Mailroom Delight

by Khardine Gray

  I recognized the lightheartedness. It was fragments of my old self, the old Paige. She was resurfacing.

  “You’re laughing.” He noted and reached up to touch my face. His touch felt more personal and had a calming effect. “You’re even more beautiful when you laugh. I want to see you laugh more, with me. Come home with me, Paige.”

  Oh, how I would have loved to say yes.

  I really would have loved to say yes.

  But… I couldn’t.

  “I can’t.”

  “Why?” his voice was soft as he spoke.

  “I’m not ready…I mean I need time.”

  Understanding filled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Paige.”

  “I’m sure no more than any other woman.” I offered because there was no way I was going to believe that there was anything special about me. Look at him. He really was gorgeous, and I was certain he’d indulged on his fair share of women.

  “I beg to differ Miss Paige. You’ll definitely be the one to drive me crazy. But I’ll give you time. I’m away for two weeks on business.”

  “Two weeks?” Suddenly that sounded like forever.

  “Two weeks. I’ll be back for the fundraiser.” He smiled. “Maybe you’ll be ready then.”

  A part of me was ready now. I was, and I didn’t want to wait for two weeks to be with him. I almost changed my mind and gave into the carnal desire that threatened to push through. But I held back.

  I did need time. Because of …

  Because of Paul.

  I was thinking of him. if I were truly ready to be with another man I wouldn’t have been thinking of Paul.

  I needed the time because I hadn’t been able to let Paul go. I was still thinking of myself as being his, and I couldn’t be with anyone if I thought that way.

  It wouldn’t be fair.

  “Maybe.” I decided to say because I wanted him to know I did want him. I really did just need time.

  Gee this would certainly be a tale to tell.

  “Can I kiss you?”

  I was touched he asked given minutes ago he was sucking my breasts. He didn’t need to ask for a simple kiss.

  “Yes.”

  A little flutter made its way through my stomach as a slow easy smile filled his face.

  When he pressed his lips to mine I savored the kiss because I knew it would be two weeks before we did that again.

  At least I was changing. The fact that I was looking forward to being with him showed I was changing, and just maybe I’d be readier when he came back.

  Maybe.

  Chapter 9

  Jason

  My plan backfired on me. Big time.

  Backfired in a massive way I couldn’t quite describe.

  I laughed at myself now when I thought back to how I believed I could trap Paige in her own eagerness to challenge me.

  I used my tactics to get her to kiss me.

  I wanted a simple kiss, but never realized one kiss would open the door to this crazy mingle of emotion that pushed me over the edge and made me lose control.

  That first kiss consumed me. It took hold of me and possessed me.

  Me, the guy who’d been happy with his bachelor lifestyle with any woman I wanted on my arm.

  That damn kiss opened my eyes and made me see I didn’t just want any woman on my arm.

  I wanted the one I had to work and wait for.

  Paige.

  No one would believe we’d known each other for such little time. But I didn’t think about length of time for things like that. I went with emotion.

  I went with how I felt.

  I wanted to take her home and devour her forever. I’d never met anyone I’d felt so strongly about.

  The next few days were agonizing.

  My dad asked me to go on a business trip with him to Florida to look at real estate. When he first asked I was up for going and spending time with him, but after my last encounter with Paige I regretted agreeing to go.

  I kept telling myself it was fine since Paige said she needed time, and if I was back at the office and did manage to coerce her to going home with me I would have felt bad for forcing her.

  Something had happened to her.

  It must have for her to say she wasn’t ready. I knew I could easily find out what it was from the touch of a button, but I didn’t dig into people’s personal lives.

  When I researched a person I worked with, it was purely for work purposes.

  I looked at what they’d done in the past and that helped me to plan the way I worked with them.

  Getting personal by looking past what was in employee files felt completely wrong.

  It was however, the first time I’d ever been tempted to do it. I didn’t give in though.

  For the time that I was in Florida I distracted myself with the memory of my hands all over Paige’s breasts, and the soft flesh in my mouth. I recalled her soft moans of pleasure and need.

  By the time I got back to San Francisco I could barely control myself. The two weeks couldn’t have come quick enough.

  The fundraiser was being held in the function room on the fifth floor of Portrait.

  When I walked in I went in looking for her and might have seemed rude to those who tried to engage in conversation with me. The only person I wanted to talk to was her, so everyone else would have to excuse my non-ability to offer more than a mere hello.

  Right now, I didn’t care.

  People danced in the center of the floor to the soft jazz music while others milled about their tables, talking and laughing with their friends and colleagues.

  The staff engagement team had done a wonderful job of decorating the room, and I heard we raised a million dollars for the Children’s Society. I’d made a mental note to add an extra million to what we made.

  I scanned the room looking for Paige. My heart sunk when I found Bernice and no sign of Paige.

  I thought about asking Bernice if Paige was coming, but then I saw her.

