Page 93 of Almost Paradise

I wave at a few of my co-workers in their cubicles. The floor is quiet until I hear the door open and heavy footsteps on the carpet. We’re in a secluded section of the hospital. No one comes here unless they need to, and it’s the end of the day. There are no meetings scheduled. I look up and nearly drop my mug when I see my husband walking through our department. He sees me standing by the water cooler, and even from here, I can see the lust in his eyes.

My co-workers stand and watch. My eyes get wider with each step he takes. When I thought of this plan this morning, I could have never predicted he’d find me here at work. Everyone knows who he is and that I’m married to him. I stand immobilized, holding onto my mug like an idiot.

He gives me a smug look when he sees me. Randi, my manager, comes out of her office. She’s a large, round woman with hair so red, it looks unnatural.

“Mr. Paradise,” she says, giving Drake her hand. Drake takes it, but his eyes are only for me. “We’re so happy to have you. The conference room is yours.” She grins from him to me.

“Drake is fine,” he says to her. “Thank you, Randi. Come with me, Nia.” My eyes widen at his audacity to come tomyjob and give me orders, but he takes my elbow and steers me to the small conference room on the other side of the office. I can feel everyone’s eyes on us until we turn the corner, and he drags me into the conference room and closes the door.

He turns and faces me. The congenial look that was on his face is now gone. He takes slow steps toward me, and I back away until I hit the conference room table and have nowhere else to go.

He stands in front of me, close but not touching. Our eyes lock, and I bite my bottom lip. My panties moisten. He takes the mug from me and puts it on the floor. Without a word, he places his hands on my hips, lifts me, and puts me on the table. He stands between my legs and pulls me until my body collides with his.

“You thought you could play with me?” he whispers above my lips.

“Maybe I just wanted to get you here,” I say back. I look into his face and run my hand through his hair. “Maybe I just know how to work you.”

“Oh, you’re going to work me, baby girl.” He takes my hand and puts it on his hard dick. “Feel that?” I nod at him. “It’s been like that since the first picture. In a room full of executives talking about last quarter’s numbers and that wasn’t boring enough to keep this down.”

“Mmhmm. That’s a pretty big problem.”

“What are you going to do about it?” He starts to nibble the side of my neck while he slowly takes off my panties and slides them into his pocket.

“Nothing.” I try to push him away. “We are not about to do anything at my job. If you’re a good boy, I’ll take care of this tonight.” I squeeze his dick, which only makes it harder.

“You think I came all the way over here to be turned away with a hard dick? Oh, baby girl. Remember what happened the last time I showed you just who the fuck I am?”

I point my index finger in his face and say, “I don’t think we’re at a place where we can joke about that yet. If you know what’s good for—”

He cuts off my protest with a kiss, and with his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth, I don’t care that the last time he said those words were a few days before I was blackmailed into marriage. That got us here, and I don’t regret marrying him.

I start to moan in his mouth while he undoes his belt and pulls his pants down.

“Drake,” I moan, “you did not just pull out your dick in this conference room.”

“I did,” he says. “That’s what happens when you think you can play with me.”

“We can’t do this here. You know I can’t be quiet. Are you—"

He spreads my legs apart and slides inside of me. He cuts off my loud moan with his hand over my mouth. “Shh,” he warns. “I don’t care who hears, but you do.” He pushes himself all the way in. I bite his palm and run my tongue along it.

I open my legs wider, and he drops his hand from my mouth. He fucks me on top of the table, driving me so wild with pleasure that my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He abruptly pulls out of me. My eyes fly open, and just as I’m about to protest, he lifts me off the table, spins me around, and bends me over. He slides right back in where he belongs, but this time, he caresses my ass while he fucks me. He wraps his hand around my hair and pulls my head back.

We both come at the same time, and he covers my mouth again to keep my moans quiet. I feel him shaking behind me, pumping every last drop of his release inside of me. He pulls out, and my legs are so wobbly that I drop myself on one of the chairs while I try to catch my breath.

He puts himself back together, lifts me to my feet, and kisses me gently. This kiss is different than the possessive one he gave me just a few minutes ago. This one is slow and tender just like the ones we shared years ago.

“Oh, wow,” is all I can say once he ends the kiss. “Do you know how hard it was not to hit a Mariah Carey level high note?” I fan my face with my hand. “How the hell am I supposed to show my face out there.” I put both hands to my cheeks. “Everyone will know. Look.” I point to my legs that won’t stop trembling.

“We’re married. They know we fuck. Go to your office and get your stuff. We’re picking up our son and we’re going home, but because you’re such a temptress, I’ll have to work at home for a couple of hours tonight.”

“As long as I get my cuddles,” I tell him. “And how the hell do you just come in here, commandeer a room, and then decide you’re going to take me home?”

“Because I’m Drake Paradise, and I do whatever the hell I want. And what I want is my wife home with me and our son.”

I grab his collar and pull him closer. “Oh, God. The power,” I say right before I kiss him.

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