See You Monday: An Office Romance (Weekday series Book 1)

by Tiffany Costa

  “I know!”

  Our eyes locked. “I’m so fucking angry at you. No, in fact, it’s worse. I’m hurt.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve never done this. I was going to tell you it was him when we ended things.”

  “That makes no sense.” Kieran’s expression made her unrecognizable. The rhythmic sound of the copy machine stopped and she grabbed the warm stack of papers, shoving them at me with a brutal gentleness. “Take them and go back to Isaac. Now you don’t have to lie about seeing your boyfriend after leaving his place. You can just stay there.”

  The venom constricted around my heart. “Do you mean that?” Tears welled in my eyes, Kieran’s frame went blurry.

  Kieran’s voice came out strangled, as if she was fighting tears. I wasn’t brave enough to look. “I’m your best friend. I picked you up and put you back together without ever having met you.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.” The desperation in my voice was palpable. I couldn’t lose Kieran. Not for Isaac. Not for some good sex. She was right. “I didn’t think that it was going to go this far. I thought he would end it after the first few days and then I’d tell you. But we just keep going. We know we shouldn’t, yet we can’t stop. It’s… I’m.” I stopped, looked at my best friend, facing the pain I caused, and swallowed when she didn’t say anything. She raised a brow, her arms folded across her chest, an irritated eyebrow raised. “Isaac makes me feel different.”

  “According to all your stories, he actually makes you cum, so, that’s not news to me.”

  “Not like that. He pushes me to try new things, and figure out what I like.”

  “What? Like anal?” she rolled her eyes.

  “Oh my God, no!”

  “Don’t be such a prude.” Kieran cracked a smile. She sighed deeply and leaned against the machine. “You’re shagging the sexiest man in the office, in secret. So, out with it. No more lies. How big is it?”

  “What?” Then it dawned on me. “Big.”

  She raised a brow and motioned with her hand to elaborate.

  I put my fist to my mouth. “So, he reaches my throat and there’s a little left at the base, like this.”

  “I knew it!” she squealed. We burst into tense laughter. “Have you ever,” she gestured to the walls, “here?”

  “No! Never in the office.”

  “How long?”

  “Everything I told you was true. Except, the first time we kissed was at the march.”

  Her eyes bulged. She blinked several times, coming to terms with another lie.

  I recounted every last detail of our first kiss, and watched as Kieran’s jaw dropped further and further to the floor. “Then the next day, I ended it. Then at the fundraiser, we just decided to give it a go for one night.”

  Kieran scoffed. “That never works. Especially with someone like you.” Kieran looked away, then dropped her gaze to her fingernails. She chipped away at the powder blue polish.

  “I’m really sorry I lied. I love you so much. Don’t kick me out.” I took a step towards her.

  Kieran took my hand and squeezed. “I’ll get over it. For the record though, you don’t lie to your best friend. I’ll let this one slide because you’re out of practice.

  “I won’t lie anymore. Promise.” I threw myself into her arms, crushing her against me.

  “You can make it up to me by sharing him one night,” she grumbled, returning my embrace. “If you’re both on the same page, then there’s no reason to stop. There’s no company policy against it.”

  “I don’t want anyone knowing. Payton thinks I’m sleeping my way to the top.”

  Kieran’s eyes narrowed for a split second, an expression I couldn’t decipher passed and dissolved into a soft smile. “No one, not even Payton, would fault you if you fell for Isaac.”

  “We’re just friends. We’re not in love.”

  An itchy feeling skittered through my chest and settled as a stone in my belly. I ignored it, reasoning that I was just nervous about the next few days and how much work I had to do.

  I crossed into our office where Isaac was pacing, phone in his hand, dictating questions for our upcoming writing sprint. He heard the door click shut behind me and paused. “She knows?” he asked, not a stitch of panic in his voice.

  “No shit she knows. She won’t say anything.”

  Isaac nodded and continued his pacing. “I can’t believe you promised we we’d be done by Monday.”

  “We’ll be fine. Do you want to pack it up and go to my place again?”

