14. Pencil Me In For More Meetings On This Topic
CHAPTER 14
PENCIL ME IN FOR MORE MEETINGS ON THIS TOPIC
MARS
“ I know she doesn’t want a relationship, and I’m trying not to look too far in the future. But when two people have that much chemistry, that much connection, it’s hard not to get my hopes up.”
I get no response.
“You know what, we’ll take this day by day. If she wants more, she knows where to find me.”
Still nothing.
“No, I know I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, but she’s worth it.”
The otter blinks back at me, rubbing kelp on its belly like I’m interrupting its morning routine. My mind is so distracted by thoughts of Ivy that I’ve managed to smack myself in the nose twice with my board. It’s probably time to call it quits today.
My otter buddy hasn’t been much help, so the only thing to do is get ready for work. If it wasn’t so cold inside my wetsuit, I’d probably be ragingly hard with the thoughts that keep stumbling through my brain.
If there’s any mercy in this universe, hopefully I can keep my body from reacting to Ivy while we’re at the office. But I don’t hold out much hope.
I’m in the middle of writing up some marketing copy for the next round of new skateboards when movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. Ivy takes off her headphones and rubs her eyes like she’s already done with this day, even if it’s only ten in the morning.
I could stare at her all day. I sometimes sketch the way her hair falls across her forehead. My usual drawing style is cartoonish, but I find myself trying my hand at realism whenever she’s my subject. Those are the drawings I keep tucked away at home. My doodles of otters and mugs and other random things are out in the world, left in random places around town. But my drawings of Ivy are for me.
Her shoulders are bunched up around her ears, and the need to do something about it sweeps through me. Good thing I have a foolproof way of getting her to unwind. I remember how her body unlocked when my mouth was on her, when my fingers were inside her. How her limbs loosened and she sighed with pleasure. I can do that for her again.
The question is where. I glance to the stairs leading to the second floor where there’s a handful of conference rooms and the recording booth Meredith uses for producing Base members’ audio projects.
Setting aside my own work and rounding the desk, I tap Ivy on the shoulder. She startles. Her eyes are warm on me, but I can see the tension in her face.
“Hey, didn’t you want to talk to me about that list you were working on? I had a couple things to add to it.” I give her a please tell me you know what I’m talking about look. Relief hits me as realization spreads across her face.
A small, evil smile plays on her lips. She leans back in her chair and twirls a lock of hair around her finger. “Which list? I make so many.” Fuck, it’s insanely hot when she messes with me.
I look over at our deskmate, Tien. His eyes bounce between the two of us, and his brow is cocked.
“You’d mentioned something about office furniture.” I tilt my head in the direction of the stairs. A blush brightens her cheeks, and her eyes go wide. That’s right, I can play too.
“Right. We tabled that discussion. I’m glad you got it up—I mean brought it up.” Her eyes dart to the zipper of my pants and fuck me she is my favorite person. My dick starts to wake up the more she smirks at me. So much for keeping myself locked down.
I turn to go upstairs hoping she’ll follow me, bumping my thigh into the corner of the desk. I wince because I already have a bruise there from the rough waves this morning.
I hear her following me up the stairs, but I don’t turn back to look.
The second floor is quiet as I lead Ivy down the hall. I take her hand, hurrying to check for an empty room. The small conference room near the top of the stairs is occupied, and across the hall Meredith’s studio has a “Recording In Progress” sign on the door. I jog down to the other end of the hall, Ivy giggling behind me.
“Mars, I have another meeting in fifteen minutes.”
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”
She stops in her tracks. “That doesn’t say a whole lot about your skills, my guy.”
I pull her into a dark room, locking the door behind us. “I know your body, Ivy. You know I can get you there. I’ll take care of myself later.”
“But...”
“Shh, get on the table so I can play with your clit.” That seems to put a stop to whatever other objections she had.
“God, I love when stuff like that comes out of your mouth.” She brushes her finger over my bottom lip and I suck it in between my teeth and swirl my tongue around the tip. Her eyes turn hazy and I want to keep that unfocused look on her face.
“Great, because this mouth would like to do things to your pussy. Now hush up and get on the table.”
“I can push my meeting a few minutes,” she mumbles.
I pat the table. “Come on, Ives, you look like you’ve had a rough morning.”