  Paige… My girl.

  Paige emerged from the door at the other side of the room looking like an angel in a sleek deep blue cocktail dress that hugged her frame. Her shoulders were bare and that gorgeous hair I loved cascaded down to her elbows in luscious waves.

  She looked nervously around the room and I saw something spark in her expression when she saw me.

  That nervousness was still there, but the smile she gave me made everyone and everything going on in here fade into the background.

  My cock stirred at the memory of the last time we were together, and I hoped like hell that she was ready because I couldn’t restrain myself tonight.

  I moved to her, desire propelling me forward, straight to the object of my newly found affection, and she came toward me, too.

  When we got to each other we stopped just before we made contact.

  What did we do normally?

  We didn’t…

  We didn’t have a normal routine because we’d barely been together. But, I wanted a normal with her.

  I wanted her to be mine, and I wanted her to be ready for me.

  I didn’t care that we were in a room full of people that I was the boss of. I didn’t care that people were watching.

  I leaned down and kissed her. It was brief but effective, and yes there were some people who saw me do that.

  That’s all they’d get though, because I took hold of her hand and led her away.

  I couldn’t go home, not yet.

  The two weeks spent apart had driven me crazy indeed and my damn cock would embarrass me if I walked around with it bulging against my pants.

  When I took her into the elevator we started to kiss, feeding each other with hungry kisses all the way down to the basement where the mailroom was.

  “Aren’t you taking me home?” She asked as the doors moved open.

  “Not yet baby. I can’t wait that long.”

  She didn’t protest. Paige just came willingly as I pulled her to that little stor
age room at the back of the mailroom we were in last time.

  It seemed she’d had time to think about this, and that she’d thought about me just as much as I had about her.

  Good.

  We were on the same page, we wanted the same thing. We wanted each other.

  This was happening tonight.

  I reclaimed her lips the minute we got inside and caressed her breasts. She liked that a lot I remembered from last time, so I’d warm her back up again that way, and make her feel good too.

  Eager to see her beautiful breasts again I pulled back a little and spun her around so I could pull the little zipper down the back of her dress.

  I got excited when I saw it was one of those dresses that had cups in the bodice, so I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  When I turned her back to face me my eyes zoned in on her delicious breasts which had already puckered and were ready to be sucked.

  I twisted her again to get a good look at that thong she wore, too. It added to the glorious vision of her beauty showing me the firm cheeks of her ass.

  She giggled when I picked her up and placed her on that table, putting her right back where I’d left her two weeks ago.

  I lowered to her juicy breasts taking the little nipple in my mouth and sucking on her.

  Those moans that had filled my dreams asleep and awake released from her lips and it was all I could do not to cum right there and then.

  “Jason,” she cried leaning into me.

  God, she felt so good. Placing my hand to the center of her panties I stroked the soft silk material coaxing her to orgasm. She was already soaked and grew wetter as I ran my finger back and forth, feeling for the hard nub of her clit.

  I had to taste her, but I didn’t know how long it would be until I lost total control of myself.

  This woman was temptation, complete temptation, wrapped in a package waiting for me to unwrap, claim, and devour.

  I kissed my way down to her thighs and over to her sweet pussy where I moved the thong aside.

  Fuck, I didn’t waste time looking. I went straight in to her juicy center for a taste.

  Sweet.

  That was how she tasted. Sweet like fruit, and sweeter. Like something truly desirable, above anything else.

  I allowed myself the pleasure of pushing my tongue into her and filling my mouth with her delicious nectar before my will power faded.

  “Are you ready for me, Sweet Thing?” I asked moving back to look into her face.

  I watched her eyes darken with pure need, and I prayed she would say she was ready.

  Paige

  I looked at the handsome man who stood before me, and the need I felt for him overwhelmed me.

  I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since he left, and even before then. Didn’t matter if I was asleep or awake. Jason filled my every thought.

  My desire for him consumed me with such intensity it pushed everything aside. I’d never met anyone who could do that to me.

  It was amazing how I’d done a full three-sixty on this guy and went from being annoyed and frustrated at his criticism of my work, to wanting him more than I’d wanted anyone in my life.

  To admit that made my heartache because of Paul, and in the moment I thought about Paul I pushed him to the back of my mind and …let go.

  I let go.

  I let go as if someone had been holding my hand and I’d released mine.

  “I’m ready.” I heard myself say.

  The smile that lit up his face was magical and reached into my soul. I straightened up, pressed my fingers to his chest and pushed back his jacket until it slid down his shoulders. Next was his shirt. I took that off too, revealing his fantasy muscles and a mixture of inky black tattoos scrawled over his left breast that made me go wild.

  Like this, with his shirt off, he reminded me of an ad for Calvin Klein or Levi’s, and my mouth watered at the sight.

