by Amy Brent
“I don’t know.. I didn’t feel coming out of the office and harping at you.”
“Don’t want to be seen with me?” I say sarcastically.
“Yes, exactly. Everyone will know when they see us together,” he chuckles.
“That would be a shock to some.”
“It would,” I say.
He sends me a quick wink.
“Why don’t you bring that body in here.”
“Right now?”
He nods.
“Mhmm, I wish I could bend you over right now.”
“You should, but can you please tell me what you like to do first for this meeting?” I whisper, glancing up and looking at the unsuspecting workers going about their job completely unaware of the conversation that is unfolding.
“Make you cum with my mouth.”
“Are you qualified for that?”
“Why don’t you come here and I will show you my qualifications.”
I smile and he hangs up the phone. I am completely aroused. I roll my neck, gather my envelope and head to the office.
Upon my entry, Ryan sits at his desk. He looks me up and down and takes a deep breath.
“How are you?” he asks.
“I’m doing pretty good. Better now that I can see you.”
“Shut the door,” he says.
I shut the heavy glass door and turn to face him.
“I want to apologize for not reaching out to you at all this past weekend. I have been so caught up with work and everything. I hope it wasn’t too upsetting to you.”
“No, not at all.”
“Were you able to get some rest?”
“Yes,” I nod.
“Good, because I am going to fuck you so hard. I want to make sure that you will be able to keep up with me.” He says leaning forward, with a hungry look in his eyes. I smile and flip my hair over my shoulder.
“I think I am more than able to keep up,” I sigh, leaning forward.
He smirks like a wolf looking at a meal. His eyes look up and then back at me. He immediately adjusts his posture and leans back in his seat. I turn around to see Kevin and two others in the doorway. Ryan waves them to come in.
“How are you guys doing?” he asks. Kevin shakes a wad of papers in his hands.
“I thought we would go over the Field Case. You mentioned that on Friday.”
“Right...I didn’t forget. We can do that now, before today starts to kick our ass.”
Ryan glances over at me.
“Jasmina, we will resume our conversation at lunch time. I have some emails and meetings for you to coordinate.”
“Okay.” I stand and leave the room. I feel Kevin’s eyes follow me out of the room as I make my way back to the desk. Does he know what's going one? No, there is no way. How could anyone know. Maybe I should go out with him, just so that no one catches on. I mean I don’t know if I really care if people know. I just don’t want to lose my job because I am sleeping with my boss. I smirk to myself. Sleeping with my boss, I repeat in my head. I can’t help but stare back over at Ryan and see him talking everything over with Kevin and the other paralegals. Ryan head lifts up and sees me. A faint smile crosses his lips then disappears.
It's like we have our own secret language no else knows or can even see the things that our eyes say to another. We live in our own little world untouched by anyone else. I just wish Christian was a part of it. I can't wait for the future this relationship with Ryan will come to, but I can’t help but feel guilty for not including Christian. I have love them both just as much and still do. It’s almost like we are cheating on him. I’ve always found that Christian is the most attuned to me. I cross my legs as I start to daydream about both of them being with me.
Should I tell Ryan?
No, not yet I sigh under my breath and try to focus on work, but all I really want so for Ryan to put his large dick back inside of me.
Finally at noon, I get up from my chair and return to Ryan’s office. The others had just left with their meeting.
“How are you doing?” I ask.
He tips his head back and groans.
“Uh, Jasmina. Help me. I hate work.”
“Is this the conversation we needed to pick back up?” I ask.
He snaps back in his chair.
“You know, I wish that I had installed curtains in my office.”
“What, why? That would have looked horrible,” I giggle. The room was way too crisp and harsh for heavy curtains. It would ruin the whole feel the room had going for it.
“I don't want people to see me,”
“See you?”
“And you. So, how about you walk out of the firm and into the hallway, in um about 15 minutes.”
“Okay,” I watch as he heads out then and leans over to one of the paralegals, says something, hits his hands on top of the desk in a joking manner and then leaves. Most everyone was out to eat if they didn't have to stay and work through their lunch. So, the office had dwindled down to only about 2 people. I am glad Kevin left and didn’t try to wait for me to try and invite me out, then I would have to try to come up with some lame excuse.
I look at the clock. I wonder what Ryan told them when he left. He probably mentioned something about going to eat lunch. Am I the lunch? I get up and head out to the hallway. The cold Air blasts over me as I open the door. This hallways is always so cold.
Why did he want me out here? I look left and right for any sign of him, but see nothing. I start to walk toward the stairs, when a door swings opens and arms grab my small waist and yank me back into the closet.
I let out a small scream, but Ryan’s hands cover my mouth. He holds me against him, and his head quickly moves down my neck and kisses it. He’s pulled me inside of some sort of utility closet.
