The Girl with the Sugar Lips - Chapter 10
I love my work, I really do. I've never been someone who's been reluctant to get to the office in the morning, but this morning there's an extra degree of enthusiasm to my actions as I get myself ready. I'm back at the office. Back to my ride in the elevator with Bella. Back to being able to see her after work, back to getting to feel her body, to kiss her lips, to watch her face as she reaches her climax. Yep, I've missed her; I admit it. I'll also admit it's not just the sex I've missed. I've missed her, and I'm going to miss her when the project's over. I know it's going to be hard to move on, but we can't do this forever. She deserves more, more than I can give. My mind keeps trying to find ways I can keep her. But I know it's not fair. But those worries are for another day.
I give her a quick look as she steps into the elevator. She's looking fucking hot today, in a just-safe-for-work skirt, heels, and floaty blouse that shows just enough of a hint of her collarbones. Collarbones I'm dying to kiss along. She takes up residence at the far end of the elevator, but I spot her stealing glances my way. Our eyes meet, and we flash each other matching smiles.
The elevator approaches her floor, and I steel myself to watch her leave me, but only for a few short hours, then she'll be in my arms again. But she doesn't leave. Where's she going? I look around at who else is in the elevator. Bob Banner, who works in marketing, and I don't know the name of the other—he must still be relatively new. It would appear, he knows Bella, though, as he turns to her as we start to ride upward again.
"You wouldn't happen to be going to floor 24?"
"Yep," she answers, and I wonder why she's going there. Isn't that Mike Newton's floor? My hackles rise. "I have to drop off some files for Mike." She taps on a folder she has under her arm. I hope she really is riding up to see him for work. "Victoria said he needed them urgently today. I'd been working on them late on Friday but thought I'd better drop them off in person this morning rather than relying on the internal mail service." Hey! We have a great internal mail service.
The elevator stops again, and the doors open, allowing Bob to step through. He holds the doors open, appearing to wait for the boy who is still talking to Bella. "I don't suppose you could give him this?" He digs around in his bag. Bob looks at his watch, impatiently.
"I'll make sure he gets it," says Bella as he hands over a bulging file, and she tucks it under her arm. I continue to stare at my phone, pretending to be oblivious to their encounter.
As the door closes, I drop the pretense. We're now alone. I slip my phone in my pocket and turn to look at her. I need some answers.
But she keeps facing forward, acting all cool and aloof. But I know her well enough to recognize the way her chest is rising and falling a little more than normal, her lips slightly parted as she nervously licks them before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. She's anxious, unsure. What's she up to.
The elevator keeps climbing, past Mike Newton's floor, all the way to mine at the top of the building. So, her plan is to visit me, is it? She's taking a risk, but it's paying off so far. Tanya's not in yet so I should be able to get her into the office without anyone catching us.
I wave her out of the elevator ahead of me, eager to enjoy the sight of her hips as she saunters toward my door. She comes to a stop in the middle of my office, facing my desk, and I close the door behind us before taking a seat in my chair behind my desk.
She continues to just stand there, and I watch her.
"So, you wanted to see me?" I ask, and it seems to break her from her trance.
She smiles and starts to walk toward me.
"I missed you, and I wanted to thank you for Thursday."
"No thanks necessary; the pleasure was all mine." I smile at her as she gets closer. It really was a pleasure.
She's now standing before my knees, and she leans forward. Her lips gently caress mine, and it's like coming home. Her feel, her taste; it's not long before the passion starts to build, and I'm wanting more. I pull her down onto my lap as she buries her hands in my hair. Fuck, I've missed this. I try and pull her closer, but she breaks the kiss. Then she's down on her knees before me. Fuck me. Is she really going to do this? What a way to start a Monday morning.
I help her get my pants and boxers out of the way. Her huge doe eyes look up at me, and I reach out to touch her, wanting to feel close to her. I continue to watch as her tongue inches out and slowly, so slowly, licks me from base to tip. Fuck, this is good. A million fantasies rolled into one. But I need her hidden. If someone were to barge in before Tanya arrives to guard by door, I need to know she's safe. I need to look like I'm working.