Hopping up on the table, she toes off her shoes. “No seriously, that meeting’s not super important.” She pulls her phone from her pocket and sends off a quick text. “See? No rush. Unless you want to rush.” The words spill out of her, and I give myself a little mental pat on the back that she’s so eager.
My hands on my hips, I look at her, enjoying the bright pink on her cheeks and the wild look in her eyes. Now that I have more time, I pull my wallet from my pants and fish out the condom I put in there this morning. Slapping it on the table, I reach for the button on Ivy’s pants. “Come on, let’s get a jump on some of these benefits.”
IVY
I stare down at the shiny gold foil packet sitting near my hand. I’m a rule follower. A line toe-er. At least in my work life, and we’re here...at work. But I can’t find it in myself to care that I’m going to have sex at my office because Mars is undressing me from the waist down and kissing my neck at the same time.
Yeah, fuck the rules.
His hand dives into my panties, and I moan deep and loud.
“Shh. You have to keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?”
“Not sure I give a shit.” I exhale, jolting when his middle finger finds my clit and presses. He laughs against my skin.
“That’s my girl,” he says, pressing two fingers into me. My hips rock forward begging for more. His girl . My core clenches around his fingers.
“You mentioned something about your mouth on my clit...?”
“So impatient. I thought we had time.” Mars turns into such a brat when we have our clothes off, and I can’t get enough of it. My body hums with the need to beg for more.
But he knows me. Mars drops to his knees and strips my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. I squeak at the sudden movement. I’m left in my top and one sock, making me smile at how he’s so good at making a mess of me.
Mars brings his face to my center, happy growls coming from his throat. “I missed you.” He gazes up at me. “Your pussy and I are going to be best friends.”
I choke back a laugh. “She told me she really likes you.”
“Good.” Then he’s there . He parts me with his thumbs and licks a long, slow line up my slit, and I bite back another moan. He does it again and again until my legs quiver. He fucks me with his tongue, circling my clit with his thumb but never giving me the pressure I need.
I’m so frustrated by his teasing that I’ve completely forgotten about the difficult client I met with this morning.
“Mars,” I whine. “Please.”
“Please what, Ives?” Brat .
I stab my fingers through his hair and grip him tightly, bringing his face back to where it belongs. “Make me come.” It’s halfway between a plea and a command.
“As you wish.” He smiles and twirls his tongue around my clit. My body jolts with the sensation, pressure building low in my spine, sparks coalescing deep in my belly. My arms give out, and I slump back on the table as the orgasm hits me like a truck.
The pressure to scream Mars’ name builds and builds until I can’t hold back, until my body is a writhing, quivering collection of skin and sparks. Mars’ fingers replace his tongue to coax me over the peak, his other hand coming up to cover my mouth.
“Go ahead, scream all you want,” he says. “Let me feel it.” His hand tightens on my mouth. Why is that so fucking hot?
I finally let go, his hand muffling my ragged screams, sending me to an even higher peak. I come and come until I’m limp and shaking.
My breath saws in and out of my lungs, but I manage a laugh at how messy Mars looks. My arousal glistening on his face, his hair sticking up in all directions. He gives me a quick smile and wraps his arms around my spread thighs, dragging me closer to the edge of the table.
He helps me stand, then grasps my hips and spins me around. His hand presses between my shoulders until I’m folded over the table. I love a man who pays attention.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“On it,” he says, ripping open the wrapper and rolling the condom on in record time. I rock my hips even before he enters me, needing to be filled like I need oxygen.
When he does finally enter me, stretching me in a way that lights me up, I slap my hands on the table over and over. I beat a rhythm that matches his thrusts as he pumps his hips. My cheek presses against the cool table, my nipples pebbled and aching inside my bra.
My whole body is a live wire, shaking with the feel of his cock filling me up.
“I love,” he groans. My heart stutters. “Your cunt. Jesus, you’re making a mess all over my dick, and I love it.” His lips part with his harsh breathing, and I can tell he’s close. But I’m closer.
I didn’t think it was possible, but this orgasm hits not like a truck, but like a train. This time I cover my own mouth, biting down on the flesh of my palm as white sparks fill my vision.
Mars drops his grip on my hips and shoves up my shirt. He plants his face in the center of my back and lets go in wracking gasps, his body tensing as he pulses inside of me.
There’s no way our coworkers won’t know what we’ve been up to, but all I can think about is how the word love sounded coming out of Mars’ mouth.