Page 36 of My Weakness

“Oh, just to say that I’ll drop the charity donation forms to you this week. I need a couple signatures before I can process the payments.”

“Sure, whenever they’re ready.”

“Well, catch you later, then.” She turns on her heel and struts away, but not before sending me a glance over her shoulder.

Fuck’s sake. Trust me, Nina, you’ve not got a chance with me.

***

“Knock, knock.”

I look up at the most beautiful woman to exist and breathe a sigh of relief. “Hey, baby.”

A part of me had wondered if she would try and bail out of lunch, I nearly told her I was coming to her.

“I brought paninis.” My stomach grumbles at the delicious smell that drifts into my office.

“Lock the door behind you.” Her gaze shoots to my own. “I plan on having desert after, and unless you want someone to walk in on me eating you out on my desk, I suggest you lock the door.”

She reaches behind her and I hear the click of the lock.

“Good girl.”

I push my paperwork aside and pat the space in front of me. My hands find her hips the minute she sits down and I give her a squeeze as my head falls to rest on her thighs. Her fingers weave through my hair and it feels so good I can’t help the groan that leaves me.

“You like that, huh?” she whispers.

“I like everything you do.” My stomach grumbles again and she chuckles at the sound.

“Well, let me feed you, then I’ll take care of you another way.” Her smirk promises me all sorts of trouble. Reaching into the bag she pulls out the food and we dig in.

“Has it been quiet today?” she queries as she finishes her first mouthful.

“I’ve actually been quite productive. Stopped by a site this morning to check progress, I’ll take you to see it soon.” It is, after all, the house she’ll be living in. With me. “I’ve also managed to get a lot of admin done which I’d been putting off. I’m not sure everyone in the office has been the same, though, I think quite a lot of them went out after the awards.”

“You didn’t want to join them?”

“No, I didn’t. I much preferred what we got up to. Just like I’m going to prefer what I’ll be eating after this.” I gesture to the panini in my hand. She’s going to taste much sweeter.

“You’re insatiable,” she mumbles as she takes another bite of her food.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you.”

She gives me a look like I’m talking shit, but she doesn’t realize how addictive she is. I’ll be sixty-years old and still taking her three times a day, I can guarantee it.

I take my last mouthful of lunch and decide to show her just how delicious I think she is. I push her legs apart — thankful she’s wearing a skirt — and expose the black lacy thong she slid on this morning. My hands skate under her skirt, hook into the waistband of her thong and slide it down her legs. I bring it to my nose, inhaling her musky scent, then slip them into my pocket; I’ll be getting my fix of her for the rest of the day.

“You’re not keeping those,” she gasps.

I merely raise my eyebrow at her. “Watch me.”

She gasps for a whole other reason as I push her onto her back and lick a path from her asshole to her clit.

“What should I eat today, pipsqueak, your delicious cunt or your ass?”

“Oh God,” she moans.

“I think maybe your ass could use some attention after last night. Let me kiss it better for you,” I mumble into her skin as I begin to lick that tight ring of muscle.