Accidental Tryst Page 16
Angie leaned in. “Is it possible to have too many orgasms?”
Nicci’s chuckle filled the space and her eyes glowed. “Nope. Not at all. In fact, studies have shown it adds years to your life.”
“Well, in that case I’m living to two hundred.”
They laughed together. “Good for you. You deserve it.” Nicci rose, straightening her pant leg. “Now, we have thirty minutes before the monthly staff meeting. They’ve brought us boxes to pack up so they can move us the day after tomorrow.” She pointed at the tower of boxes across the hall. “Do you want me to grab you a cup of coffee?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.” I’m high on life right now.
* * *
The staff meeting dragged. She glanced at her watch—eleven thirty. She’d wanted to be on the road by now. It would take her twenty-five minutes to get downtown to Mac’s office, with no delays, and then find parking.
Finally, Jarmon adjourned the meeting. She leaned over to whisper in Nicci’s ear, “I’ve got something I need to take care of during lunch. I might run over an hour.”
Nicci tucked away her papers and took off her reading glasses. “Yeah, no problem. I got ya covered.”
“Thanks.” Angie grasped her binder and headed to her desk. She slung her purse over her shoulder and prayed Mac hadn’t left for lunch yet.
Mimi popped her head into Mac’s office. “Mac, I’m heading out for lunch. Okay?”
“Sure.” He’d be a few steps behind her, assuming his conference call went well.
Mac had planned a call with his managing directors to touch base on year-end numbers. It would be eight o’clock in Hawaii, and Mac knew that was as early as he could comfortably get away with.
Later that afternoon, he would conference with Australia and New Zealand. The following day, he would connect with his European counterparts, then Asia-Pacific shortly thereafter.
Jarring him from his thoughts, Angie stood at his door wearing a pale pink silk button-down blouse, hip-hugging straight skirt and fuck-me high heels. From head to toe, every inch of her looked perfect. Mac suddenly could think of nothing but rolling around naked with her for the rest of the day.
* * *
Mac circled his desk and greeted her with a quick kiss on the lips and flashed her a sexy smile. “This is a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Hi, Mac. I’m glad I caught you before you went to lunch.”
He stepped back and motioned to an extra chair. “Have a seat.”
She pushed the door closed. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. Do you have lunch plans? I thought we could have lunch together.” Eventually.
She willed her racing heart to calm. Why was she so nervous? This was Mac, for goodness sake.
“Sure. I have a conference call, but it shouldn’t take long. Then we can grab lunch,” he nodded.
Oh, crap. He had a conference call. She should call it off and settle for lunch only.
Don’t chicken out now, she scolded herself.
She smoothed her lips together and turned to lock the door. “Terrific. In the meantime, I think I left something here.”
His eyebrow rose and he scanned the room. “Oh?”
She tipped forward, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and shimmied it up over her hips.
“Oh, fuck.”
She flashed him. Standing in the middle of his office, sans panties and completely denuded, she flashed her husband. A quick glance down the front of his trousers told her he approved.
She’d shaved herself completely bare that morning, knowing he’d appreciate that. Then before leaving her car to come inside, she’d slipped her panties off. Her cheeks warmed at her brazen moves.
“You look fucking amazing,” he said in a deep voice, glancing down again.
“You like it?”
“I love it,” he said as he closed the distance and pulled her flush into his rock hard body, her sex brushing against his wool trousers. His large warm hand cupped her ass cheek. “I have to admit, I’m not sorry you lost your panties. You should definitely look around—” The phone ringing cut him off. “Shit. I have to take this.”
“So take it,” she smiled like a Cheshire cat. “I’ll start on the floor and work my way up.”
His eyes narrowed as his head tipped back. “Be good,” he warned. There was no stopping now.
He strode back to his chair and brought the phone to his ear. “MacKey,” he answered. “Is everyone on?”
His tone may have shown focus on the phone, but his eyes tracked her movements. She set her purse on the chair opposite his desk and lowered herself to the floor. On all fours, she crawled slowly, pretending to search for misplaced panties. She didn’t bother to lower her skirt. She was brazen.
She could feel his eyes on her, on her bare ass sashaying across his office floor.
He cleared his throat. “Excellent. Ben, let’s start with you. Do you think Cal-Mark will take advantage of the end-of-year volume pricing we offered them?”
Angie vaguely heard murmured conversation from the other end of the line as Ben responded. She crept closer to Mac’s side of the desk, stopping at his feet. He pushed back, wearing a grin, and she peered under his desk for her “missing panties.”
She looked up at him, giving the best befuddled face she could, and shrugged a shoulder.
The twinkle in his eyes told her he was completely amused. Time to pull out the big guns.
She glanced down at his bulging crotch and made a show of licking her lips.
His eyes widened. He spoke into the phone, “I see. Well, keep me posted. That sale would be a great win. Especially now. Carl, would you update us on your region? How is everyone faring the snowstorm?”
Silence. Phone still to his ear, and his eyes never leaving hers—caution in his intense stare. Shifting her weight and adjusting her skirt, she slowly lifted her hands, one to each of Mac’s legs, and stroked his calves. All while watching him watch her.
