Conference room door clicks shut. Locked beep echoes. Printer hums outside. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume, thick, heady. Cedric’s eyes burn into mine. We’ve danced this all morning.
I slipped out early from our crash spot—boss’s office after all-nighter project. Pillow and jacket propped under desk. Fake shape. Pink ribbon on his laptop strap. Receptionist hands him my note: paid breakfast, visit memorial plaque by lobby first. ‘And then?’ scribbled with phone number.
The Building Tension
Riddle: ‘See my saint, go where levant leads.’ Lobby plaque: F. LEVANT, died Saint Valentin 1919. Old secretaries at coffee station giggle, point to dusty ‘Chapelle St. Valentin’ meeting room down hall. He chases corridors. Parallel paths. Spots me in breakroom. Topless. Tits out, sun through blinds. Mouse clicks distant. I wave, knowing his stare.
We merge at hall end. Silence heavy. ‘Missed me?’ He stammers about debt. ‘Pay in kind,’ I purr. Lead him pre-V annex. Secret restroom. Deep sink basin. Sheltered. ‘First fling spot, 20 years back. Champagne here once.’ Eyes darken.
Tension coils. Open space buzzes. Phones ring faint. I strip slow. Bladder full. Legs spread over drain. Jet hisses on tiles. Splashes. Fumes rise. His gasp. Eyes locked on my pussy lips parting. ‘Nature, baby.’ Rinse quick. Sink water cold.
‘Join?’ Beers from mini-fridge. Lukewarm fizz. Sink bath. Bodies brush slippery. Water laps. I lean back into his chest. Arms cradle me. Nipples harden. Cold? No. Lust. Fingers circle tits. Pinch. Breathe ragged. ‘Watch me.’ Hand teases navel, jewel piercing glints. Hesitates. Then dives. Fingers rub clit. Moans echo. Body tenses. Orgasme crashes. Cries sharp.
The Explosive Release
‘Thanks. Second one you gave.’ Last night, fingered myself hearing his breaths. Today, gaze ignited. He throbs against me. ‘Touch? Taste?’ Perfume clings wet skin. Coffee wafts under door.
Dinner: breakroom sarnies. Chat light. Sun dips. Prep ‘bed’: mats on conference carpet. Journal scribble. Sad eyes. Hold me. Tears salt lips. ‘Bain de minuit!’ Strip again. Sink splash war. Laughs bubble. Cold shock. Tits bounce. Naked dry-off.
Sacks unzip. Roll close. Cheek kiss. ‘Hold tight.’ But tension snaps.
His hands roam. ‘Fuck me now.’ Sink edge digs ass. Legs wrap. Cock slams in. Raw. Wet slaps echo. Printer drones cover. ‘Harder, risk it.’ Desk creaks near. Thrusts pound. Grips tits. Dirty: ‘Your pussy milks me.’ Clit grinds. Cum builds. Door rattle fake? Adrenaline spikes. I shatter first. Squirts tiles. He floods deep. Grunts low.
Panting. Adjust skirt. Wipe thighs discreet. Lipstick fix. Mirror glance. ‘Meeting now.’ Door unlocks. Beep. Stride out. Open space stares. Smile pro. He follows dazed. Coffee fresh. Perfume lingers. Mask perfect. Lust hides deep.