  “Not a chance. I have no grand desire to be tortured by Kieran for a whole weekend. I am not looking forward to whatever she has to say to me for debauching you.” He crossed to me, sliding his hands around my waist. “Plus, now I can have you all weekend without being secretive about it.”

  A jolt of panic laced around my throat and tightened, constricting my airways. My heart sped up and I could feel my skin flaming red hot. “We’re still secret, though, right? We’re not going public.”

  He looked down at me strangely, “I mean we won’t have to hide from Kieran.” He brushed my bangs to the side and kissed my forehead. The intimacy made my heart swoop to my belly, setting off a ripple of affection that swelled twice its size by the time it reached my lips. I turned my chin up to him and pecked his lips. Isaac framed my face with his hands and kissed my lips several times, smiling between each delicate peck.

  I wiggled out of his arms. I was overwhelmed by the work. The full report I’d just promised Michael we’d have finished two weeks before its proposed publication date.

  Yeah. The work and Kieran finding out. And Isaac’s friends knowing.

  I’m just overwhelmed.

  Sure.

  Even I didn’t fully believe that. The wave of affection rippled through me again when, as I turned to pack up, he grabbed my fingertips and kissed them. His eyes never breaking contact. That brilliant smile pulling me back to peck him on the lips just one more time.

  CHAPTER 34

  Isaac

  Back on the couch at my flat, heads buried in my laptop screen, Celeste kicked my ankle with her toe, nudging me out of my editing trance. I look up at her from over the edge of my laptop and saw that she’d already tossed hers to the floor. I made a show of ignoring her seduction, dropping my eyes back to my keyboard and clicking a few random letters. “I’m working,” I added, for effect.

  “You can take a five minute break.”

  “Cheeky, girl,” I replied, kicking her ankle to the side to close her parting legs. Instead, I felt the weight of her knee open up atop my leg. Celeste, wearing one of my button-downs, hiked my shirt up over her hips, so that I had the perfect view of her thighs spread slightly for me. The pretty flowery cotton of her panties peeked out from between her legs.

  “I’ll be quick,” she hummed as she dragged her nails up her thighs.

  “I will not. So, it’s a no from me, love.”

  “Please.”

  I clicked my tongue, “Naughty, beautiful thing, you are. But I have a lot of work to do, thanks to you. No time for games.”

  “I can’t concentrate. I’ll work better for you if you fuck me on the floor.”

  § Celeste §

  “Pull your panties to the side.” He said, as coolly as if he were telling me to pass him a pencil. A thrill of brazen danger zipped up my torso, setting my heart racing. I’d never let anyone just see me. Watch me. Even though I’d always fantasized about being watched. My sex pulsed with anticipation.

  I hooked my finger into my panties and pulled them to the side. Isaac let out a shaky breath, and sat up a little straighter across the sofa, his laptop screen dropping slightly.

  “Are you wet for me, Celeste? While you should be working? That’s not very professional.”

  I nodded and could feel the blush blooming across my chest and neck.

  “Don’t be shy, love. Take off my shirt.” I made to pull it over my head. “Not like that,” he let out a breathy laugh, “Un
button it and let it hang open. You’ve got work to do, too, darling. Time is of the essence.”

  My insides turned molten as he watched me. Isaac dropped his laptop screen and ran his hands up from my ankle to my calf. “Aren’t you going to help me?” I asked, hopefully, not feeling quite so bold.

  “No, my sweet darling. I’m going to watch. You’re going to play. We’re just taking a quick break, like you said.”

  I released the last button and opened up his shirt, as he’d instructed. His eyes darkened. I could see his cock growing against the fabric of his sweatpants. I was hungry for him, reveling in the effect I had on him. I waited for his next command.

  “Miss McAlaster,” he grinned devilishly, realizing what I was waiting for. “Spread those pretty thighs and show me what you do when you’re alone.”

  I acquiesced.

  “Slower,” he ordered when I picked up my pace. I was so turned on I could bring myself to orgasm in under a minute. I didn’t slow down, and he growled, “I told you to slow down.”

  The raspy darkness of his voice skittered down my spine and gave me goosebumps. I slowed down, painfully stopping myself from reaching the peak.

