Jennie's POV
"Too bad we didn't make it to the part about me removing the dress," Lisa whispers into my ear as she pushes me farther onto the bed. As soon as I slid her T-shirt off over my head, she practically tackled me onto our bed and slid the condom on faster than I thought possible.
"Mmm . . ." is the only word I can manage to form as she slides in and out of me. This is the first time we are making love that there is no pain, only pleasure.
"God, baby . . . you feel so good," she groans and rocks her hips against mine. The feeling is indescribable. Her lean body fits perfectly between my legs, and her hot skin feels heavenly against mine. I consider responding, to urge her with dirty talk the way that she does me, but I'm lost in her and the pleasure coursing through me as she continues her tender assault.
I grip on to her back, my nails rake down her skin, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I love to see her this way, so out of control, so primal. She lifts my thigh to wrap around her waist, bringing our bodies even closer. Watching her pushes me to the limit; my toes curl and my leg tightens around her back as I moan her name repeatedly.
"That's it, baby . . . come for me. Show me how good . . . fuck . . . how good I make you f-feel," she stutters, and I feel her twitch inside me. Though she finishes a few seconds before me, her perfect movements continue until I am turned into a pool of boneless mush and am spent. My body is completely relaxed and she collapses on top of me. We lie there in silence just enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other, and within minutes soft snores fall from Lisa's lips.
THE DAYS HERE PASS QUICKLY. Having freedom for the first time in your life will do that. It's still foreign to be in my own place with my own shower, to make my own coffee in my own kitchen. Sharing all of this with Lisa only makes it that much better. I decide upon my navy blue eyelet dress with white heels. I am getting better at walking in them, but I still pack my trusty Toms in my purse just in case. My hair is curled and pinned back and I even put on a little eye shadow and liner. I am really liking this having my own space.
Lisa refuses to wake up, sitting up only long enough to kiss me goodbye. I wonder how she manages to work and do all of her schoolwork when I have yet to see her do either. In a brave move, I grab her car keys and take her car to Vance. If she is skipping classes, she surely won't miss it, right? I forget how much closer we live to Vance now, and I make a mental note to remember to thank Lisa for her foresight, even though she has to drive farther to campus now. That I don't have to drive forty minutes makes my day much better.
When I reach the top floor Kimberly is standing at the conference room table placing donuts in neat rows.
"Whoa, Jennie! Look at you!" She whistles playfully. I flush and she laughs. "Navy is definitely your color." She looks me up and down again. I feel slightly self-conscious, but her smile soothes my thoughts. I have been feeling much more confident and sexy lately, thanks to Lisa.
"Thank you, Kimberly." I smile back and grab a donut and a cup of coffee. The phone rings on her desk and she rushes over to answer it.
When I get to my office, I have an email from Mr. Vance praising my notes on the first manuscript and saying that even though that one was a pass for the house, he looks forward to my evaluation of the next one. I dive right in and get to work.
"Anything good?" Lisa's voice startles me out of my work. I look up, slightly shocked, and she smiles. "Must be, since you didn't seem to notice my arrival."
She looks incredible. Her bangs is pushed up in between as always, but the sides are flatter than usual, and she has a plain white V-neck on. The shirt is tighter than usual, making her tattoos even more visible underneath. She is so incredibly hot—and all mine.
"So . . . how was the drive?" she asks with a smirk. "Really nice." I giggle.
"So you think you can just take my car without my permission?" Her voice is low and I can't tell if she is joking.
"I . . . well . . ." I stammer.
She doesn't say anything, just walks over behind my desk and pulls my chair out. Her eyes move from my shoes up to my face and she pulls me to stand up. "You look so sexy today," she says against my neck before gently pressing her lips against my skin.
I shiver. "Why . . . why are you here?"
"You aren't happy to see me?" She smiles and lifts me onto the desk. Oh. "Yeah . . . of course I am," I tell her. I am always happy to see her.
"I may have to consider coming back here after all, just so I can do this every day," she says and puts her hands on my thighs.
"Someone could come in here." I try to be stern, but my tone is shaky. "Nope—Vance is at a meeting for the rest of the afternoon and Kimberly has agreed to call if she needs you."
The idea of Lisa hinting to Kimberly what we could be doing in here makes my cheeks heat, but my hormones take over. I glance at the door.
"Locked," she answers cockily.
