by Myers, Kelly
Desire takes over me, and I no longer want to plan, calculate or strategize. In a frenzy, my fingers speedily unzip her sweater, pulling it back behind her and tossing it onto the floor. The metal clank it makes against the smooth, shiny surface is lost in the midst of my feverish breaths as I dip my finger between the jeans and her skin, forcing the button open and tugging harshly enough to pull down her panties along.
“Gabriel,” she whispers as I lift her up before lowering her onto the cold tile.
Instead of responding with words, I hurriedly unbutton my shirt as I descend upon her, ravaging her lips this time.
She grabs me by the back of my neck and holds me close, kissing back with the same fervor, her other hand fumbling with the belt buckle. I can feel the heat emanating from her, wrapping me up in a warm blanket of lust. The feel of her against me, her skin against mine as I quickly unclasp her bra, drives me insane. Even with the worry that someone might walk in, I want her desperately.
I bend my head and kiss her neck as she moans against me, pushing my pants down with an urgency I find compelling. “Take the pants off, Gabriel.”
I step out from them, and her hand is already wrapped around my cock, tugging on it, stroking it to its full hardness although I know it’s been ready even before she touched me. I kiss her breasts, all the way down to her nipples and I suck them in, one after the other, my tongue flicking them and my mind going numb with feel of her hand on me.
“You drive me insane,” I croak, pushing up against her, her legs quickly wrapping around my waist.
“The effect’s mutual,” she smiles, biting my lower lip again, her nails scratching at my sides and back. She pushes herself closer to me, and without thinking twice, I push inside her.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” she whispers in my ear as I begin to rhythmically move in and out. “My God, this is beautiful.”
She’s beautiful. Every inch of her, the way she looks at me, the way her legs and arms pull me to her, as if trying to pull me inside her. The way her lips feel against mine, the way her skin sends shockwaves through me with every touch.
I want to stay like this forever, and my momentum eases as I enjoy every second with her. Every inch of her.
She leans back, her breasts on full display, and hooks both feet over my shoulder. I increase my rhythm as her moans fill the office and my grunts rise to match. Neither of us cares if anyone walks in, or if anyone knows what we’re doing. All that exists is this, and nothing else.
I feel her legs shudder as her orgasm hits, and I bend down, carrying her off my desk and across the office. I push her against the glass, and she holds on tight as I move in and out. I fuck her hard, her breasts pressed against my chest, her lips on my neck, my eyes on vista before me.
“Watching the world go to hell?” she moans.
I look at her and smirk. “The view is beautiful.” I know she knows what I’m talking about. She slides me out of her and pushes me onto the chair, then straddles me and takes me inside her again. She cradles my face with both hands and kisses me deeply, urgently, passionately. Her movements are slow and sensual, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m complete.
She looks over her shoulder at the world outside, then back at me. “Things are going to change.”
“Not for us,” I reply.
“Especially for us,” she whispers, increasing her pace, bringing me closer to the edge. “But for now, this is perfect.”
I hold her waist as she grinds against me, and she kisses me even deeper. Before I know it, I’m coming hard inside her, my orgasm sending me into a high I don’t remember ever having felt before.
She climbs off of me, adjusts the chair, and sits on my lap, her had resting against my chest as my arms wrap around her. I don’t want to let her go. Ever.
She pushes the chair so that it swivels around at the right angle that allows us both to look through the window at the world outside.
So here we are, my impossible Dina…
Having just made love to the spectacular backdrop of the end of the world as we know it.
I hope you enjoyed reading this story. If you love to read something more forbidden, then I would recommend you to grab The Guy Next Door, the 1st book in my Forbidden Love series. I’ve included an excerpt from this story which you can read right here.
Excerpt: The Guy Next Door
My hot neighbor is my new boss. What could possibly go wrong? How about a baby…
Getting dumped is the pits.
At least I still have my job.
Until the hot guy next door becomes my new boss and lays me off.
Thankfully, he gives me a new job as a favor and only asks one thing in return…
A date.
Only the fake date leads to something very real happening…in bed.
Zack Noble is every bit as confident between the sheets as he is in the boardroom.
I’m helpless to resist him.
Only, office relationships are forbidden.
Yet the sneaking around only makes what’s happening between us even hotter.
Until our secret is discovered…
But I have one of my own—with ten little fingers and ten little toes.
When the truth finally comes out, will I lose Zack forever, or will we have our second chance at love?
Crystal
If I opened that door it meant my life would go on. Walking out into the world, and dragging myself to work would mean that the trauma of the past few hours would be behind me. I could move on and stop feeling so miserable. I stared at the doorknob. A simple turn, I’d be outside, and I could get on with forgetting about Chase.
I took a deep breath and shoved my sunglasses onto my nose. I opened the door.
“Oh hi, Crystal.” The hot new neighbor directly across from our— not our, mine, there was no ‘our’ anymore— apartment wrestled his bike out of his front door. He must have opened his door seconds before I opened mine. A messenger bag slung over his shoulder and a bike helmet perched, unsecured, on top of his head. Any other day and I would have appreciated the smile he gave me. Any other day and we wouldn’t have opened our front doors at the same time.