  “You’re not going to come until I say you can. Do you understand?” Isaac closed his laptop completely and dropped it to the floor. His pupils were dilated with lust, eyes so dark I could hardly make out the blue in them. His breathing was slow and shallow, like he had to think very hard about his breath and how loud it would be.

  “Stop. Let me taste you.”

  “No.”

  “Don’t say no to me, love. I’m in charge here.”

  “If you’re not going to participate, you don’t get to taste either.”

  Before I could see his reaction, he dropped over me, his lips caressing my ear, arms pinning my wrists on either side of me. “I think I’m being rather helpful. Do you want me inside of you? Is that it?”

  I loved this. Playing with the fine line between domination and equality. I nodded because words escaped me, and I wasn’t yet bold enough to kill him with words the way he did me.

  “Tell me how much you want me, my pet.”

  “Isaac,” I paused, drinking up the way he loved his name on my lips, managed my most innocent expression and tone, “I thought you liked feeling my tight little cunt coming for you.” I could see his resolve crumbling, feel it in the shaky breath heating my neck. Isaac dragged his tongue from my collar bone up my throat and…

  “Put your fingers in, as I taught you.” He took the hand I’d brought to his cheek and pushed it down between my legs.

  I answered, thrusting myself deeper, finding the small swollen flesh yielding and tender. I reached to grab his length, desperate to feel him somehow.

  “No touching,” he whispered into my neck, pushing my hand off of him.

  I answered him with a whimper.

  “Good.” He sat back on his heels, his eyes dropping between my legs. He licked his lips and grabbed at his bulging cock. An excited thrill chased through me, and I quickened my pace, the anticipation of watching him jerk off making me feel powerful.

  “I want to watch you,” I wished it sounded more assertive, but I was weak and close to climax.

  “Stop.”

  “What?” I must have looked awfully stupid because he laughed, the sound low and evil.

  He reached out to my hands, his strong grip wrapping around my wrists. “I said stop, Celeste.” Isaac pulled my fingers to his lips and tasted me.

  I waited, confused, pussy throbbing for release. I sat up to my knees and kissed him, but he pushed me away, pure wicked humor in his gaze. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling a sharp pain of embarrassment.

  “You never experimented with tease and denial, have you?” He lifted his laptop back to his lap and opened it up. “Neither of us is going to cum until we finish this fucking chapter. Call it… motivation.”

  I blinked, brain empty.

  Isaac’s expression softened. He took my chin in his hand and kissed the tip of my nose. “It’s not a punishment, my love. You’ll see.”

  “It feels like a punishment,” I grumbled.

  “I’ve got a riding crop for that. I bought it just for us.”

  Excuse me, what?

  Isaac’s lips were barely there as he pecked mine twice. I felt him smile against my lips and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t be angry with him. I was frustrated, sure. But my excitement over the next few hours it would take to finish this damn thing won that race by a long shot. I kissed him before he pulled away. And I thought I heard him start to say something. He stammered for a split second. “Lovely,” he murmured, kissed my cheek, and pulled away.

  Was Isaac blushing?

  CHAPTER 35

  Isaac

  Celeste would be my undoing.

  Fuck I’d almost said I love you.

  “I love… I… you’re lovely.”

  Fucking brilliant.

  At least I caught myself. I thought as I banished myself to the very edge of the couch. A few moments later Celeste banished herself to the cozy side chair across from me. She dropped her laptop on the marble side table I’d gotten from an estate sale years ago. She typed sideways, her legs curled under her, her glasses dropping down the bridge of her nose. No one could be comfortable like that. However, she gave me a cheeky grin and got back to work.

  She shifted a lot in the following hour, finally settling for a spot on the floor. She and I fell back into the work, stopping only to ogle one another or read aloud a grammatically confusing sentence.

  “Isaac,” I looked over my computer at her, “can we take a break, now?” Celeste’s eyes danced with mischief. When had she unbuttoned that shirt? Or taken down her hair.

