The Science of Loving (41 page)

“No, no problem.”

I smiled and plopped her butt on the desk, pushing up her narrow skirt. Nudging between her knees apart, I bracketed her sweet face in my hands, and brushed soft kisses and nibbles over her lips. Then gently encircled her neck with my hands as I kissed her deeply, slipping my tongue past her lips. I laid her back, sliding her skirt to her waist as I trailed kisses down her throat. Stepping back, I brought her knees together to strip off her lacy thong and was briefly distracted by the matching grey garters holding up her stockings—
nice
.

I knocked her knees apart with pretend roughness, and her lips parted as her eyes followed my other hand down to my fly. She looked so fucking sexy lying there with her glowing cheeks, her conservative skirt bunched around her waist and her heels in the air. I grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass to the edge of the desk.

Crouching over her with my cock in my fist, I looked her in the eye as I swirled the tip through her slickness. “Can a bathroom fuck you on a desk in the middle of the day?” I whispered, shoving into her slowly, steadily. Not stopping until I was buried balls deep.
God, I loved her so fucking much.

I took her hair in my fist and her mouth in a bruising kiss. Then the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin and heavy breathing was only interrupted by my occasional grunts and her gasps as I slammed into her, delivering sharp abrupt thrusts.

She was quiet, too quiet. Lifting my head, I looked down at her. I ineffectually pinch her nipple through her thick sweater. Fuck, tomorrow I was going to buy her some nice silk shirts thin enough to see her tits jiggle with every slap of my balls.

She gasped, surprised when I pulled out. “Baby, you gotta to tell me when I’m not doing it for you. We’ve talked about this.”

“It’s just… You work here. What if Mel or Tom figure out what we’re doing? Or you get a phone call?”

I grinned. “I’m pretty sure Mel’s aware. She’s probably holding my calls.”

I snagged the desk chair with a foot and dragged it under me, watching her turn the prettiest red as I made a show of getting it adjusted to just the right height. “Relax your legs sweetheart; just let them rest on my shoulders.” Then I playfully lapped and poked at her, savoring her clean, spicy scent until she was a hot gorgeous mess.

“Oh God.”

I lifted up my head and grinned at her. “Yes, I am, but you can still call me Mat.”

Then I got serious. Going down on her, sucking and licking. When I felt her tiny pre-orgasmic shivers, I kicked the chair back and shoved inside her as her fingers grabbed the edge of the desk in a white knuckled grip. I held her in place, pounding into her, my balls slapping her ass, her body clenching with each thrust. When I thumbed her clit, her muscles clamped down and she came hard around me, writhing.

I powered through her orgasm, working her clit relentlessly. “Oh God Mat… Please. It’s too much. I can’t…”

“You can.” I gritted my teeth as my balls drew up. “And if you ever want off this desk, you will… Again.” She moaned, surrendering a second time and I came hard, pulsing into her quaking body.

I rested my forehead on hers, both of us panting. I started shaking as jocularity got the better of me. “Sweetheart, when you can show me a bathroom that can do that, I’ll settle for third place.”

“Fine, just so long as you respect my ride.”

“Baby, even I know nothing can replace a woman’s first love.” I dragged her off the desk, falling back, praying the chair wouldn't ricochet out from under us. “The most I can hope for is a
ménage
a trois
in the back seat.”

We engaged in a cute tug-of-war over her panties while straightened our clothes. Laughing, I held them out of reach, playfully grabbing her ass as she tried climbing me like a tree to drag my arm down. She finally gave up with a huff, her cheeks a lovely pink.

“Hey, don’t be mad.” I coiled my arms around her. “Just thinking of you bare underneath that skirt, knowing how easily I could slip my fingers inside you, maybe raise that hem and take you fast and hard against the window, or bent over… well hell, all kinds of things… gets me hot.”
Mmmmm… And by the way your breath just caught, it gets you hot too.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The Road to Hell and Best Laid Plans

I spent rest of the day red faced and horny. I couldn't sit at the desk, much less work at it, without remembering the pounding I took on it as I held on for dear life. I shifted uncomfortably, recrossing my legs, pressing my thighs together. Of course, the fact that Mat refused to return my panties didn’t help. He look up every time the chair creaked, and whenever he caught me looking back—which was often—he’d snake the tip of his tongue over his lips.

I guess I’d better let my minion know she'd get nothing from me today:

“Faithful minion, the road to hell is not paved with good intentions, but best laid plans… I’ll try not to get waylaid… again… and have the answers you seek waiting for you Monday morning… Rambo”

I closed my laptop. “All done sweetheart?”

“No.” I scowled, blushing. “I didn’t get a darn thing done. Thanks to you.”

“What did I do?” He grinned, dangling my panties from his fingers.

“You know it’s hard to buy that innocent look when you’re smirking.” I glared at him. “And the laughing doesn’t help either.”

“You just make me so happy. C’mere.” He smothered me, ignoring my indignant squirming, his biceps squeezing my head like a vice as his arms flex around me. Yelping, he released me with a pout, rubbing his chest where I nipped him.

“Please… Your wounded act is even worse than your innocent one.”
A determined look entered his eyes—
uh oh—
I backed away. “So did you get anything done?”

“Not really.” He stalked forward. “You see, there was this hot number at work giving me the eye all day.” My ass bumped the edge of the desk. “Even though she was dressed all prim and proper, all I could think about was how sexily her garters framed her pussy when I was fucking her on my desk.” He spun me so fast I didn’t have time to think, pushing me down until I was pressed flat. His chest weighed heavily on my back as he rested his hands on either side of my head and growled in my ear, “And now I’m wondering if they frame her ass just as nicely.”