“Hi.” Damn, had he heard us fighting? “Biking in? New job? I thought you were a suit and tie guy.”
“No, same job. The suit portion is over for a bit,” he explained as he fastened his helmet. “I’m finally able to get to the real work, and into my new office.” He swung a long leg over the seat and mounted the bike. “See you ’round. Have a nice day.”
I should have waited. Then again, if I had I wouldn’t have experienced the lovely view of his backside as he rode away in those bike shorts.
Without a ride to the commuter rail, I had to walk. The walk to the station felt longer than the walk home from it. I didn’t have to wait long before a train arrived, and I was whisked away a few stops to a transfer station, where I jumped on the light rail, and eventually hiked another block to the office.
My morning commute did not magically wipe away my woes as I had hoped. I followed a few other commuters into the Shingle Click building. Grunting in thanks to the person in front of me who held the door long enough so that I could catch it; I did the same for the next person. Unlike the others who fished their ID tags from the ends of lanyards, I paused at the front desk.
“Hey, wifey!” I was greeted by a big toothy smile, a mop of orange hair, and a face that was genuinely happy to see me.
Damn, I started crying again.
Charline took one look at my face and ran around from the back of the long desk she shared, arms extended. She pulled me into a warm hug. The comfort of my best friend was much needed.
“What’s the matter, Crystal? Did you hear anything about more layoffs?” Her lilting Texas drawl gave a soothing quality to her words.
I shook my head, unable to speak without sobbing. I wanted to be done with crying.
“Hey Sherryl, I’m gonna walk Crystal on back,” she annou
nced to the other receptionist as she looped her arm through mine. Using her card key, she swiped us through, and into cubicle land.
“I told you there’s nothing to worry about,” she said as we walked. “They always keep the receptionists and interns. They need people to answer the phones and low-paid people who will do the work to prove themselves. You and me kid, we’re safe as houses.”
I took a deep breath. “It’s not that…” I clamped my mouth shut. I wasn’t going to cry at work. I refused. “I’ll tell you later, okay?”
Charline butted shoulders with me as we stopped at my cube.
“Of course, Sugar. The new head honcho already arrived today. I got a glimpse of him. He is not hard on the eyes. Too bad he’s so hard on everything else. Come find me during the big meeting.”
“What big meeting?”
“Check your messages. Didn’t you see the stage they were setting up in the parking lot? It’s all last minute. Glad I’m not paying the rush fees. I’ll see ya later.” With a twinkling wave of her fingers, she left me to settle in for the day.
“Good morning, Henry,” I greeted my plant. After watering Henry, I put my bag in a drawer and entered my computer password.
I opened the team chat. It took up half of one monitor. A different chat program the company sent corporate-wide announcements on took up the other half of the monitor. Even though it only took seconds for those apps to calibrate and display their contents, I had already switched my focus to a larger monitor. I opened my email and the drafting program where I would spend the majority of my time.
Once everything was turned on, I typically would hit the break room to grab a quick cup of coffee before returning to my desk and start working. But not today, in both chat windows, messages were scrolling past faster than I could read. People were freaking out.
“I can’t afford to get laid off!”
“Are they shutting Shingle Click down?”
“What a mess! All because Jameson couldn’t keep it in his pants.”
The tension at work had been palpable for weeks now. We already lost the accounting department because of the transgressions of the former CEO. People were stressed. Me included. The bullshit Chase dumped on me last night didn’t help.
I scrolled back on the corporate message board to see what prompted the panic. There it was: company-wide meeting in the parking lot just after lunch. We would be introduced to our new CEO, who people already didn’t like after the hatchet job he did on accounting. And we would learn about the new and exciting direction Shingle Click was headed.
I slumped back in my chair. Yep, that didn’t sound good. I tried to inhale deeply, but the hitch in my breathing let me know that tears were close. I adjusted my sunglasses, still on because my eyes were red and puffy from a sleepless night of crying. I was not fit for human consumption, and being at work meant people would see.
In the washroom, the cool water on my face felt good, but I don’t think it helped anything. My skin was a splotchy mess of light tan and pink spots. No amount of makeup would provide coverage to the red on my nose or the embarrassing blobs of color I got on the sides of my cheeks covering my jaw and onto my neck. The red-rimmed lids and slightly bloodshot eyes were not a good fashion look and would be staying behind glasses for the foreseeable future. The rest of me could fool anyone that I wasn’t dying inside. My hair was smoothed back into a ponytail, and the jeans and tunic I wore were perfect for any Thursday at work.
Back at my desk, I scrolled through the chat for my group. I wanted to see if the manager of solar power solutions had anything to say about the widespread panic.
“We won’t know anything for a few hours, and we still have solutions to provide. I feel confident that Shingle Click will not do anything drastic. Their solar power initiative was a big deal for the investors, and you know how they like to keep investors happy. Let’s keep working, and we can regroup and discuss after this announcement. I’ve heard good things about this Noble guy, and how he’s been dealing with the situation he walked into. Let’s see what he has to say first, okay?” Trust Armand to be the voice of reason.
I nodded at my monitor as if he could see me agreeing. I swiveled my attention to the other monitor and got on with my task of proofreading the specs from my senior engineer.
