So Into You (7 page)

"Don't come yet, just wait a
few more seconds…" She leaned back, sighed, then shivered and gasped.
"God, your cock feels wonderful. I'd forgotten how fucking
good
this feels." Her bliss turned into shudders and she tensed, grinding her
clit against his groin.

"Phil, fuck me now? Please…God
I am so close, sooo close… Come on, fuck me. Hard. Fast and hard."

She was leaning over him now, her
breasts just above his face and her dress a rumpled band around her waist. Like
a piston, he began pumping in and out of her pussy, hard and fast, just as
she'd demanded. He grabbed her ass and started forcing her down to meet his
thrusts while the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoed in the dim
room.

Casey moaned. "Oh fuck, I'm
coming, I'm
coming
…"

With a guttural shout Phil slammed
into her again and picked her up. His legs were tight and flexed as he
shuddered, his body and face as rigid as his cock —his release spewing within
her. He pushed balls deep into her tight sex one more time and then finally
eased back down to the couch. His heart pounded furiously and his cock still
throbbed from where the wet and silky velvet fist of her orgasm had squeezed
it.

Casey lay on his chest, his cock
becoming limp inside her slick pussy.

She pulled her tangled hair back to
one side and nestled against his shirt, enjoying the appealing scent of man and
fabric softener. "Wow. So that's what you feel like. I'll confess I've
been curious about you. And it's been a long time since I…well…since…oh never
mind." She blew out a long breath.

"I hope you enjoyed it."
His heartbeat was slowing. "As much as I did. I couldn't help it, of
course. For me, this was a dream come true. You know I've always had a thing
for you."

"I guess I did. I could feel
something, that's for sure. Other people have made comments now and again. And
Joan used to tell me all the details of you two dating." Casey laid silent
on his chest, his cock becoming limp inside her slick pussy.

Phil's hand stroked her gently.
"Honestly, Joan and I never really dated. We went out a couple of times
and fooled around a little, but there was never anything serious between us. At
least not to me."

She thought about his words and
decided now wasn't the time to try and explain the intricacies of a woman's
thought processes when it came to dates, dating and fooling around.

Wisely, she changed the subject.
"Phil, if you don't mind…I'd like to keep this between us?" She
rubbed her fingers over his chest and slipped them between the edges of his
shirt to touch his skin. "You know how bad it looks when something like
this happens in the workplace. All those sexual harassment lectures and stuff.
And it may be a new century, but the woman still gets branded. Only now the
punishment is being on YouTube not in the town square. You know it and I know
it."

"Shit." He sighed loudly.
"I guess I'd better turn that web cam off, then. They pay good money for
those sites that show amateur porn. And I had a really fine tweet planned for
tomorrow."

"Amateur porn? How would you
know?" She moved, a twinge of sadness darting along her nerves as she felt
him slide out of her body. Her clothes were a mess and her pussy more than a
little sore. She hadn't lied…it had been a long time since anything other than
a battery-operated-boyfriend had been inside her. "Bathroom?"

Phil stretched and pointed.
"Second door on the right."

It took her a few minutes to
straighten herself back into something approaching her usual appearance. And it
wasn't just her clothes—it was her mind that was a bit messy as well. She was
glowing physically and unsettled mentally. An odd combination that wasn't as
comfortable as she would have liked.

So she made a decision. Walking back
out into the living room, she saw Phil sitting lazily on the couch, his fly
zipped and his arms behind his head. She smiled at the picture of contentment
he presented. "I should go."

"Seriously? Why?" He
straightened. "You don't have to go, Casey. If you're not ready to share a
bed, you can take mine and I'll crash here. Although I will admit I'd be
fighting the urge to come in and…well..." He grinned. "Stay? Stay
with me? I'll even cook breakfast. Or order it. Same thing."

She sighed and shook her head.
"I'd like to. It sounds so tempting." Then she held up her hand as he
opened his arms to her. "But the fact it sounds so wonderful is exactly
why I have to go."

He closed his eyes and then put his
hands to his head. "
Women
." He ground the word out from
between clenched teeth. "I will
never
understand 'em if I live to
be a hundred."

"And that's just how we like to
keep it." She laughed. "I have my reasons, Phil. And they have
nothing to do with you or the incredibly magnificent sex we just had."

"Magnificent?"

"Beyond belief. Eye-rolling.
Makes regular sex look like first base."

He smirked. "That's so
true."

She moved to him, leaned over and
kissed him, a soft brush of lips, obeying the warm wave of affection that swept
over her. "Thank you, Phil."

His hands moved, then stopped, which
she appreciated. Leaving him was difficult, but something inside her kept
telling her that for now, it was the right thing. If he'd touched her right
then, she might have made a mistake.

He took a breath. "I'll call
you a cab. It's on speed dial, along with pizza and the garage."

"Ever practical, huh?"

He spoke briefly into the phone then
nodded and ended the call. "Once I even got the tow truck to bring my
pizza with him. It was a coup." He smiled modestly.

"I would expect no less."

"A last kiss goodbye?" He
moved to her and this time placed his hands on her waist.

"If you find my underwear first."

He looked around, and then walked to
the couch. "Here." He triumphantly lifted the scrap of sheer lace
from beneath a cushion, then looked thoughtfully at her. "I'll let you go
if you let me keep these."

"Really? What for?"

He put them to his face and inhaled
deeply. "
Mmm
. So I can remember that scent. I love knowing these
were wrapped around your pussy."

She felt a hot tingle bloom between
her legs. It was an almost perverted request, but a first for her. And it was,
without doubt, one of the most erotic things anyone had ever asked.

"Okay."