Oh, God. I pushed back against him, and he returned the favor, grinding against my butt slithering a hand up the back of my leg to push up my skirt.

“Hey Boss, I’m hea… Oh fuck!” The office door slammed shut. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh fuck?” Mat leaned back and started laughing. “Well, I guess ‘Oh fuck’ is better than oops.”

“It’s not funny,” I hissed. This was so embarrassing. God what she must think.

“Of course it is. I wish I could’ve seen the look on her face. I’ll bet it was priceless.”

“Jesus Mat, you work here.”

“Yeah, and?”

“What are you going to say to her on Monday?”

“Probably nothing, unless she brings it up. It’s good to be the boss.”

“But…But…”

“Baby, don’t worry about it. Mel’s not only an employee; she’s a friend. She’ll razz me about it and I’ll buy her silence with chocolate. It’s not as though she’s never been caught looking foolish.”

“You’ve walked in on her having sex?”

“Well no, not that foolish. But I did catch her taking a selfie quite a ways south of her face once. She was reminding her husband it was their anniversary and she, quote: ‘Expected him ready and raring to go when she got home.’” Mat tugged a lock of my hair. “Will you send me a sexy selfie on our anniversary?”

“Uh, not likely.”

“I’ll send you one.”

“Oh, you’re too kind.”

“Well, I aim to please. So I’m guessing more desk sex is out right now?”

“You’re guessing rightly, the magic has left the building.”

“Well then wench, I’ll see if I can’t coax it back at home. Hey, wanna hit a happy hour for beer and snacks on the way? It’s Friday night.” Mat twirled my panties, yanking them out of reach when I made a grab for them.

“Oh grow up.” I huffed.

“I’m not the one that needs to grow, short stuff.” Mat grinned, relieving me of my computer as he held the door for me.

We’d ended up at Kelly’s Pub in Old Town, a local bar that catered to an older crowd interested in pool, darts and some of the best artery clogging food around. Now I was leaning sleepily against him, my belly full of fish and chips and Guinness as the elevator shakily carried us out of the dark.

He chuckled a soothing rumble under my cheek. “Home Sweet Home, babe.”

I tightened my arms when he tried nudging me towards the bedroom. “No… Sleeping right here.”

“But baby doll, I’ve been waiting all day to get you out of these work clothes.”

His hands dropped to my waist. I felt a tug then my skirt slumped down, pooling around my feet. His trousers abraded my skin as his hands warmed my ass, reminding me all I had on down there, was the garter belt holding up my stockings. Then I remembered how his hot breath felt on the back of my neck as he pinned me to his desk, its hard edge digging into my hips—
maybe I’m not so tired after all.

I slid my hands behind his neck, pulling him down, noticing how different his coarse, prickly chin was to the velvety hardness of his head. His shoulders bunched as I hooked my legs around his waist, then released them when he sank onto the sofa.

Kneeling over him, I raised my arms. He stripped off my sweaters, tossing them over his shoulder. “Oh sweetness, I do love your underwear.” He grinned, snapping a garter strap against my thigh.

“Hey, watch it buster. They’re called delicates for a reason.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll replace what I damage.”

“Really. Do you have any idea how much this stuff costs?”

“It can’t be that much. It’s not like there’s a lot of material.”

“The garter belt alone was over two hundred dollars.”

“You’re joking.”
Holy fuck, who spent that kind of money on underwear?

“No joke. La Perla doesn’t come cheap. All told, I’m currently wearing about eight hundred dollars’ worth of underwear, so go easy on the lace, buddy. And I want all my pilfered panties back.” She was straddling my lap on her knees with her hands on her hips.

“Baby, I know you’re trying to look all tough and shit, but it’s kinda hard to take you seriously when you’re not wearing any panties.”
Oh shit, she’s turning red. Must… not… laugh…

“I think we need to come to understanding if this arrangement is going to work out. If you mess with my ride, my underwear, or disturb me when I’m crunching data, you do so at your own peril.” My eyes dropped to the lavender grey lace covering her breasts—
what would you call that color? It might be a good exterior color for the winery
—I could barely make out her shadowy nipples—
God, her tits are perfect.
“Mat… Mat… Up here.”

“Huh? Sorry baby were you saying something?”
Oops, I've done it now. She’s getting seriously pissed. God, it’s just too easy.
“Sorry, I’m just messing with you babe. Ride… underwear… data… got it.” I brushed the back of my hand over her breast. “It just occurred to me, this would be a great exterior color for the winery project.” It was fascinating to watch her nipples tighten behind the cloth.

She opened her mouth then closed it. Started again then faltered, looking completely befuddled and oh so cute. “You’re the most exasperating man sometimes.”

“I know baby and you’re a saint for taking me on.” I hugged her, waiting for her to soften. “Allow me make it up to you.”

I twisted to the side, laying her on her back so I could gaze down at her. Her nipples peaked through the lace cups and there was all that smooth skin. I nibbled along her collarbones, and she stroked my head, making me sigh with pleasure. I loved feeling her hands on my scalp. I inched my way down to the lace belting her waist, biting the slice of skin below it. More lace encircled her hips where satin straps were attached with little satin roses. When I reached her slick stockings, I rubbed my face against like a cat as I admired her dark curly triangle—
worth every damn penny.