  She took advantage of my wandering gaze and started crawling to me. Her ass swayed seductively with each movement. Seeing her submissive and crawling towards me was instantly the most erotic of my fantasies come to life. I swallowed, my throat going dry as she ran her hands up my thighs. “Are you hungry?” I asked, but we both knew I was being facetious.

  “Famished,” she chuckled, sitting back on her heels and working slowly at the last buttons of my shirt. She let it hang open just enough to keep her nipples hidden.

  “What should we have for dinner?”

  Celeste’s expression changed dramatically. “So, I know we’re doing… this… right now, but I’m actually hungry and I want Indian food.”

  “You can have anything you want, love, as long as you’re on your knees.”

  Her eyes dipped to my cock and a better man would deny her, tease her. Start dinner and ignore her wandering hands. Leave her famished. But it was established a long time ago that I was, in fact, not a better man. Not when it came to Celeste.

  She removed the shirt dramatically. Giggling, she crawled over me and I’d never seen anything so sexy as the playful gleam in her eyes. “Do you really have a riding crop?” She asked, dropping her nipple into my mouth. I bit down and she yelped.

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled so that her neck bowed back, exposing the tender place where her heartbeat quickened. I kissed her pulse and lowered my voice, “You mentioned you were curious. If you want to play, just say so.”

  Her little gasp tossed all of my resolve into oblivion and I pushed her down onto my length through my sweats, relieving the throbbing pressure with a punishing grip on her ass. I soothed a bite with a kiss, and she ground against me letting free a barely audible moan.

  § Celeste §

  “I want to play,” I whispered, raking my nails down his chest. But first, I wanted to finish the game he started. I tore off his shirt and trailed kisses from his collarbone down the ripples of his abs. He flinched when I licked the length of his perfect v-cut. I bit him there and he groaned, his cock twitching.

  Gently, sweetly, Isaac gathered my hair into his hand, holding it loosely away from my face, my bangs long enough to tickle his skin while I licked and bit every inch of his hips. I still was
n’t confident with my dirty talk, still learning the rhythm of our sexuality. But I wanted him to beg me for it. I wanted Isaac’s cock to want me so badly it ached, badly enough that the feel of his boxers chafed. I wanted him to feel the torture he’d given me, take him to the painful edge and keep him there until after dinner.

  Let’s see how good Isaac Thompson is at controlling his orgasm.

  “Do you want me to suck your cock?” I bit my lower lip, cringing at the words, feeling awkward and shy, and unsure of myself.

  Isaac looked down at me, he brushed his knuckles against my cheek. “Good girl. Don’t look to me for approval. There’s almost nothing you could say that I wouldn’t find incredibly sexy.”

  “If you finish, I’m going to use that crop on you later.”

  “Oh, Celeste. Darling, don’t tempt me.” He raked a hand through his hair, smiling. He might even have laughed if my lips weren’t so close to his tip.

  I sat back on my heels and huffed out an exasperated sigh. “Well, then how am I supposed to punish you?”

  “You’re doing a great job as it is,” he groaned. Isaac shifted his erection through his pants, expression pained. I felt a little push of triumph.

  “Oh, poor you. Did you want me to come back?” I ran a hand up my stomach and toyed with my nipple.

  “Celeste, fuck, we can talk about it later. Just…” he stopped himself and clamped his mouth shut. He wanted me to practice, to test my boundaries.

  “Hands off,” I demanded, and he listened, taking his hands back up to his waist. “Just what?” I grinned.

  “Do your worst. You’re easily the most beautiful, sexy, thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I came back to my knees and planted a delicate hot kiss on his hard cock through his boxers. It twitched up again to me. I pulled his cock out and held it in my hand, the pulsating length making me slick and wet. “Am I? I think you’re lying.” I hovered my lips right above the tip and looked up at him through my lashes.

  Isaac’s breath caught and he licked his lips in anticipation.

  I denied. Kissing the hand he’d used to cup my cheek. I loosened my grip on him so that my hand was merely holding his tip to my bottom lip, applying no pressure to relieve the throbbing. “Maybe you could be more specific,” I whispered, letting my lips flutter and tease his head with every syllable. I flicked my tongue against the sensitive tip for encouragement.