"Shuffle back a bit, I need to reach my desk. As fantastically distracting as this is, I still have important work I need to be starting."
She looks up at me, incredulity written all over her face. I just smile back. It's for your own good,
Sugar Lips. She gives a small shake of her head but complies, shuffling under my desk and attempting to make herself comfortable. Yep, there's the fantasy. An illicit blowjob by a beautiful girl hidden under my desk.
Now to keep the ruse going that I'm actually working. I open my laptop, going straight to a blank word document, and start tapping away.
I expect her to get straight into the job, eager to get out of here, but instead, she's taking her time, and it's exquisite. She slathers me with licks and kisses, even pulling my balls into her mouth, which I absolutely love, but I need more. I'm typing absolute rubbish on my screen, but it doesn't matter.
"Killing me here, Bella," I murmur, and she seems to get the idea as I feel her slowly take my full length into the mouth. I slide down her throat easily, feeling her tongue trace down the underside of my cock as she does. I can no longer keep up the pretense of typing as the feelings get too much. I allow one hand to reach under my desk, settling at the back of her head, holding her firmly in place.
"Fuck! Just hold it there, Bella. I want to savor this moment. God, I've missed you."
I feel her lips curl up into a smile. My girl is enjoying the reaction she's getting from me. Time for more.
Knock, knock.
The sound of someone, presumably Tanya with my morning coffee, breaks me out of my lust-induced haze. Fuck, why couldn't she be late for once? I think fast. Bella is safe where she is, and Tanya will quickly get suspicious if I don't let her in. There's really only one solution.
I feel Bella try to pull away, but I hold her firmly in place. I'm not ready for this to end.
"It's okay, Sugar Lips; it will just be Tanya with my morning coffee. You just keep doing what you're doing; don't you worry about her." I briefly glance down at her startled eyes, but she must know I'd not put her at risk.
"Enter," I call out to Tanya.
As the door opens and I greet my PA, once again I feel Bella try to pull away. I can't make her do this if she's uncomfortable. The idea of it may turn me on, but it has to be her decision. I loosen my hand on the back of her head, and she starts to pull back, ever so slowly releasing me from her mouth.
Tanya's busy filling me in on my schedule for the day, and I try to concentrate on what's she's telling me, I really do, but all my attention is really on Bella under my desk as her lips get to the end of my cock. I hope I've not pushed her too far. But then she does something totally unexpected. As she reaches my tip, her tongue does that thing she does. The thing she knows drives me wild. Understandably, I completely lose my concentration.
"Excuse me, Mr. Cullen? Are you okay?" asks Tanya.
Two can play that game, Bella. I apply a slight pressure to the back of her head. Not enough to force her back down on me, but enough to let her know I'm willing to keep playing if she is. She responds, taking me back into her mouth, this time sucking me a little harder. Fuck me. This is really happening. I'm getting a blowjob with my PA in the office. Fuck, I need to get rid of Tanya fast.
"I'm fine Tanya. Just make sure you get me the necessary files in good time so I can go through them before the meetings." I try to recover and get back to our conversation, but it's hard as Bella starts to move on me. Her hand reaches up to cup my balls, giving them a small squeeze. Fuck, this is too much.
"As always, Mr. Cullen. And remember, you need to call Mr. Frazer this morning to go over the problems they're having in the New York office."
As Tanya continues to waffle on, with me giving the occasional brief answer, I try desperately to think of a way to get rid of her, but for some reason, my brain doesn't appear to be working at full capacity. It could have something to do with the little sex demon under my desk who is pulling out all the tricks. Her tongue plays tricks with my cock while her deft fingers run over the area just behind my balls, just the way I love it. This is too much. Tanya must go before I lose it. Then it comes to me.
"Tanya, let me stop you there." I've no idea what she was just saying. "I need you to urgently run down to the third floor. You need to talk to Kelly Thompson. She's been putting together a report for me; if she doesn't have it, then Michelle on Fifth should have the info I need. She'll know what you need when you see her. This is very important. Don't come back until you have the full report."
