze that I didn’t even to try to respond. I just did what I was told.

Brad swore under his breath and ran his hand through his already messed up hair. He swung the door up as Lucas urgently charged past him entering the room.

“What the fuck, Morgan. What the hell were you doing in here, trimming your cock hair?”

Brad lifted his chin in my direction causing Lucas to swing his gaze over to me. “Shit, Lexi. I’m sorry I didn’t see you there.” I watched the grin stretch across his face. I wanted to die right there on the spot.

He bit down on the inside of his cheek then turned to Brad. “Am I interrupting something?” He asked a little too cheekily.

Brad lifted a scolding eyebrow. “You want to show her some respect, asshole.”

“Sorry, Lexi.” Lucas walked over and took the seat next to me. As soon as he sat down he stood back up and looked at Brad. “You didn’t just have sex in the chair, did you?” He quipped, pointing to the chair like it was contaminated.

If looks could kill, Lucas would’ve been dead. Me, on the other hand wanted to shrink into the fabric of the chair and disappear. Brad walked over and smacked him upside the head.

“I’m not going to tell you again. Show some class.”

Lucas rubbed the spot where Brad had just hit him. “My apologies. I meant no disrespect.” He said, fighting back his grin.

Brad crossed the room then leaned up against his desk standing in-between us. He folded his arms and crossed his feet at the ankles. His protective instincts kicked in when he noticed my discomfort.

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