Page 38 of Unwrapped

An hour later, I park my car in the building. Even though Nick won’t be there, I decided to surprise my mom with lunch. I won’t see him, but at least I’ll be in his space for a while.

As expected, Mom is thrilled when I show up with takeout. She’s all nervous excitement about Christmas, and I listen with half an ear as she prattles on about Andrew.

Something in the atmosphere changes while my mom continues to talk, but I know he’s nearby. The door to the break room opens, and he walks in. His eyes find mine immediately, and his steps falter. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I check him out. Even underneath his long, wool coat, he looks sexy.

“Well, Mom,” I say. She finally stops talking long enough to look at me. “I have to get going. I have some last-minute shopping to do before work.” I stand up and dispose of my trash. My eyes lock with Nick as I walk past him to the trash can. I can feel the heat rolling off his body even from across the room.

“Okay, baby girl. I have lots of calls to make this afternoon. Thanks for bringing me lunch.”

“Mona,” Nick says. “Can you come to my office around three to talk on the Harbor View project? I’m making that bid in about a month and I want to talk numbers with you.”

“Sure,” my mom replies, her voice tight. “I don’t know if you remember my daughter, Miranda. She brought me lunch,” she says, puffing her chest out a little bit.

Nick’s only response is to nod his head at me, but I notice he doesn’t take his eyes off my boobs.

“You want me to see you out, baby girl?” my mom asks.

“Don’t worry about me, Mom. I’m gonna use the bathroom and then go. I’ll see you at home.” I kiss her cheek, but I remain at the sink, washing my hands as slowly as possible. Mom practically skips out of the break room.

“My office. Now. Last door down the hall.” Those are the only words he says before he walks out of the room. I grab my coat and purse, and less than a minute later, I enter his office. He crosses the room, locks the door, and pins me against the wall.

“Mm-hmm,” I say against his mouth. I open mine wider, deepen the kiss and push my hands through his hair. He shudders in my arms as I stroke his scalp.

“I’ve missed you so damn much,” he says. “I want to taste your pussy.”

“You’re crazy, Nicky. If you do that, this entire building will hear my screams.” I push him away and drop to my knees. “You’re much quieter than I am.” I fumble with his belt, pull his pants down to his ankles and practically swallow him whole.

“When I saw you in the kitchen wearing that tight, red sweater, I wanted to lay you on the table and feast on you.” I cup his balls and take him all the way to the back of throat. He’s trying really hard to be quiet. Every time he pulls on my hair, I suck on him harder.

He throws his head back, moaning softly as he helps guide my head. I lose myself in his taste and smell.

While he’s buried deep inside my throat, someone turns the doorknob, but when they are met with the lock, whoever it is knocks on the door.

“Mr. Bain,” I tense at the sound of my mother’s voice, “I was wondering if you had a few minutes now instead of this afternoon. I was hoping to leave a little early today.”

With his dick still in my mouth, I look up at Nick, panic in my eyes. He runs a shaky hand through his hair while he stares down at me. He remains quiet for so long, she knocks on the door again.

“Uh, give me a few minutes. I’ll come find you, Mona.” Nick’s voice is strained as he looks down at me.

She mutters okay, and I relax when I hear her footsteps fade away.

As soon as the coast clears, I return to my task. It doesn’t take long for him to explode all the way down my throat. After swallowing all of it and wiping him clean, his dick slips out of my mouth with a loud pop.

“Get your pants off and get on my desk.” He pulls me to my feet and when he reaches for the hem of my leggings, I step away.

“No, Nicky. That was for you. We both know I won’t be able to be quiet, and that was a close call. You can return the favor when we’re alone.”

He kisses me hard on the mouth while he holds my face with both hands.

“I love you,” he says against my mouth.

“Love you more.”

“Stay here for two minutes. I’m going to your mom’s office. That should give you time to walk out of here. Go through the back door, okay. Text me when you get to the car.”

He gives me one more kiss before pulling his pants up and fixing himself.

Two minutes later, I slip out of the office with no one the wiser. As soon as I step in the car, I text him to let him know I made it out.

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