Page 33 of Mailroom Delight
This intense desire. The type of desire that could melt me. It called to me to give into the temptation of passion’s call.
I wanted this. I wanted him and didn’t want anything to stop me.
Not sense or reason, not logic or reality.
I ran my hands up the solid wall of muscle beneath his suit jacket and got lost in the firm muscles I felt there.
Wow, he actually did feel like a wall.
It wasn’t long before I was completely absorbed in the kiss and I wanted more.
So much more.
The more he offered last night.
He lifted me up and placed me on a nearby table. The boxes stacked up behind me pressed into my back, but that was all I was aware of. His kisses consumed me and as he moved away from my lips and down my neck my whole body blazed hot with the fire.
I managed to smooth my hands over his shoulders again and through the thickness of his hair as he went across my chest and down to my breasts. His hands moved up my other side and I moaned loudly when he squeezed my left breast.
God, I couldn’t believe what we were doing, and here at work in the mailroom.
Fuck.
“You like that?” He paused from kissing me and looked at my face.
My skin turned completely red and, in that moment, reality resurfaced and screamed, “we can’t do this.”
However, before I could get my body to move the simple touch he gave paralyzed me.
Instead of jumping off the table and running like hell – like I should have, because clearly I’d gone mad – I watched him pull down my camisole top so that it floated down to my waist, revealing the soft blue hue of my bra.
“Lace. Nice. Let’s see what else you like.” He focused his gaze on my breasts as he spoke and with one quick snap undid my bra causing the heft of my breasts to spill out. “Fuck.” He sighed.
It didn’t even register I was a few clothes away from being completely naked in front of a man I only met a few days ago,andhe was my boss.
He lowered straight to my right breast and drew my nipple into his mouth.
Pure pleasure surged through me. That was the best way I could describe it.
Pure. Undiluted. Unadulterated. Raw.
I couldn’t restrain the moans that escaped my lips. No, there was no point even trying to do it.
I actually didn’t want to. The moans were like a release of what I’d built up with in me. What I’d repressed and sealed off.
I thought I’d die when he moved to the other breast and started sucking too. I rested my arms behind me so that I could arch my back into each suck.
Then I heard something.
My name was being called from far, far away.
“Paige, where are you?” The voice said.
Jason stopped and looked up, toward the door.
“Shit.” He cursed.
“Paige, are you in here? You have to try these Belgian buns.” Bernice called out.
