Stay For Me - Megan Smith Page 0,67
good.” Layla says walking out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head.
She grabs a plate and sits on the bed. “So what are we doing today?”
I button my jeans and start to feed the belt through the loops. “Figured we could hit up the outlets and do a little gambling.”
Layla looks away. “I’m saving for a car, Eli. I can’t exactly go spending all kinds of money.”
I offered to help her with a car; she wanted no part of that. Her words were something like, ‘When I need your help, I’ll ask.’ I never mentioned it again.
“How about this? Take a hundred dollars, we’ll go downstairs and play three card poker. If you lose I’ll pay you back.”
She starts to protest.
“Do it for me, Layla.”
She sighs. “Fine.”
I walk over and kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she grumbles.
We spend the rest of the day, gambling, laughing, shopping and having a great day. Around dinner time Layla asks if we can go home. We walk out to the parking garage hand in hand.
“Thank you.” Layla says squeezing my hand.
“For what?”
“Everything.”
I pull her hand causing her body to fall into mine and kiss her. “You’re welcome.”
It was a damn good day to get out and spend some time together just her and I.
Tonight has been insanely busy. Since opening the doors at eight tonight we had a constant stream of people coming in. Cooper and I were both banking for a little boost in business since it’s Valentine’s Day weekend.
“Hey, baby,” Layla says sitting on the corner of my desk.
Leaning back in my chair I put my arms behind my head. “Hey.”
“I just locked up. I’m outta here, guys.” Cooper says from the doorway. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Cooper.”
“Later, man.”
“I’m so glad he’s okay with us being together.” Layla sighs in relief. “Now I feel silly for worrying about it for so long.”
“I promised you he would be cool and you had nothing to worry about.”
She smiles seductively. “I remember you promising me something else, too.”
I bite on my bottom lip. I did promise her something and I plan on keeping it. I roll my chair over and position myself between her legs. “I did make you a promise, didn’t I?” I say running the tips of my fingers up her bare legs.
Layla’s head falls back and she moans.
“I’ve got payroll to finish.” I say between placing kisses up her legs. “So this is going to be quick and then I’ve got to get this done so everyone can get paid on Tuesday.”
“Quick?” Layla asks with a shaky voice as she lifts herself off my desk as I remove her panties. “I don’t like quick.”
“Oh,” I pull them from her ankles, open my drawer and drop them in. “I know.” I grip her ankles and yank her to the end of my desk. “This is just the warm up until I can get home.”
“Damn.” Her desire smacks me in the face.
I slide a finger up and down her pussy coating my finger with her wetness. I slide a finger into her then hook it and hit that sweet spot.
“Oh, Eli.” Layla moans.
I do it until she’s about to come then yank my finger away.
“What the fuck?” Layla pouts.
I loosen my tie enough to pull it over my head. I take my time unbuttoning my shirt. I only get about half way done when Layla grabs both sides of it and rips it open causing the buttons to pop off.
“Whoops.” She licks her lips.
I reach up and cup either side of her face and pepper her face full of kisses. My hands roam down to the collar of her button up. I give a little yank and she yelps as the shirt tears in two. “Whoops.” I flick the clasp of her bra and she tosses it behind her.
After my pants are pushed down I shove the papers off my desk along with the phone, pens and everything else. I gently lay Layla back on my desk and bring her ass to the end to slide her skirt off.
I grab my dick and guide myself into her. My eyes squeeze shut as the heat and tightness wrap around me. Reaching forward I grab both of Layla’s tits in my hands squeezing gently. Her back arches off the desk and I begin to move in and out.
Layla is erotically moaning my name. The desk is scraping against the floor as