Page 26 of It's Going to Be a Chrome Christmas
As she passed him, she raised herself up slightly to kiss him. “Ten hours. Are you going to make it?”
He shook his head. “That desk has been looking more and more appealing every day.”
His Trix let out a low laugh. “You promised not to fuck me on it for my first time. You never said anything about the second time.”
His head fell back against the wall, hard. Ten hours. No, he wasnotgoing to make it. He watched her add a little extra wiggle to her hips as she hiked up her coveralls, and then gave him a wicked smile that confirmed she knew exactly what she was doing.
She patted his cheek on the way out the door. “Nine hours and fifty-nine minutes.”
He grabbed her ass as she made to type in the code to the stair doorway. Lowering his mouth down to her ear, he vowed, “You keep this up and the only wine and dining option will be a pizza delivery and that bottle of grape juice in the back of your office fridge.”
She opened the door and indicated for him to go through with her head. “I like meat lovers.”
Damn, he’d walked into that one.
Chapter
Six
Trixie ordered their pizza for a five-forty minute delivery. While she didn’t think anyone would be specifically hanging around on a Friday afternoon, she didn’t want to make it seem like she was rushing anyone. Though he continued to use the phrase ‘wine and dine’, he was aware that she didn’t drink alcohol and he couldn’t while on parole. Therefore, the bottle of grape juice in the back of her office fridge would be the closest thing they’d get to wine. She ordered a bottle of Coke with the pizza just in case.
When she’d taken a bathroom break around three, she slipped into the black teddy and thong she’d purchased earlier that week. The fact that she’d been wearing them under her coveralls for the past two hours and no one, not even Cayden, knew was a huge turn-on. Around five-fifteen, Cayden went up to her office like they’d agreed so she could verify all the employees had left and would lock up. She was lucky and caught the pizza delivery car pulling into the back-parking lot early. She practically threw the man a twenty-dollar tip and then locked the door behind her without waiting for his thank you.
Flipping off all the light switches on her way back upstairs, Trixie nearly dropped the pizza and Coke bottle in her rush.She was nervous. Watching porn to get herself off and actually having sex were two completely different things. But she was also excited. Shewantedto make this good for Cayden too.
She opened her office door to find him pacing the width of the room. As soon as she spotted him, the pizza box and Coke were dropped to the floor, completely forgotten. She leaped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
“Bed,” he managed to gasp out.
She nodded against his lips. They journeyed down the hall to the office she’d converted into an apartment. He hadn’t been inside yet, but he knew which door was hers. She was the only one with access to this room, though she’d secretly set Cayden up on it too. He fumbled to get her hand unlocked from around his neck so he could press in the code and place her thumb to the pad. Fuck it, she’d tell him he had access later on.
Her apartment wasn’t typical. The room opened to her queen bed and dresser with a small TV on the far wall. She didn’t have a kitchen because she didn’t cook. Instead, she had a small dorm fridge in one corner with a microwave on top. A set of filing cabinets acted as her pantry. Her bathroom was a converted storage closet. Because she’d insisted on a bathtub, her sink was outside the bathroom door with the toilet practically sitting against the edge of the tub. It was small, but it was hers.
Trixie let out a shout of surprise as she was thrown backwards onto the mattress. Cayden gave a quick look around then nodded in approval, “Practical.” Then he took his own flying leap to land on top of her. Trixie let out a laugh at his antics.
“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered into his ear.
Intrigued, he lifted up over her. She squeezed her hands between them to start unsnapping her coveralls. As soon as theblack lace came into view, he took over. In a quick pull, he broke open the snaps down to her navel.
“Ah, fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous.” He helped her get her arms out of the sleeves and then crawled down the bed to rip the pants off her legs. He let out an appreciative whistle. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her heart swelled. “Not so bad yourself.”
He touched his crooked nose subconsciously. “I’m nothing like you.” He placed a hand on her bare ankle. “You, pretty Trixie, are a wonder and a joy, and I am the luckiest son of a selfish bitch alive to be here with you tonight.”
“Just tonight?” she asked, opening her thighs invitingly.
He shook his head, crawling up her. “Tonight, tomorrow, next week, next year, it’ll never be long enough.”
“Bold words,” she purred, “but you haven’t found your surprise yet.”
He stopped, his mouth hovering over her belly. He gripped the lace covering her torso. “This isn’t my surprise?”
She shook her head with a coy smile. “That is just a fashion choice.”
“Best damn fashion choice I’ve ever seen,” he drawled, his eyes lingering on her pebbled nipples covered by the thin black lace. “So, where’s my surprise?”
“Get naked and I’ll tell you.”
