Page 113 of The Plus One
“Oh my God, the suspense is killing me,” Indira said, bouncing on her toes a bit.
Without further ado, Jude reached for the door handle, revealing their office.
And a giant, brand-new office chair sitting in the center.
Indira’s mouth dropped open.
It was bright orange, crushed velvet stretched over a wide, heavily padded seat with tassels dangling along the edge.
It was the desk chair of Indira’s dreams.
“That’s for me?” Indira asked, whipping her eyes to Jude.
“Well, we can’t risk the well-being of the clinic’s president’s ass now, can we?” Jude said, giving Indira a playful slap on the butt.
Indira let out ayipof excitement, launching herself into the chair. She spun around, legs kicking as she squealed in excitement. Jude beamed at her, his face blurring as she continued spinning.
After a few more seconds, he shut the door and walked over, catching the arms of the chair and stopping her rotations, swinging her to face him. He leaned in close, and Indira’s heart did a loop-de-loop in her chest.
“Do you like it, Madame President?” he asked, his voice a loving, rough whisper.
“It will suffice, Mr. President,” Indira sniffed, tilting her head up in a way she hoped looked haughty. The twitch of his smile told her it did. “So boring and conventional,” she added dryly, rubbing her fingers over the soft velvet of her vibrant orange chair.
Jude nodded. “Had to get something that matched your personality.”
Indira’s lip curled in mock outrage, making Jude laugh.
In one smooth motion, he grabbed her hand, pulled her from the seat, sat down himself, and plunked Indira on his lap.
“Thank you,” Indira said, kissing the words into his neck. “I love it.”
“Of course,” Jude said, hitching her closer, rocking them back and forth a bit with his foot.
“This thing is like a small couch,” Indira said, shifting on his lap. Then getting a brilliant idea.
“It is a bit big,” Jude said with a tiny frown, looking down at the wide base.
Indira put her fingers under his chin, tilting his face to meet hers. She let every thought play across her face as she moved to straddle his thighs.
“Extremely practical, if you ask me,” she whispered, pressing her mouth against his. She kissed him deeply, licking at the seam of his lips, tongue tangling with his after the briefest hesitation on his part.
“What are you doing?” Jude asked slyly, his clever hands already snaking under her shirt.
“Let’s call it a surprise of your own,” Indira said, fingers diving to the button of Jude’s pants, smiling with primal delight to feel him already hard.
“We can’t,” Jude hissed as she freed him from his pants, giving him a long, firm stroke that had his head rolling back. “We’re at work.”
“Lunch lasts for another twenty minutes,” Indira said, brushing her thumb over the tip of his penis. Jude groaned, and he started tugging at the hem of her top.
“What if someone comes back early and catches us?” he asked, tossing her shirt behind his back and pulling the straps of her bra off her shoulders.
“We’ll be quiet,” Indira whispered, grinding herself against his lap and undoing the buttons of his shirt. “You don’t have to worry about getting in trouble,” she added, giving him another, dirty kiss. “I’m on good terms with the boss.”
Jude let out a rough laugh, then they both focused on their task, awkwardly fumbling to get pants down and bodies closer.
They both sighed in relief as he entered her, Indira biting down on her lip as she started rocking against him.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Jude said into her ear, pulling her closer.
