27. Anne
27
ANNE
P ractically jumping out of the car, I run upstairs and drop down onto the couch, Luna jumping on me instantly.
I pet her fur absentmindedly, making her purr. What happened tonight was… wow. I never thought of myself as a very spicy person, but I think what we just did was at least four chili peppers spicy. And his thing didn’t even touch mine.
Ugh, if I plan to do more of that, I should be able to say p-penis, at least in my mind.
Penis.
“There we go,” I say to my cat, letting out a giggle.
I never felt more powerful than riding that bike, naked and vulnerable. His commands relieved some of the guilt I was feeling. I haven’t chosen to be so debauched on my own. He made me.
And I haven’t minded it one bit.
The after part was better than anything I’ve experienced in my previous relationships. Bryce would usually roll over to the other side when he was done, letting me deal with things myself. I thought it was normal, even though my throat would burn every time. I thought it was expected that he was done with me when he was satisfied, but a part of me ached for more.
When Lennox carried me to the bathroom, I held back my tears. The emotions were running high, and it was easy to get swept up in them, so his explanation was like a bucket of ice water. A much-needed bucket of ice water. It was just procedure, what he had to do because he’s a responsible kinky person. Not because he wanted to.
Still, it showed me what I’ve been missing. What I probably deserve.
“Hey, babe. Where’d you disappear to on Friday?” Natalie enters my new office. The scent of paint still lingers in the air, but it looks great and I can’t wait to put my own touches on it.
“What?” Somehow, blood has both drained from and rushed to my face. Pretty sure it’s a physiological phenomenon.
“You haven’t answered any of my texts.” She drops to one of the two plush chairs in front of my desk, wearing a dark blue girl boss pantsuit.
“I-I just fell asleep early. The whole day drained me.” The truth is, I could barely sleep with images of what Lennox and I did occupying my mind. Somewhere around 2:00 a.m., I gave up and grabbed the box he gave me. Since it was after midnight, I guess it didn’t count as two orgasms in a day, but it was close. He would be proud to know that, but I’m too much of a wuss to tell him. “I texted you the next day, didn’t I?”
“As your boss, I don’t think I’m satisfied with your commitment to the company,” she scolds me, waving a finger.
My mind still reeling with my secret, it takes me a few seconds to catch up to her joke. My laugh is strained and fake sounding, so she spares me an extra glance before exiting my office.
Shoot, that was close. Lennox and I haven’t even talked about keeping this thing between us a secret, but I don’t feel comfortable telling my friends about it. I know they would share the same thing with me—matter of fact, they did. But this is so out of character for me and something I’m not quite sure whether to be proud or ashamed of.
I pull up my phone, opening a text thread with Lennox.
Me:
Have you told Connor something about us?
Lennox:
No. Why?
Me:
Great! Please don’t. I’m unsure if I want to share it. So far, I don’t.
Lennox:
Oh, how will I ever keep my private things to myself?
My lips turn up.
Me:
Very funny. but I’m serious.
Lennox:
No problem. You know I’ll always respect your decisions.
That’s another thing Bryce would rarely do, respect my decisions. He would rather try to persuade me any way he could until I would relent. Instinctively, I sent him a heart, but quickly backtrack.
Me:
It’s a friendly heart.
To thank you for respecting me.
I’m not in love with you.
Just using you for your body.
I groan, realizing I swamped him with texts like an insane person. Maybe just the heart would be better. Also ‘just using you for your body’, what the hell is wrong with me?
My bottom lip takes the brunt of waiting for the response before the stupid phone finally vibrates.
Lennox:
Using me for my body, huh? I thought I was the one doing that.
Is this sexting? Or just flirting? I’m equally inexperienced and bad at both. But the thought of him using me has me clenching my thighs. Should I… respond?
Fudge it.
Me:
And when do you plan to do that?
I probably sound desperate, but it’s not like I’m far from it. After having him in my mouth, my core has been aching to get him inside of me.
Who am I? Since when do I think like this?
Lennox:
Fuck, Firecracker. Don’t make me get hard while in Home Depot.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as my chest fills with pride. I make him hard? I type out a response quickly enough not to convince myself not to do it.
Me:
Better schedule my next lesson then.
Lennox:
How about this weekend?
A smile overtakes my face. This week I’ll be working overtime, introducing our volunteers to the new space, but now I have something to look forward to.
A knock snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Meeting’s starting,” Rina chirps.
“Y-yeah. Coming.” I take a deep breath and head to our new conference room.
The room is gorgeous. Encased in windows and light wood accents, it’s airy and open. Comfortable armchairs are mismatched in pastel colors giving the room a cozy feel. I pull myself a pink one since it’s my favorite color.
“Good morning, everyone.” Natalie stands up at the front of the huge desk, commanding the room like she typically does. “Yes, I’m the new boss. No, I had no idea Kiara would do that on Friday. Yes, some of us did know.” She shoots Matt a playful glare. “And no, we won’t be taking it easy. We are diving in right away. Any extra questions?” She doesn’t give us a second to respond before continuing, “No? Great.” Laughter bubbles out across the room.
To an outsider, her speech would make her sound unapproachable, but she’s the furthest thing from it. Which every person at this desk is very much aware of.
The rest of the meeting is casual and relaxed. She’s an amazing leader, delegating tasks painlessly. The only person having a hard time following is Matt, who’s busy staring at her lovingly. Pride oozes from his gaze, seeing his girl doing what she does best—leading.
“Mr. Anderson, could you please focus?” she scolds him after he asks for a repeat of what she said.
“I’ll try to, Mrs. Anderson.” He smirks, showing no remorse for his lack of concentration.
They’re one of those couples that has a hard time keeping their hands off each other. I’ll have to warn them to stay away from the conference room. Matter of fact, the whole office.
I never looked at our old conference room the same after knowing what they did in it. The train of thoughts leads me to the texts I exchanged with Lennox. And everything that happened on Friday.
He made me take control of my own pleasure which was beyond hot. But what I really, truly want—and what I never admitted to myself before—is for him to take over, to dominate me.
My ears start to burn, and I realize I completely phased out. Luckily, it seems like Natalie is dealing with other things, so she hasn’t noticed. In a few minutes we’re dismissed, and I’m glad I have an office now so I can get my bearings.
I haven’t responded to his previous text, so I take a deep breath and unlock my phone.
Me:
How about Friday?
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giggling. It’s weird to do this—flirt openly, but I think it’s good weird.
Lennox:
Greedy girl.
Heat now rushes to my core, and I feel my face burning.
Me:
Just eager to learn.
Lennox:
And you’ve learnt the first lesson so fucking well. I’m going to be thinking about it for years.
I was berating Matt and Natalie for office sex, and I’m using office time for sexting not even ten minutes later. Just a few more texts and I’ll get back to work.
Me:
Is it time to move on to another lesson?
I regret it the moment I send it but it’s too late.
Lennox:
Such a needy girl.
And what would you like to try?
Me:
How about you show me what you like?
Truth is—my one desire is to please him. He already gave me so much, and I want to even the score.
Lennox:
Friday. I’ll pick you up at 7:30.
I guess that means yes. Butterflies erupt in my stomach in anticipation of Friday. I should probably be scared, and there will be time for that, but right now excitement is the only thing I feel. Well, excitement mixed with arousal.