Page 15 of Stick to the Plan
I turn to the hallway mirror and let out a little groan; there is grease across my right cheek. I scrub at the spot with the heel of my palm, but it won’t budge. Great, he’s never going to take me seriously at work now.
“Must have been when I cleaned the oven.”
Colin’s reflection lifts his eyebrows as he looks around, taking stock of my progress. “My, you have been busy this morning.”
“I typically clean on Sundays. Figured I’d take care of some chores I’ve been putting off. Like the high spots.” A nervous laugh escapes. First grease on my face, now verbal diarrhea.
Nice going, Brianna. Deep breaths.
“Done now, though. I ordered a pizza,” I say as I check my smart watch. “It should be here soon if you’re hungry. If you don’t mind tipping the guy when he gets here, I’ll just jump in the shower. Cash is by the door.”
Seriously…SHUT UP, Brianna. I turn back to Colin and find his slight grin back in place as he agrees.
The doorbell rings as I scrub until I am pink and no longer smell of disinfectant. Rifling through drawers, I find a much more conservative outfit: denim capris and a navy blue v-neck tee. My hair is still damp, so up it goes into a neat bun. After a last look in the mirror, I slap on some tinted moisturizer. It has SPF 25, and this is Florida - that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. It has absolutely nothing to do with my fantasies lastnight or nervous rambling today. I grab a pair of leather flip-flops from the closet and go in search of my pizza.
One step into the living room, I see Colin sitting out on one of the patio loungers, tossing a stick for my dog. The pizza box is on the table between the two seats, so I grab my sunglasses and go out to join them. See - the tinted moisturizer is necessary.
As I approach the loungers, I notice Colin has grabbed a mixing bowl from the kitchen and filled it with ice and a few of my favorite hard ciders. I am touched that he noticed my preference for them. He also has paper plates, napkins, and even a little speaker playing music.
Colin gives me a sheepish smile as I inspect his setup. “I figured since you’ve been stuck inside, a nice cold drink and pizza outside on this beautiful day was just what you needed.”
A warmth spreads in my chest. That is incredibly thoughtful. Even the disposable plates, so I won’t have more dishes to do. It is getting really hard to remember why I’m keeping a professional wall between us. I give him a genuine smile. “Thank you. How was the beach?”
I sit down and grab a slice. Colin opens a bottle and hands it to me before picking up a slice of his own and starts sharing stories of the beach. I can’t help laughing as he describes how two children dumped a bucket of water on their sleeping father. The dad had jumped up and chased the boys, then picked them both up and dumped them in the ocean. Thanks to Colin’s gift for gab, I relax in his company as he shares one comical tale after another. It seems like no time at all before the sun sets and we both return indoors to our separate rooms.
As I get ready for bed, I realize something shifted today. I always thought that forced proximity trope was bullshit in novels, but it is really difficult staying aloof when you spend so much time under the same roof with someone. A little less professionalism wouldn’t hurt.
Right?
Chapter ten
Office Tongue Lashing
Colin
The office door slams open in my haste. Ushering Brianna in, I quickly shut and latch it securely. We grin at each other, both drunk on the thrill of success. Stone tried to corner Brianna at the Monday staff meeting and I completely shut him down. On top of that, we got an email this morning that initial tests show the generator operating at 110% expected output.
We stand close, still by the door. I look down at Brianna’s flushed face, my chest swells as I breathe deeply. Her cobalt eyes sparkle as she looks up at me through her dark lashes. She reaches up to adjust my tie and the tip of her tongue peeks out as she wets her lips. Lust swirls in my belly, and my cock swells.
“Brianna…”
She tilts her head back as she arches into me. Her lush breasts press against my chest. Her lips glisten as they part on an inhale. The tug she gives my tie breaks the fragile tether on my self-control.
Letting free a frustrated groan, I spear my fingers in her hair and rip her elastic out. Luscious waves of chestnut curls fall in a curtain around me.
Gripping her hips, I press my growing hard-on against her as I walk her backwards to the desk until she stumbles, perching on the very edge.
I plunder her lips in all the ways I’ve imagined since the first time I saw her. Rather than shying away from me, Brianna arches further, pressing fully into me and matching my passion.
My hands skim along her rounded hips. Fingers tease the outside of her thighs until I reach the hem of her tight skirt. It’s one of my favorites - the material perfectly molds to her ass with a slit at the back that mocks me with every step she takes away.
Carefully, I work the skirt up her thighs as I kiss my way down her throat to the swell of her breasts. Once I’ve bunched the skirt to her upper thighs, I drop to my knees before her.
Leaning back slightly, she watches me with hooded eyes. Starting at her knee, I kiss my way up her creamy inner thigh. As I push her skirt further up her leg, I follow its path with open mouth kisses. Her skirt finally bunches around her waist, I take in her thong covered pussy in front of me. I tease her clit with my knuckle through the thin lace and urge her legs further apart.
Throwing her head back, Brianna moans sensually. I gently work my finger under the string of her underwear, pulling it aside to bare her glistening pussy. Leaning in, I give one lick up her slit. With another moan, Brianna spears her fingers in my hair, urging me back to her wet center. I enthusiastically bury my face between her thighs, teasing her clit with my nose as I work my tongue through her folds.
Using my fingers to spread her wider, I thrust my tongue into her pussy. Brianna cries out, clutching my hair and grinding against my face. I slurp as a rush of juices hit my tongue.