“I haven't stopped thinking about you,” he murmurs. His hands searching over my body, caressing and touching me. I stretch my neck back over his shoulder and melt into his embrace. “I haven't stopped wanting you.”
His hand wanders under my dress. He yanks my underwear down, and his fingers reach inside of me. I whimper as he holds me up. His other hand reaches up under my bra and holds my breast. I spin around and press up against his muscular body.
I close my eyes and kiss him passionately. Everything is like we are in a complete whirlwind of passion. My hands reach down fast and pull his pants and underwear down. His cocks springs free from its prison. I waste no time getting down onto my knees and wrap my hot, wet mouth around Ryan’s throbbing dick. He let s out a low moan, as I swirl my tongue around. My head moves back and forth as Ryan’s cock disappears deep into my mouth and reappears out slick and wet.
“Have you done this before?” Ryan murmurs.
“No,” I say, taking a moment.
“Damn,” he whispers.
My thin hand wraps around Ryan’s shaft, massaging the pulsing rod as my mouth continues to take it all the way in. Ryan gasps as my tongue finds it’s way to his balls, sucking and tasting them.
“Fuck, Jaz. Mmmm”
I can feel the pressure building. Tasting Ryan makes my body fill with the need to pleasure him. Watching him react to me this way, encourages me more and more. So, I keep going. His hips thrust into my mouth and my tongue meets him there.
Then all in once, his load enters my ready mouth, as he pumps deeper. Ryan lets out a moan as his body shudders. I swallow every drop and slowly pulled away.
He pulls me up and holds me in his arms. The small cramped closet forces us to be close. It is so warm inside.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I say, nuzzling into his chest.
“I’m going to return the favor soon,” he says reaching his hand to my cheek, kissing me softly. He pulls his pants up and slowly opens the closet door. The light from the hallway makes my eyes hurt.
We sneak out of the hallway and look at one another.
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�How does my face look?”
He stares at me with a warmness in his eyes.
“Perfect,” he says. “Come on, let’s get back to work.”
“Do we have to?” I bite my lip. “Can’t we just stay in the closet all day?”
“I wish, Jaz. That would make coming here way better.”
“No pun intended,” I wink, as the door opens.
He slaps my ass hard as I walk past him and into the office. I pay attention to everyone's faces, but no one is interested, and I guess they have no reason to be unless they knew that I just sucked Ryan’s hard cock. My tongue flips over in my mouth and I sit back at my desk. As soon as I sit back down, my phone lightens up. I glance down. A text from Christian appears on the screen, I eagerly open it. It's a message asking about coming to the office to get lunch with Ryan and I sometime this week. I think that would be absolutely lovely. I stand up and head into Ryan’s office. He has already started back into work mode. It takes several minutes for his attention to fall on me.
“Hey, Jasmina,” he says, shutting his laptop. “What’s up?” No one would never know that we just hooked up minutes ago in an a janitor closet by the way this guy acted.
“Christian asked about getting lunch this week with us at the office,” I say. I pull out my phone and read the message to him. “Hey, Jaz. Do you think that you and busy Ryan could find sometime this week to get lunch with an old friend?”
“Oh, why’d he have to ask like that?” Ryan frowns and scratches the tip of his nose..
“What do you mean?” I ask, through a small laugh.
“Use words like old friends and busy Ryan.”
“I don’t know. Maybe he feels left out. I mean we see one another almost every day. When was the last time you hung out with Christian?”
Ryan thinks it over for a minute.
“I guess it may be about a week. But I mean that’s pretty normal for us.”
“Okay, well let’s set a date for him to join us?”
I really just want to set up a date where I can taste both of them for my lunch, but there is no way I can reveal that to Ryan. A least not right now. I’m not sure how I would even approach that conversation.
“I don't know Jasmina.” He trails off. I stare at him in shock.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” I say slowly, trying to understand what he means. Ryan sighs and shakes his head.
“It's just that...what if he knows about you and I and he wants to see it for himself or something.”
I start to laugh at the absurdity.
“What do you mean he’s found out? He hasn't even seen either of us.”
“I know, but Mark just has this way of knowing things about me. Like a second sense.”
“He’s your best friend he just knows you well, but it would be impossible to know anything about us.” I want to ask Ryan why it would be so wrong if Christian knew about us anyway, but I know Ryan has several reasons. The same reasons that kept us apart in the first place. So I don’t ask. Instead, I sit and stare at Ryan.
“Well - what should I respond with? Ryan doesn’t want you to come over because he thinks you are on to us?”
“No - Ryan grimaces. “You are being ridiculous.
“No, you are! He’s your best friend! You should make time for him.”
“Everything I've built could be ruined. You know that right?”
“You’re being dramatic,” I fold my arms. “Mark might not like you, but that’s not the worst thing. Believe me. I know.”
