Page 7 of Office Match

My lip quirks up at my analogy as I press the button to take me to the top floor, ready to start my working day, but a thick hand shoots out to stop the elevator doors from closing. When warm-chocolate eyes meet mine along with a smug grin, I sag back against the mirrored wall.

“Morning, Emily.” He grins from ear-to-ear, making me want to kick him in the balls for how chirpy he sounds. Clearly, the guy got laid, and I can only sympathize for the woman he used to drain his balls last night. I hope she at least got an orgasm from him but probably not. I grimace.

He stares at me as the car ascends, and I clear my throat and plaster on a smile. Not giving him the attention he commands, I stare toward the doors. “Morning.”

The mirror gives me a clear view of his reflection, and his eyebrows furrow as he scans over me. The heat of his stare sends a wave of exhilaration through me, and I cringe at the thought.

“You seem different.” His stare never leaves my face as he drags a finger over his lips.

I narrow my eyes and spin to face him. “You seem perky for”—I glance at my watch—“seven forty. You normally need two coffees before you can utter a single morning to anyone.”

His eyes light up and he bites his lip, a lip I want to tug on and bite until it bleeds.

My cheeks heat and I glance away.

Jeez, after last night, I thought I would have had my fill, but I’m craving more.

He leans forward and declares, “I had an amazing night last night.” His eyebrows dance up and down while he practically bounces on the balls of his feet, clearly eager to spill more.

A smile spreads across my face because I can’t imagine he had a night as good as mine. A night that left me so bruised and satiated, I may well need to beg for more.

It’s a shame I blocked Blade. I prefer to try a new experience each time, and as much as I was intrigued by all the punishments and pleasure he was promising me at our next meet, I prefer to keep things fresh and uncommitted.

“You know. If ever you need any recommendations...”

I glare at him with wide eyes. He winces and clamps his mouth shut before turning back to face the door.

I hold my breath, waiting for the doors to open, desperate to get the hell away from Calvin and my body’s odd reaction toward him. When the elevator finally pings and the doors shoot open, I push past him and march toward my desk, regretting the fact I wore lace panties as they rub against my tender ass with each step I take.

Ugh, just another reminder I was fucked into oblivion only a few hours ago.

8

Calvin

Staring down at my phone, I grind my jaw. Surely, it’s an error, a system fucking glitch. Something.

I refuse to believe she blocked me.Me.

After last night and into this morning.

No.

Not buying it.

When I called the system operator, I was informed I’d been blocked.

Why the fuck would she block me? She soaked my cock so much I could have drowned in her cum.

She came so hard she blacked out.

She moaned until her throat sounded damaged.

It was the best night ever.

So why the fuck has she blocked me?

Me.

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