Matthew and I both stand frozen in place.
“My office,” he tells Matthew. He looks back at me. “Poppy, I ordered us all some lunch from the Italian place down the street. Would you mind picking it up?”
“No problem,” I agree, heading to my desk to get my things.
It’s not until I walk outside that I realize I don’t have my panties. Shit. I can’t go back in there. Not now. Not after we’ve been caught. Surely he knows exactly what all that noise was, even though I was trying to be quiet. My face grows hot as the embarrassment takes over. I pick up the speed of my walking, almost like I can walk it off or outrun it, but that isn’t the case. Embarrassment is faster than my legs and it can’t be outrun.
“So, what did Daniel have to say today?” I ask when we get in the car to drive home.
He looks at me then moves his eyes away to start the car. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Is he mad? Did he know what we were doing? Oh! That reminds me . . . I left my panties in there. I’ve been commando all day.”
He looks back at me now, grin in place. “I know,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out my red lace thong.
I gasp and grab for it, but he pulls it out of reach. “Oh no. I’ve been holding on to this as a reminder that I owe you one.”
I giggle. “You’ve had my panties in your pocket all afternoon?”
“Mm-hmm. And every time I put my hand in my pocket, I managed to excite myself. Wasn’t bad until I forgot and did it during a meeting. I couldn’t stand up to show the guy to the door.”
I laugh harder at this.
“Oh, you laugh now, but when we get home, I’m fucking you into exhaustion. You’ll have to beg me to stop making you come.”
My body flashes with heat and my muscles tighten with anticipation. But when we get home, I don’t regret a minute of it. It seems we’ve found our new game: tease each other all day so we combust when we get home. And I don’t plan on losing.
The next day, while Matthew is in the middle of a meeting, he calls my desk phone to ask me to give him some paperwork. Instead of answering him in words, I moan softly into the phone. I hear a loud thud come from his office, which I can also hear through the phone. I don’t know what it was, but I have a feeling it was a direct response to that moan. I top it off with an “I need you now,” which I say in a breathy moan.
I hear him clear his throat then whisper, “If you think I can get up and retrieve that paperwork now, you’re very mistaken.”
I giggle. “I’m coming,” I say just as breathlessly, then hang up the phone and gather the paperwork he needs. I walk into his office and set it down on his desk. “Here you go, Mr. Lewis. Everything you asked for.”
His jaw tightens and his eyes narrow, their depths deeper than any ocean. “Thank you,” he replies, watching me as I walk out, swaying my ass a little more than necessary.
When his client leaves, he walks him out, waves goodbye, and looks at me once we’re alone. “I’m going to get you back for that.”
I just smile and giggle.
“I have to go out for a moment. What time is my next appointment?”
I look down at the screen. “Forty-five minutes. Where are you going?”
He grins. “It’s a surprise. I’ll be right back.” He walks out, leaving me wondering what he has up his sleeve.
Thirty minutes later, he’s back with a small black bag tucked under his arm. He motions for me to join him in his office and I do so gladly, needing to know what’s in the bag. I step inside as he closes the door, takes my wrist, and directs me over to his desk. He drops down to his knees before me.
Oh!
He reaches up my skirt and pulls my panties down my legs, so I step out of them for him. But instead of moving my skirt out of the way to get to the goods, he opens the bag and pulls out new panties. He motions for me to step into them and I do so, confused.
“What’s the point of this?” I ask, suddenly feeling let