Ryan and I stare down at one another. God, I swear he is acting more like a high school girl than I ever did. I look down at the phone and reread it several times over. Poor Christian. He has no idea what is going.
“Alright, well if you aren't going to hang out with him for lunch, then I will. He’s not asking for much you know.”
Ryan frowns.
“Jasmina-”
“No, I’m not going to be weird. Which is what you are doing right now. That will be the only he would ever think that something was going on between us.”
Ryan chews on his bottom lips and stares at me.
“Fine. Fine. Text him.”
“Really?” I smile. I got him.
“Yes. Do it before I change my mind and start to think like a rational adult.”
“Okay, when do you want me to set up the lunch date.
“Do Wednesday.”
“Okay!” I quickly get up and text Christian back, letting him know that he is good to stop by Wednesday and come have lunch with us. I really do hope that there is a time soon when I can reach out to Christian and let him know the truth about Ryan and I. I can't imagine having to live the rest of my life with this secret between us. No. I would much rather be the only thing between Ryan and Christian literally.
I don't even know how upset Christian would be if he found out. Did I just put Ryan in jeopardy for losing his two best friends just for me? I hope not. Christian has always seemed like the most rational one out of the two boys. I sit back at my desk. Christian replies back letting me know that Wednesday works perfectly, and he cannot wait to join us for lunch and see me at my first job. I send back a smiley face. I am excited to see him too.
I swirl in my chair and flash Ryan a thumbs up. He smiles and sends one back to me. It won’t be bad. I don’t know why he has to so paranoid about it all. He took a huge risk by hooking up with me in the closet. I hope he doesn't act strange around Christian. That would be a huge give away. But I think Christian will find out eventually. And hopefully it will because I told him.
Chapter 11
My car turns down the road and into the parking lot of Ryan’s firm. I am, of course, early. Heavy gray clouds cling to the sky and rain gently patters down onto the pavement and the roof of my car. This is the first time it's rained all summer. I lose the door and pull out the sandwiches I bought for our lunches. I didn’t even call to take their orders; I remember exactly what both like.
It’s been a while since I have been at Ryan’s office, but it looks the exact same on the inside, except Jasmina sits at the front of the desk. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a sweeping braid. Her bright eyes look into mine and a warm smile spreads across her lips.
“Christian!” she shouts in a high, happy voice. She quickly stands up and flings her arms around mine. I wrap my free arm around her and hoist her up to spin her around.
“Hey, Jaz,” I say gently, “You're looking great.” I set her down, and she spins in a small circle for me. I take every inch of her in. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you.”
“Definitely too attractive for this establishment.”
She blushes and looks back at Ryan, who’s head is popped out of the door frame.
“Where are all of your servants?” I ask him, noticing the employees are nowhere to be seen.
“I sent them to go get their lunch on me as a celebration for winning the last case.”
“Well, congratulations,” I smile, resting my hand on Jasmina’s shoulder.
We walk together into the office and sit down at Ryan’s desk.
“What’d you get us?” Ryan asked raising his eyebrows and starting at the large bag of food. “A feast?”
“I know how much Jasmina likes to devour food.”
“It's true. I could eat five times as much as Mark,” she says, taking a large bite of her sandwich. A large piece of lettuce falls out from between the bread and lands on the desk.
“But Mark is not a big eater,” Ryan adds.
“No, that’s true,” she shrugs, “but he does like to drink.”
“That’s true. I will stand behind that statement.”
We sit in silence, except for the sound of us chewing our food. Which is not very like either of them. Ryan and Jasmina can be some of the chattiest people I know. I take a deep breath.
“So how’s work?” I ask, to break the silence. Jasmina’s eyes flick
er to Ryan’s.
“It’s great! I really like working here.”
“What do you like about it?” I ask.
“Ah, be careful how you answer,” Ryan raises his eyebrows and laughs through a chunk of food. Jasmina giggles and turns her attention back to me.
“The people here are great, and the job is busy so I don’t get bored.”
“That’s good. So, you think you could be a secretary forever then?”
“No,” she almost coughs up her food. “Don’t be so ridiculous, Christian.”
“Careful,” Ryan answers, resting a hand on her back.
“I know how to eat.”
I watch the interaction for a second. The way his hand rests on her a little longer than normal. The way she looks at him. Is something going on? I clench my jaw and look down at my sandwich. No. There's no way. That would be crazy. I stop and think about it. Would it though? I recall moving Jasmina in and how everything that day felt so different. What if Ryan felt that way too?
“What are you thinking about?” Ryan asks.
I stare at him and smile. He knows me too well. That's the problem with best friends. There is no way to really lie to them, but in this case I don’t have a choice, unless I want to make lunch really awkward for all of us and call them out on what I suspect. Would they go as far as to sleep together? Or am I just jealous and coming up with these irrational ideas? Probably the latter.