Even I can hear the tension in my voice as I try to hold off under Bella's relentless assault, and Tanya gives me the strangest look. I wave my hand toward the door, effectively letting her know she's dismissed, not trusting my voice any longer. She gives me a quick nod and leaves. As her footsteps march across the floor, Bella takes me in impossibly deep. It's too much; I can't take any more. As the door clicks shut, I let it all go, my body tensing as I explode down Bella's throat, letting out all the feelings I'd been concealing.
"Fuck, Bella. That feels fucking good. You dirty girl. I swear, one of these days, you'll be the death of me. Fuck, I barely got her out of here. You are so good, so fucking good.
As I reach the end of my climax, I push my computer to one side and then roll my chair back to give her space, helping her up as I do. I need to be inside her. I give my cock a few quick strokes, feeling it regain its hardness as I do. Bella never fails to get me hard.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever done," I tell her, needing to let her know just what she does to me. "I'm so fucking turned on right now; I just want to be buried deep inside you. Turn around."
My sexy girl doesn't question it; she just follows my orders. I guide her to lie over my desk, her ass up in the air, just waiting for me. I rub my hands up her thighs and over the curves of her derriere, pushing up her skirt as I do. She stretches her arms out to grip the far side of the desk. Fuck, she has no underwear on.
I tap on the insides of her feet, spreading her legs wide apart. The sight of her laid out, eager and waiting for me, is the best thing ever.
"God, you look exquisite like that. Bent over and exposed for me. I can see your lips glistening from here. Did sucking me off with Tanya in the room excite you as much as it did me?"
She wiggles her ass at me, making me laugh. I reach into my drawer for a condom, sheathing myself quickly. I take a last opportunity to fondle her beautiful ass that's taunting me.
"You have a fabulous ass, Bella." I run my thumb down between her cheeks.
"One day, I'm going to claim you here, Bella, but not today. Today, I need it hard and fast. Are you ready?" I line myself up, taking hold of her hips, ready to give her the fucking of her life.
"Fuck, yes."
As she speaks, I pull back on her hips while pushing my own forward, toward their goal, entering her hard in the process. She cries out, but I don't give either of us time to get used to the sensation. I need to keep moving. I start up a fast rhythm, pulling out and entering her with long, hard strokes, each one forcing me into her as deeply and fully as I can. It's as if I can't get enough, but I know this won't take long. I feel her body getting close, and I know we're both about to explode at any moment.
She comes first, but it's a close race. The feeling of her shattering around me is too much, my only regret being I can't see her face. I collapse forward, my body going limp. I struggle to regain my breath and pull her back onto my lap as I take a seat on my chair, wrapping my arms around her. It's been too long since we've done this. Too long since I've held her in my arms. I realize in that moment just how much I've been worrying about her, and to actually be able to hold her helps to settle my heart somewhat. I pull her closer as our breaths start to return to normal.
"I should get going," she says against my chest.
"Just a little longer," I reply, not willing to let her go just yet. I kiss her gently on the top of her head as I allow my hand to feel the way her soft hair cascades down her back. "God, I missed this. You're still coming to see me tonight, aren't you? Embry can still help you get back into the building?" I pull back to look in her eyes, needing to see her emotions.
"Of course." She smiles at me. "I have lots of progress to report."
"Good." I still need more of her. I don't think I'll ever get enough. I think about the end of the project. No, I won't be able to let her go when it's over.
We talk a little longer. I fill her in on the last day of my trip and the plans I have for the future of the company. But then I know our time, for this morning, is coming to an end.
"That errand I sent Tanya on will hold her up for a while but not forever. If you want to get out of here undetected, you should go now."
I don't want her to leave. If I had my way, I'd keep her here all day. But I can't.
