uncomfortable, but it’s not—at least not yet. I don’t know if it will be awkward soon, but I’m glad that at least for now everything is good.
When Julie walks in, I give her a smile as I head to the filing room. It’s not that I want to ignore her or not be around her, but she’s eerie in the way that she can sense things. I’m just not ready for her to know that Landry and I took a leap this weekend.
Tapping my Spotify app, I turn up my music and start to jam out as I get in the filing groove. I’m shaking my hips from side to side, I’m also singing along—badly. I don’t hear the door open, I also don’t hear it click closed or lock.
I don’t know that anyone is here until I feel those very familiar hands wrap around my waist and that rugged beard brush against my neck before those soft lips touch me there. Leaning my head back, I let out a low moan.
He chuckles against my neck, one of his hands sliding around my waist as he presses against my belly. Turning my head slightly, I lick my lips. He lifts his head slightly, his eyes searching mine for a moment before his lips touch mine.
“Morning, Tennessee,” he rasps against my mouth.
“Good morning, Mr. Astor,” I breathe.
He grunts. “Honestly, don’t mind the Mr. Astor business when you say it like that.”
I can’t help but laugh a little from his words. The other hand on my hip, slides down the outside of my thigh and I feel his fingers grip my skirt as he slowly begins to shimmy it up my thighs. His other hand leaves my belly to aid in his mission.
“Here?” I gasp.
He grins, touching his lips to mine, but doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead he starts to talk, his lips touching mine with each word that he says, the way his breath fans over me, it makes my body tremble and wetness pool between my legs almost instantly.
Once my skirt is around my hips, he wrenches my panties down my thighs as far as he can. I tug them down to my ankles, needing his touch like I’ve never needed anything before. I thought that once we slept together it would satisfy me, but all it did was ignite me and make me crave him again and again.
When one of his hands dives between my thighs and his finger touches my clit, I let out a sigh, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Yeah, honey. Right fucking here,” he groans against my lips. “Tip your hips for me,” he grunts.
I do. Without hesitation, I do. His fingers begin to move faster between my legs, stimulating me, gently rubbing circles against my clit. His touch is almost too soft and it’s making it hard for me to stand, my legs are shaking in my shiny gold high heels.
Then, I feel the head of his cock against my center. “Landry,” I exhale.
He hums as he slides inside of me, one slow movement until I’m completely full. He growls against my mouth, his fingers not stopping their delicious assault. Tilting my hips even more, I push back against him, taking more of him.
Landry grunts softly, his hips starting to thrust forward, I feel them push against my ass with each move, one of his hands gripping my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh roughly as he begins to thrust harder and harder with each stroke.
“Please,” I groan.
He hums, his face shifting. He brushes his lips across my cheek, then buries his face in the back of my neck. Reaching forward, I grip the edge of the filing cabinet as I push back against him with a moan.
We both move, harder and faster, his fingers still working between my legs as he fucks me. We move with perfect tempo and then I still as my orgasm rushes through me. “Yes,” I hiss. “Oh God, yes.”
He growls as he moves inside of me a few more times, then buries himself deep before I feel his cock twitch and he releases a muffled growl against my neck.
My entire body starts to tremble, his hand against my hip slides around and presses against my belly and the one on my clit wraps around my chest and he holds me so that I don’t fall into a pile of boneless flesh on the floor.
“Landry,” I gasp.
He chuckles against my neck. “Honey,” he breathes.