Without thinking, I pull Lisa closer and immediately put my hand over her crotch, palming her through her jeans. She groans and unbuttons her jeans, yanking them down along with her boxers.
"This is going to be faster than usual, okay, baby?" she says and slides my panties over.
I nod with anticipation and lick my lips. She chuckles and pulls me by my hips to the edge of the desk. My lips attack her neck and I hear the foil packet being ripped open.
"Look at you—three months ago you would blush at the mention of sex, and now here you are letting me fuck you on your desk," she whispers and slams into me.
Lisa clamps her hand over my mouth and takes her bottom lip between her teeth. I can't believe I am actually letting Lisa have sex with me on a desk, at the place of my internship, with Kimberly less than a hundred feet away. As much as I hate to admit it, the idea actually drives me crazy. In the best way.
"Are you going . . . to be . . . quiet . . ." she says in short spurts and moves even faster. I nod and pant, grabbing on to her biceps so I don't fall off the desk from her assault.
"You like it this way, don't you? Fast and hard?" She grits her teeth. I gently bite down on her palm to keep quiet.
"Answer me or I'll stop," she threatens.
I lower my eyes at her and nod, too overwhelmed with sensation to actually speak.
"I knew you would," she says, and flips me over so my stomach is on the desk.
Oh God. She thrusts back into me and moves slowly before wrapping my hair around her fist and pulling me up so she can kiss my neck. The tension grows in my stomach and her movements grow sloppier—and I know we are both close. With her final thrust she kisses my shoulder before pulling out of me and helping me off the desk.
"That was—" I try to say and she silences me by kissing my lips.
"Yeah . . . it was." She finishes my thoughts before pulling her pants back up. I run my fingers through my hair and wipe under my eyes to make sure my makeup is in place before looking at the clock. It's almost three. The day has escaped me once again.
"You ready?" she asks.
"What? It's only three." I point to the clock.
"Christian said you can leave early. I spoke to him an hour ago." "Lisa! You can't just ask him if I can leave early; this internship is important to me."
"Babe, relax. He mentioned that he would be out all day and he was the one who brought up you leaving early."
"I don't want anyone to think I am taking advantage of this opportunity." "No one thinks that. Your GPA and your work speak for themselves." "Wait . . . so then why didn't you just call me and tell me I could come home?" I raise a brow at her.
"I have wanted to bend you over that desk since your first day here." She gives me a smug smile and grabs my jacket for me.
I want to tell her how crazy she is to come here just to have sex with me on the desk, but I can't deny that I loved it. Looking at her in that T-shirt with those inked muscles, I could never deny her anything.
AS WE WALK to our cars, she squints at the sun and says, "I was thinking we should go get whatever we are going to wear to that dreadful wedding."
"Good idea," I agree. "But I'm driving your car back home and we can leave my car, then go." I jump into her car before she can protest. She just shakes her head and smiles.
After dropping my car off, we go to the mall. Lisa whines and complains like a child the entire time and I literally have to coerce her with sexual bribes to get her to buy a tie. She ends up getting black dress pants, a black jacket, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. Simple, but perfect for her. She refuses to try everything on, so I hope it all actually fits her. She would take any excuse not to go to the wedding, but I am not going to let that happen. Once we get her settled, it's my turn.
"The white one," she says and gestures to the short white dress in my hand, the other option being a longer black one. Since Karen mentioned that the color scheme was black and white, I figured I would stick to it. Lisa seemed to really like the white dress I wore yesterday, so I decide to listen to her. Much to my annoyance, before I realize what she's doing, Lisa goes from "just carrying" my dress and shoes to paying for them. When I protest, the young girl at the register smiles and shrugs as if to say, "What do you expect me to do?"
"I have to do some work tonight, so I won't be home for dinner," she tells me as we walk out of the mall.
"Oh. I thought you worked from home."
"I do, but I need to go to the library for a little bit," she explains. "I won't be gone too late."
"I'll just go grocery shopping while you are gone," I tell her and she nods.
"Be careful and go before it gets dark," she says.
She makes me a list of things she likes and leaves as soon as we get back to the apartment. I change into jeans and a sweatshirt and walk to the grocery store down the street. When I get back home, I put everything away, catch up on some homework, and make myself something to eat. I text Lisa but don't hear anything back, so I put a plate of food in the microwave for her to heat up when she gets home and lie on the couch to watch television.