A few hours later, the entire company stood in the parking lot. Charline approached me with two cans of pop in her hands. She handed one to me and nodded in the direction of a group by the stage. “See I told you the new CEO was good-looking.”
Zack turned then and caught my eye. He gave me a little head lift in recognition.
I spit the pop in my mouth out. “Shut the front door!”
“What was that?” she asked. “Did the new CEO just smirk at you?”
I wiped at my chin. “That’s the hottie neighbor guy. No way he’s the new CEO.”
“That’s Mr. Wears-a-suit-like-he-could-seduce-you-any-time-he-wants? Are you sure?” Charline’s big hazel eyes were even bigger as she gaped at me. “Zack Noble is your new neighbor? Oh, Chase is gonna love this. Weren’t you saying he’s acting all weird cause you smiled at Mr. Hottie?”
“Yeah, well Chase isn’t a concern anymore. He left me last night.” It was surprisingly easy to say, with no hint or threat of tears.
“Oh, baby.” Charline wrapped an arm around me.
I gave her the details of his announcement and the fight that followed. Zack Noble started talking. We ignored his “exciting new directions,” and comments about healing broken trust in the corporate environment as I told Charline about broken trust in my personal space.
Someone growled in our direction, “Would you shut up. This is important.”
Chastised, we bit our lips shut and finally paid attention to my hottie neighbor, and the new boss.
“I know this wasn’t the best news for all of you, that’s why I wanted you to hear directly from me. Meet with your department heads. They will have more details regarding your individual situations. Shingle Click has simply hit a rough patch. As in life, progress is not always straightforward. Like an arrow that has to be pulled back to reach even farther, we step back in order to grow. Thank you.” With a wave, he walked away from the mic.
“Oh, that didn’t sound good, did it?” Charline asked.
I shook my head. “If I get laid off I’m screwed. I can’t afford rent on my own. Chase walked out on me, leaving me to cover his half. And I’m stuck in that lease for at least another six months.”
Zack
I leaned into a curve and the traffic practically disappeared on the new street. With less traffic, I could think about other things as if I were on a car-free trail. My first day in the new office as CEO of Shingle Click went well. After a month of board meetings, meetings with lawyers, and fraud investigators, I was going to be allowed to do what I excelled at: bringing a tech product to a larger market. Shingle Click had a fairly decent share of the smart-home technology consumer base, but it was lagging. People wanted to control their homes remotely, not just from a main panel located in the home, or from a computer.
I hadn’t realized that Crystal worked for me. Then again, I never did get to talk to her much. That loudmouth Chase always got in the way. As if I couldn’t steal his woman if I wanted to. I wouldn’t say no, she was a sexy eyeful. I had some standards, I wasn’t going to steal a bro’s woman.
“Fuck me!” I squeezed my brakes, dropping my foot to the pavement to keep from falling over as a car cut me off. “Watch it, moron!”
Letting go of all thoughts of layoffs and market share I returned my focus to the road. I adjusted my speed when I saw a car backing out of their driveway ahead. I swerved to avoid an opening door.
Car on left. Nice ass on right.
I slowed to enjoy the view. Most people walking did not catch my attention the way this backside did. Then again, it only took seconds before I recognized the woman by her clothes. If Crystal walked any slower, I was going to have to get off my bike and walk
behind her. She has a boyfriend, man.
With a quick shake, I cleared my head. I pushed into the pedals and sped up. I could wave as I rolled past.
I saw the box in her arms with a plant sticking out of it. Fuck me, I definitely couldn’t wave. She was going to hate me now. I knew that box. Probably snatched from the copy room, the perfect size for clearing out an office to carry home. I cut my gaze back to the road before she noticed that I was looking, or that it was even me on the bike.
I passed her. It was a business decision. It wasn’t anything personal. Chase had better not be the kind of bro to come at me over something like this. I could take him, but it wouldn’t be pretty.
“No!” The sounds of falling and pottery breaking followed. “Ow, damn it!”
I swiveled my head to look back. Crystal was on the ground. I grimaced and pulled at my brakes. I needed to help her. Suddenly I flew over my handlebars. There wasn’t time to think, or cuss before I belly-flopped into a pile of stinking dirt. I spat bits of mulch and mud from my mouth as I sat up. Where the fuck had this trailer come from? My bike lay half in the trailer, half on the road.
“Hey, you alive back there?” A sun-worn man in a dirty green jumpsuit asked as he ran around the side of the trailer.
I looked to see what I had crashed into. I sat in an open back trailer in a pile of gardening dirt. Yard working tools surrounded me.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I brushed dirt that reeked of manure from my clothes.
The guy handed me my bike. “You should be more careful,” he said.
I was tempted to “be more careful my ass” at him, but the whole fucking thing was my fault.
I grabbed my bike with a “yeah, yeah, yeah,” and headed back to where Crystal was still on the ground. She sat with her arms wrapped around her knee. The sunglasses that had covered her face this morning were haphazardly held between her fingers. Her head was down, and she rocked back and forth. There was a hole in her jeans, exposing the angry red skin of a scraped knee.