“Excellent. Circle back around with Logistics. Let’s make sure we fill those shelves as soon as trucks can get back in there.” His voice had a raspy edge now.
Her hands moved outside his pants and slid over his knees up his thighs. His muscles flexed under her palms. She gently pushed his strong thighs and scooted closer in between them.
“Uh . . . Allie, how is the rollout in Freshie’s southeastern region?”
Mac shifted in his plush chair. Clearly, things were getting tense below the waist.
Sliding her hands over his swollen cock, she stroked him several times before carefully removing the leather belt from its buckle. She watched a tight shake of his head, but he didn’t stop her. She eased open his fly and pulled down his briefs enough to let the head of his cock free. The sight was mouthwatering. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She wasted no time circling the exposed head with her eager tongue.
“Mm-hm,” he blurted out as his breath caught. “I agree, and they love being first to market. Okay, Allie, send over the details as soon as you get them from the team. Good job.”
Angie tugged against his briefs to expose more delicious cock. She needed more. He stirred, allowing her to pull his clothing where she wanted it.
“Lastly, Joshua. Whaddya got?” His breath sounded rapid.
Her mouth wholly closed over him and slid down. He gripped the back of her head. If he thought for one moment he could stop her, he was sorely mistaken. She smiled to herself and worked his cock like it was their last day on earth. She licked, stroked, and sucked him. She fisted him in concert with her stretched lips pleasuring him.
He clutched her hair and neck harder. The pain raced through her scalp, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. She loved making him feel good. Perhaps she’d never realized that fact until now. Or maybe she simply forgot how good it felt to give him pleasure.
At the same time, her sex wept with need. Her thighs gripped closed. She clasped her hands at his hips to keep him in place.
She continued her assault. Finally, he dropped his head back, pulsed his hips upward and exploded into her mouth. She drank him in. A small groan escaped and Mac quickly turned it into a cough for the listeners’ sake. A glance up at her husband’s handsome face showed him in absolute nirvana.
He took in a breath. “Yes, that’ll work, Joshua. Good job.” He met her square in the eyes. The heated look told her she was in some kind of trouble. Oh yeah.
“Well, folks, I think we are on track. Keep up the good work and we can close out the year up.”
Several short moments passed and Mac hung up the phone. He stared down at her with an incredible fire.
“Get up. Lift that skirt again and sit your ass on my desk.” He pointed firmly. “We will eat lunch after I eat you, Angelique.”
Her insides clenched and her stomach flipped. She stood and he rose too, pulling her close to cover her mouth with his. He ravished her in a passionate kiss. After a few beats, he released her. “I can taste myself on you. Now sit.”
She smiled at his declaration. Warmth spread throughout her body.
Angie hiked up her skirt and sat in the center of his desk before him. He situated his pants and reattached his belt. He sunk back in his chair, pointed to the chair arms, and commanded, “Feet up.”
She placed a foot on each armrest of his leather chair—spread out for him. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her. He pushed her legs farther apart and said, “I can see how wet you are.”
He dragged a finger through her core, and she bowed at the sensation. “You’ve been a bad girl, coming in here, blowing me while I’m trying to work.” His voice was deep and thick.
He twirled a digit a tiny inch in her channel, teasing. He leaned forward and blew a gust of breath over her sex, causing her to shudder. “I should leave you here and tease you for an hour without an orgasm.”
His tongue made a pass up her core to the hard nub. She flexed.
“Ah.”
“But you have also made me very happy, parading this sexy pussy for me.” Another lick.
She leaned back and braced her hands on the desk with a whimper.
“Did you shave your wet pussy for me, Angelique?” He pushed his finger completely inside her.
“Yes,” she said on an exhale.
“And you decided to come down here and show me.” Two more licks.
“Yes.” Her breathing came in pants.
“Well, this beautiful sight makes me hard.” Three more licks and a swirl with his tongue.
Oh, God.
“I’m going to make you come right here, baby. Then tonight I’m going to fuck you with all the lights on so I can get my fill of your gorgeous naked body. Do you understand?” Another finger pushed into her.
“Ah. Yes, Mac. Yes. Please.” She spread her legs as far as they could go. She needed release so badly. She’d agree to anything.
He gave her what she wanted. His warm, wet tongue worked her clitoris while his talented fingers pulsed rhythmically in and out of her dripping channel. When he curved his fingers to caress her g-spot, she came hard—half in reality, half out. She felt a liquid release and restrained an outcry because she was in his office, but God, did that feel good.
She panted and let her head fall back. He pulled his fingers out and wiped her with his handkerchief. After he finished, she rose upright and removed her feet from his chair. He stood, and cradling her face, he took her mouth with his. She held onto his shoulders and pressed her body against his. He kissed her long and hard, and their flavors commingled.
He pulled back an inch. “How do you feel?”
She smiled, her head still foggy. “Good. Really good. How do you feel?”
“Best fucking blow job ever.”
She released a chuckle. “I’m glad you liked it.”