She gets up and straightens her clothes. I help her with her hair, making sure she's presentable, then I walk her to the elevator. I'm really enjoying the clandestine nature of our time together, and I think she is too. To add to the tension, I decide to play things up a little, even though I'm not expecting Tanya back just yet, but you never know. As the elevator arrives, I signal for her to hide in among the tall plants that stand by the elevator door. Apparently, greenery makes for a better workspace or some other shit Tanya spieled off to make me purchase them.
"Just to be on the safe side," I say and throw her a wink. The elevator is empty, which gives me the chance to get one last kiss. As she passes me, I sweep her into my arms, pressing my lips firmly to hers. I try to tell her with this kiss how much I've missed her and how much more I have to give her.
As we kiss, I enter my code into the elevator controls and then press for the ground floor. That will ensure it goes straight to the lobby with no stops in between.
I break the kiss and step away from her. She looks flushed and a little disorientated. Good, my work is done. I smile at her shocked expression as the door closes. I can't wait to see her tonight.
~TGwtSL~
"I got you a present," I tell Bella that evening after we finish looking over the latest data.
"Oh?" she says, grinning back at me. "And what's the occasion?"
I pick up the box that had been laying in the corner of my office and present it to her, shrugging. "Just because. I should confess I didn't actually have to pay for them. They were a freebie from the company I was with last week, but I did make sure they were ones in your size and would suit you."
"And you know my size?"
"Of course. I make it my business to know everything about you, Miss Swan."
She looks at me skeptically, and I know there are probably a lot of things I still don't know about her, but I feel I know her well enough. Over the weeks, we've talked about a lot of things: our shared love of literature, arguing over differences and enthusing over our similarities; our different tastes in music, she likes rocky music, I prefer classical; her aspirations for the future; her experiences at college and getting to the big city.
"So, what exactly do we have here?" she asks, turning back to the package.
"The only way to find out is to open it."
She giggles and pulls open the top. The clothes have been wrapped in tissue paper, and she excitedly pulls them aside, revealing the top item—a silky blouse in dark blue, a color I love on her. She keeps digging, pulling out more blouses and a couple skirts, talking excitedly about which ones would be good for work and which for leisure. At the bottom is my favorite item: a long, red wrap dress with a small floral design. She pulls it out and holds it up against herself. It will look great on her.
"This would be great for a date," she says, and my blood runs cold. What is she suggesting? I look up at her sharply, looking for a sign in her eyes of where exactly her thoughts are going. Her eyes are wide and her hand has flown up to her mouth, as if she wants to hold back the words she's spoken. But they are out. "I mean, it's like … nice. You could wear it out in the evening. It's not for work. I'll wear it next time Ang and I go out for a nice meal."
She's trying to dig herself out of her words, but they are still there, hanging in the air between us.
"You know you can go on a date if you want, don't you, Bella? You know if you're ready to move on, I won't hold you back? But you also know that date won't be with me?" As I say the words, they turn to ash in my mouth. What will I do if she does say she wants to move on? My internal dialogue is begging her to say she's happy with me. That she doesn't want more.
She gives a nervous laugh. "I'm far too busy to date."
I need to move us on. I can't let us get stuck on this. I need to get back to the fun atmosphere we had a moment ago.
I stalk toward her, pulling out the smile I know works on her every time. As I do, I pick up one of the blouses. "In that case, I think it's time for a little fashion show. I'm thinking this blue blouse and"—I look around for what I'd like to see her wear with it, but then it occurs to me, I don't want her wearing anything with it—"nothing."
"Nothing?" she queries.
"Nothing."
She slips into my bathroom, emerging moments later, dressed exactly as requested. I've taken a seat on the couch as she strikes a pose in the doorway. The blouse falls just above mid-thigh, and the material floats around her, hinting at what's beneath, or what's not beneath if she's followed instructions, and from here, it looks like she certainly has.
"Come here," I say, beckoning her toward me.
She saunters over, swaying her hips in a provocative manner, and it's certainly working for me. When she gets close enough, I pull her onto my lap, straddling my hips. She fits so well there. I look down at the blouse. "Yep, that's exactly how it should be worn," I say, pulling her in for a heated kiss. She didn't get to try on any more of the clothes that evening.
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