Page 80 of Confessions of the Funny Fat Friend

Henrietta let out a quiet cry, covering her mouth with her hand. “That’s great,” Henrietta said. “I’m so happy.”

I put my arm around her, holding her close, and she rested her free hand on my chest.

I smiled. “That is great news. But we all knew Cordelia was too stubborn to stick around here long.”

Cordelia smirked. “Damn straight.”

“Grandma!” Henrietta said at the same time the doctor said, “Right on.”

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Henrietta

Confession: So maybe I’m not as professional as I thought...

When I got backto my office, everything felt right. Except for the plant I forgot to bring back with me. The room did feel a little bare without it. And the fact that Janessa had clearly messed with some papers while she was here. It took about an hour to get things back to the way I liked them.

I was glad I remembered those papers when I did. From now on, my searches would be purely digital and on my phone. For the rest of the day, I gave tours, managed the clean out of one apartment and had to serve an eviction notice to someone I’m pretty sure had already abandoned their unit.

But most of all, I looked forward to after work. Tyler and I hadn’t made plans specifically, but as he mentioned, he was my ride, in more ways than one.Wink.

During the last ten minutes of work, I shut myself in the bathroom and refreshed my makeup, then added a little perfume to my wrists and neck. And when I walked back out, I saw Tyler standing by the door, his hand on the knob.

We both froze, but Tyler’s eyes moved first, traveling over my body, something heated in his stare.

Then he slid the lock shut and said, “Close the blinds, and get on your desk.”

Goosebumps erupted over my skin.

“Now,” he growled.

I fought the giddy smile taking over my face and went to the windows, pulling down each of the cordless blinds. This was something out of a fantasy, and here I was, experiencing it in real life.

A million worries popped up—what if someone came by, or worse, what if Janessa did a surprise drop in? But knowing we could get caught and being too overcome with desire to care made this even hotter.

With the blinds down, I did as he asked, walking around the counter to sit on my desk. His hooded eyes followed my every step. And when I sat on the desk, my skirt riding up, he said, “Good girl.”

Did I have a praise kink? Maybe. Because hearing those words just made me want to do whatever he asked of me that much more.

With a sizzling look in his eyes, he lowered himself to his knees, separating my legs with his shoulders. Just like the night before, he pulled my panties aside and began feasting. The scrape of his five o’clock shadow on my delicate skin was just as sexy as what he was doing with his tongue.

I raked my fingers through his hair as he continued his assault, each second better than the one before.

“Tyler,” I moaned as silently as I could, but it was hard to hold back. I gripped the edge of the desk and held on for dear life as he pushed me higher, harder, with just his mouth. And then he added his fingers to the mix, and I came undone, clenching hard and screaming with my mouth closed.

But there wasn’t time to recover after my orgasm because he slid me off the desk, roughly turned me and bent me over, and then rammed into me from behind, the pain of his sudden entrance deliciously hot against my sensitive vagina.

He held on to my skirt, using it to pull my hips back to meet his, the slap of his front against my thighs filling the office.

“I love that fucking sound,” he growled. “Tell me what you like.”

I was nervous to speak out loud, to tell him what I liked when I’d never done that before, but I leaned into the moment, focused on the sensations in my body. How he made me feel. “The slap of your sack against me,” I gasped.

“Fuck. And the way your ass jiggles with each thrust? So fucking sexy.”

“Mhmm.” My moan is almost a whine. All of him felt so good.

He reached up and grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Tell me more, baby.”

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