He held her close for several more moments, then said, “Let me shut this down, and we can go grab some lunch.”
She hopped off the desk while he fussed with his computer. She fixed her attire the best she could. The wrinkles in her skirt were just going to have to stay there. Not much could be done at this point. She hunted down her compact mirror and fixed her hair and makeup. The flush on her face made her look young and . . . happy. She’d fallen in love all over again. Plain and simple. Of course, there was no denying the post-sex euphoria.
“Ready?” His voice grabbed her attention as he held open the door for her.
He took her hand and led her to the elevator.
As the elevator doors were about to close, a tall, blonde woman and a shorter man with glasses dodged between the doors before they closed completely. The woman was insanely gorgeous—tall, shapely, and a smile to envy. Her clothes were designer and her makeup was perfect. The man sounded out of breath.
* * *
“Hi, Mac.”
“Camille. Reynold. This is my wife, Angie,” Mac announced, then turned and smiled at his blushing bride. “Angie, this is Camille, our VP of Finance, and Reynold, our comptroller.”
Angie smiled and nodded. “Nice to meet you both.”
“You work at l’Amour Lux, right?” Camille asked.
Angie’s lips curved. “Yes, that’s right.”
The elevator stopped on eleven and two people got on.
“I love that store.” Her hand bent at the wrist, her polished fingertips tapping her chest. “So many great styles. Unique but still mainstream. Very appealing.”
“I’m so glad you like it. Thanks for being a customer.”
Mac leaned down, close to Angie’s ear, but not to whisper. “Sweetie, don’t we need to run by your car before heading out to lunch?”
She jerked her head in his direction, eyes rounded. Her rosy cheeks flushed to a deeper shade. Mac had a hard time scolding himself when she looked so damn beautiful.
“Uh, yes. That would be great. Thank you.”
They all exited the elevator. Mac’s hand clung to Angie’s, directing her to the parking garage.
“Why did you say that in front of everyone?” she hissed as she yanked his arm.
“What?” He glanced her way.
“You know what. You practically announced I wasn’t wearing panties.”
He stopped and pulled her close. His strong arm rounded her waist. He couldn’t say exactly why he’d mentioned that in the elevator. Perhaps it had to do with Camille being an audience. Or because Angie looked so gorgeous after coming so hard in his office, he wanted to show the world she was his and always would be.
“Four people isn’t exactly everyone. But your point is taken. I am so fucking happy, I want the world to know. I will refrain from embarrassing you in front of others from now on. I apologize.”
Her mouth gaped.
He did a secret victory dance at leaving her speechless.
“Thank you. I . . . um, appreciate it.”
He kissed her briefly. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
After Angie discreetly slipped her thong back on, Mac held her hand while they walked to a little Italian bistro three blocks from his office. It had been years since they’d had lunch together during the week. And he fucking loved it.
She looked happier than he’d remembered seeing in a long time.
As they munched on bread dipped in olive oil, Angie opened a new topic. “Mac, I want to talk about the house.”
“Okay, what would you like to talk about?” He’d suspected it would only be a matter of time before Angie wanted to talk about the house they’d probably outgrown years ago. He didn’t mean to be stubborn about the issue, but considering he’d been traveling the majority of the time, what need was there for a bigger house? With his recent promotion, that excuse was now out the window.
She blotted the corner of her mouth with the napkin. “It really is too small for the four of us. When the boys were babies or toddlers, it was fine. But now p
ersonal space, storage—it all feels too crowded. I want to look into either selling it and moving into a larger house or remodeling and expanding what we’ve got.”
He nodded. As much as he hated the idea of packing and moving, he could see the benefit of getting something larger all around. A place where every room was more spacious. The flip side was, their lot could hold a larger home. Without moving, they could bump out a wall and expand the living space, and possibly upstairs too. He knew, easier said than done, but the increase in the value of their house would be tremendous.
“Okay, let’s look into it.”
“Really?” Her voice rose.
He winked. “Yes, really. Perhaps it’s time we look into some home improvements, or just search for something newer.”
Her face lit up. “Okay. I’ll ask around and get some referrals. Maybe we can meet with some folks later this week.”
To bring her utter happiness, he’d buy her the Biltmore.
Later that week, Angie had everything unboxed and her office mostly put together. The move for her and Nicci had gone off without a hitch.
Angie grinned, looking down at the ladies’ restroom sink as she washed her hands. Why was it that everything felt better when she and Mac were in tune? Why was it that everything felt better since she was having incredible sex with Mac?
She didn’t know she could enjoy sex so much. This time around might be even hotter than when they’d first started dating—as if their familiarity allowed them to be more free and uninhibited. Not to mention, his stamina now was much better than his twenties.
But it was so much more than just sex. They were reconnecting.
Katy, l’Amour’s VP of Operations and Logistics, exited a stall and met her gaze in the mirror. Katy was a few inches shorter than Angie, but the pants’ suits she wore made her look taller. Angie had met her partner a few years back at a happy hour after work. Katy and Bri had the same sense of humor, the same quick wit, and the same love for each other. They were two halves of the same whole.