It wasn't easy going back to work on
Monday, but the usual chaos and rush of incoming work kept Casey busy enough to
ignore the start of the week blues. Tuesday wasn't much better, and Wednesday
was, to put it bluntly, hell. Deleting emails, completing project paperwork,
grabbing coffee, more paperwork, a meeting with the sales staff, more coffee
and then, paperwork. If this hadn't been a "green" company with
intranet and much of the communication process happening via emails, they'd
have been banned from the local recycling association for excessive destruction
of the rainforest.

She was struggling on the horns of a
personal dilemma, which didn't help her coping skills at all. She'd had two
great dates with a guy who was clearly hung up on her, which was really rather
flattering. Not to mention he was hell on wheels in the sex department and had
rung her bells with finesse and enthusiasm. In fact she blushed just thinking
about that damn couch.

But on the heels of these lovely
reminiscences came a slight twinge of guilt. What about Dominic? Was she being
unfaithful to her memories? Should she just end it because right now everything
was good but will eventually crash to the ground?

And above all, what was that
god-awful smell coming from LuAnn's cubicle right next to hers?

She wrinkled her nose and tried to
ignore it. Asking would only result in knowing what the woman had had for
breakfast. That fell into the
Too Much Information
category, since it was
probably something like egg, sausage and jalapeno burritos. Her stomach lurched
at the thought.

As she tapped away at her keyboard
she heard the chime for an incoming email. Opening the window, she saw it was
from Phil and titled "Thinking of you". She couldn't help a giggle
when she read it, because it included a photo he had taken of a teddy bear with
her underwear over its head.

The intriguing little photo was
captioned.

It was either this or a photo of a
man with elephantitus of the nuts. Since we're at work I figured this was more
appropriate.

Good God. Was
elephantitus
even
a word? She blinked and barely stopped herself from Googling it.

Then she realized something. Phil
was sitting only a few offices away, but not hanging over her cubicle. He'd done
little more over the past few days than his usual good morning. He certainly
wasn't stalking her, or finding excuses to talk to her. He was, somewhat to her
surprise, being respectful of her wishes. It seemed that he understood her
fears about inter-office relationships, and that was a major point in his
favor.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the
sound of sharp clicking heels approaching her desk. Hurriedly she killed the
email and looked around to see Joan from the reception desk staring at her.
"Morning. Anything I can do for you?"

Joan tilted her head to one side,
motioning to the doorway.

Casey rolled her chair backward and
looked the way Joan had indicated. There was Phil peeking over his cubicle with
binoculars pointed at her and a shit-eating grin on his face. She couldn't help
but smile.

However, the tiny spark of heat that
leaped to life low in her belly was immediately suppressed. She had company.
"What a pervert." She shook her head casually and rolled back to her
desk.

Joan raised one eyebrow. "You
do know he really has a serious thing for you, Casey. " She paused,
sniffed, and then looked at LuAnn's cubicle. "What in the world is that
dreadful smell, LuAnn? Did you have those crappy burritos again for
breakfast?"

There was a mutter that Casey
couldn't catch.

Clearly Joan wasn't as interested in
LuAnn's dining habits as she was with Casey's love life, since she pretty much
ignored the mutter and turned back to the subject uppermost in her mind.
"If Phil wasn't so cute and obviously hung up on you, there are more than
a few girls here that wouldn't mind him poking them, if you know what I mean.
Shame he and I didn't work out, but we didn't and I knew I had to move on. I
hated dumping him, of course. I reckon it took him a while to get over me."
She idly studied her fingernails. "If he has. You never know with men like
him."

Casey played it cool as well.
"He's harmless. It's no secret I don't have time for that kind of thing.
He's good at picking up coffee now and again, but hey. You know how it is. I
have other commitments. If he likes doing me favors, who am I to argue?"

"You should be nicer to him.
Maybe you don't realize the advantages of having a good-looking guy at your
beck and call. Just because he's under your thumb doesn't mean you can squash
him like some bug."

Joan's tone roughened from playful
to something approaching anger. She glared at Casey with a look that was two
degrees away from vicious. Clearly there was more to her comments than just
be
nice to Phil
—she was seething with jealousy. As she stormed off, Casey
tried to make sense of it. Both parties had announced they were done and they
were fine with it. And yet Joan was still holding a torch, it seemed. She
wondered if Phil knew.

Then her email chimed again and she
forgot Joan as she saw it was another message from Phil. This time it was a
self-taken picture of Phil staring at her through the same binoculars.
Admit
it…you like the attention. How about meeting by the coffee maker?

She closed her email and stood,
grabbing her half-full coffee mug and heading toward the staff room. Phil was
already there making coffee. It was different between them now, she realized.
Her eyes drifted over his body and stopped at his groin. That hadn't happened
before. "Usually I have you go pick me up coffee at the corner cafe."

Phil turned and smiled. "I
bought a small bag of their ground stuff. Figured it was easier to make it
here." He paused. "You look nice today."

Casey couldn't help but smile.
"Why thank you. You don't look too shabby yourself."

He lowered his voice as she moved
closer to watch the brewing process. "I'm trying to keep things quiet, as
you asked. It's been a tough few days, trying not to get caught drooling at you
in those business skirts, or calling you for phone sex on my break." He
clicked buttons and nodded as the machine made happy perking noises. " But
you're right. I don't want to have people gossiping, or making comments, so I'm
just acting like I usually do."

"The binoculars were a nice
touch." She stirred in creamer and sugar to the mug he gave her. After a
sip, she scrunched her face. "Yuck, needs more sugar."

"I'll work on it. It's not
quite as simple as ordering it just the way you like it." Phil stirred his
own drink.