  I took the liberty and opportunity to run my hands over his chest and placed a kiss at the edge of the dragon tattooed on the hard plane of his lower abs. I trailed kisses along his abs and stopped at his waistband, looking down at his cock pushing against his pants.

  It looked massive.

  He smiled at my expression.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. You’ll have a good time baby.”

  I returned the smile, not doubting his words in the least.

  He undid his belt and shrugged out of his pants and boxers at the same time

  releasing the full length of his cock.

  I was right. He was massive, and the sight of him turned me on even more.

  When he retrieved a condom from the back pocket of his pants and rolled

  it down the thick length of his shaft I had to keep from drooling.

  “Ready?” he asked again, and I nodded.

  “I’m ready, Jason.”

  He took hold of my waist and pressed the fat head of his cock against my entrance, then eased inside me with a wicked smile on his face.

  My breath caught in my chest, going short.

  He pressed deeper, sliding in a bit at a time until he filled me completely.

  I gasped, unable to take the pressure anymore.

  I’d never felt so full. I cried out from the surge of pleasure that immediately consumed me.

  “Did I hurt you baby?” He stopped, looking worried.

  “No, please don’t stop. Please.” I begged.

  “Don’t worry, sweet thing. I don’t plan to.” He promised and with that he moved his hips and started pumping into me, building up a steady rhythm.

  Then faster.

  I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and God it felt so good.

  He felt good, and I didn’t want him to ever stop.

  Jason built up more speed and really started to pound into me. I came instantly. Then it was like I had lost my mind and orgasm after orgasm hit me in a way that left my body tingling all over. As if I were on fire and the flames of desire scorched my skin.

  “Jason.” I called out his name and when I reached for him he took hold of me allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

  We continued from there.

  In that position I felt even more filled with him and he had a direct hit to my g-spot with each thrust. The pressure that built up inside my core pushed me to the edge. Another orgasm took me.

  This one powerful and scorching. I felt this one would be all that my poor, lonely body could take.

  “Oh, fuck! Paige, hold on tight.” He groaned.

  I was glad I took the advice, because it did feel like I was on a ride. A ride to ecstatic bliss that I never wanted to stop.

  A deep groan resonated from within his chest. I actually felt it as he held me tight against him and jack hammered into his release.

  We both climaxed together which made the experience even more magical.

  “Paige.” He breathed my name against my shoulder and pulled back to look at

  me. “Sweet Thing, that was amazing.”

  He set me down again and pulled out of me, severing the connection between us, but reformed it again when he cupped my face.

  I searched my feelings trying to see how I felt about what we just did.

  I was looking for that bad feeling I thought would hit me, and feared would, but all I felt was amazing.

  “It was… It was amazing.” I breathed.

  “You are amazing. You ready to come home with me?” he beamed down at me.

  I got lost in his gaze knowing I had to have more of what he had just gave me. More of what I craved.

  Him.

  “I’m ready.” I smiled.

  Chapter 10

  Jason

  When I first got my apartment, I imagined showing it off to beautiful women.

  It was every ounce the type of apartment to show off. A penthouse located in Angel Heights, the edge of the city. The hot spot for the rich and extremely wealthy.

  It screamed weal
th and fit my image.

  It seemed like nothing to me now because the woman that graced it with her presence was like an angel and I knew she wouldn’t have cared if I was living in a hovel.

  Admittedly she didn’t get much of a chance to admire the place before I carried her off to my room where I devoured her all night.

  Jesus Christ. I truly devoured her. Feasting on her delicious body and indulging on her beauty.

  What had I been missing all these years?

  How could I not have had this woman in my life?

  It was crazy. We barely knew each other, but I could have known her my whole life.

  It was early, early in the morning when we took a break to refuel.

  We were in my bed still. I had her sitting on top of me feeding me strawberries and grapes. Her breasts bobbled over my face every time she lowered to feed me, and I took the chance to alternate between feasting on her nipples as they swayed my way, and the fruit.

  I knew wholeheartedly which I enjoyed more.

  That gorgeous mass of shiny hair cascaded over her left shoulder and ran down her side brushing its ends against my chest.

  That sweetness rippled from it in waves. A combo of something candylike and fruity.

  “Woman, you’ve cast a spell on me.” I said weak and weary, but still willing to indulge in more if she wanted it.

  “Does that make you mine?” The temptress asked.

  God damn, she was beautiful.

  “Uh huh?” I nodded firmly.

  She laughed. “By morning the spell will be over, but at least your car won’t turn into a pumpkin, and we get to go back to the office.”

  “Like fuck, that damn spell better not be over. You’re mine too, Paige.”

  She looked at me like I was just talking out of my ass and tried to feed me another grape.

  “More grapes?”

  “More you, all of you inside and out.”

  “You drank too much.”

  “What, water? Haven’t touched anything more than that.” I smiled up at her.

  She tried to hide her smile, but it was evident. She reached out and touched the side of my face, tracing the outline of my side burns.