21. Have A Little Fun
21
HAVE A LITTLE FUN
“ E veryone gone?” he asked when she walked in and put her hands on his shoulders, then leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
Two and a half weeks later, Angel waved to the last staff as she locked the door to the practice. Coy was in their office already working on his notes, but she’d had a late patient she had to finish up with and walked out with Mandy to set the alarm.
“I wouldn’t be doing this if they were still here,” she said.
She moved around and sat on his lap after pushing his chair out some.
“Did you want to come over when we are done?” he asked. “You know, I guess we don’t have to stay here to finish up. I just got into the habit because I like to go home and not worry about work if possible.”
She wondered about that but hadn’t once asked if she could finish her notes up at home. It didn’t matter to her much and she liked the time they got to spend here when no one was around for them to be watchful.
“That is up to you,” she said. “But right now, I think I want to do something else.”
He lifted one eyebrow up at her. “Really?”
“It’s your building. It’s all locked and the security alarm is set. There are no cameras in here that I don’t know about, are there?”
He laughed. “No. They are on the outside of the building and in the front reception area as you enter, which you know.”
“Then we are safe to have a little fun.”
“That’d be great,” he said, his hands sliding under the top of her black scrubs then cupping her breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened. “But this might be the extent since I don’t make a habit of bringing condoms to work with me. No reason for it.”
“Ah,” she said. “But one of us is smarter than the other.” She slid off his lap, went to her purse on her desk, and pulled one out.
He laughed. “Did you decide this today?”
“Nope,” she said. “Weeks ago. I just stuck it in there and figured if the opportunity ever arose I was going to jump on it. Pun intended.”
He leaned back and smiled at her. “Well then,” he said. “No reason to disappoint you. How do you want to do this?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Ride me in the chair or bent over the desk?”
Her face flushed. She hadn’t put a ton of thought into it. She was discovering all sorts of things about her body and loved that Coy let her explore.
“Wow,” she said. “I can’t decide. How about we go with what I started and then another day, you can bend me over the desk.” She waved her hand in front of her face. “I feel so naive flushing over this. You’ve got more experience than me.”
“No reason to keep score,” he said. “I want you to do what you want.”
“I’m going to,” she said.
Once she’d convinced Coy she wasn’t sore, he hadn’t told her no once. He let her set the pace most times, but she wanted him to maybe be a bit more forceful. Didn’t every woman want to feel like the man they were with was losing control?
At least she thought they did.
It was how she felt most of the time.
She crawled back on his lap and spread her knees around his hips. Might as well get comfortable and see what worked the best before they started to eliminate clothing.
Her hands went to his face, almost cupping his cheeks, but softly, her mouth lowering to his.
She wanted the kiss to be hard and sensual, but she always ended up wanting to stay here with her lips against his for hours. All sorts of kissing that she felt she’d never get enough of.
His hands went back under her shirt, then under her bra, feeling her up, and she started to giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she said.
“Something,” he said.
“I just got thinking this is what young people do.”
“I’m young,” he said, frowning.
“Not as young as me,” she said, grinning at him.
“True,” he said. “Do I have to prove to you that I’m not old?”
“Maybe,” she said.
“You asked for it,” he said, sliding her off his hips. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her so that her back was against his chest, then he leaned down and bit her ear. “Tell me to stop.”
“No,” she said. “I want you to do what you want to me. Don’t worry about hurting or scaring me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
It was actually what she’d thought. He’d been holding back.
“Positive. You know how strong I am. You’re not going to break me. Stop treating me like I’m weak. You know how much I hate that.”
His hand went down the front of her scrubs, found her wet heat and then two fingers invaded her. She sucked in a breath and let out a sigh.
“I do know how much you hate that,” he said, thrusting in and out. “I think maybe I have to test it for both of us to get past it.”
“Please do,” she said, her head falling back on his shoulder.
She wanted him to keep moving his fingers inside of her, but he pulled them out and then yanked down her scrubs.
“Bend over some,” he said. “Lean on your hands.”
She did as she was told, her naked ass in the air while she heard the wrapper open and then felt Coy’s cock moving between her legs, finding her opening and thrusting in fast.
Another moan escaped. Might have been a squeak. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was between the angle he was in and the place they were doing this, her excitement meter was pinging an eleven out of ten.
He moved out some and then slid back in again.
Angel arched her back and leaned on her elbows letting him go deeper.
“Oh God,” she said. “I didn’t know it’d feel this good.”
“Touch yourself,” he said.
“What?” she asked.
“I know you know how to do that. You said you did. Do it now. I’m not positive how long I can last like this.”
He was almost jerky in his motions and had even stopped while he was talking to her but went back to it.
Could she do that? Could she touch herself in front of him?
Then she told herself that she initiated office sex, touching her tender swollen flesh while they were screwing was nothing.
He probably wasn’t even paying attention. It’s not like he could see her with him being behind her.
She was overthinking this.
Her body told her what she needed to know and one hand slid down and found her little bud of pleasure that she’d touched so many times while she thought of Coy.
She hadn’t needed to do it since they’d started to have sex. He gave her what she asked for.
But she wanted more now and did as he’d told her to do.
It was better than she could have ever imagined.
His fingers were gripping her hips, he was moving faster than he ever had before.
She was doing the same on her body.
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the office they shared and she knew she’d have a hard time concentrating on anything other than this moment for a long time to come.
She felt her body start to climb, then tip over the ledge. Her breath was catching and it was as if that was all he needed to know it wasn’t long for her.
His hand went around and started to touch her at the same time and she let him take over, sending her tumbling down and groaning out foreign sounds.
Coy was grunting and groaning behind her. More than he had before. She actually felt him coming and she hadn’t once noticed that.
Then he just stopped and held her tight in a hug before he pulled out.
She put her head down and had to suck in some air before she realized her pants were still around her ankles and quickly bent to get them, almost hitting her head on the desk.
She burst out laughing and was doubled over with it.
“Now what is so funny?” he asked
Angel turned and he had his scrubs up and was tying them in place.
“I almost knocked myself silly just now rushing to get my pants up.”
“You could have kept them down,” he said. “It was a nice sight.”
“Sure,” she said, giggling now. “I could trip over my feet walking, but as long as it’s a good sight for you, that is all that matters.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t go there,” she said. “You know I am. I was loud enough for the people in the next building to know. They might have heard you too.”
He kissed her on the top of the head. He did that a lot.
“I lost a little bit of control. I try not to do that.”
“I like knowing that I caused you to do that,” she said. “I want you to do it. It makes me feel powerful.”
“Does it?” he asked.
She leaned back and looked up at him. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and said he was going to have a close cut beard for the winter. That he normally did. She liked this look on him.
“It does,” she said. “And now you know I can handle it.”
“I think you can handle just about anything,” he said.
“Is this another comment about telling people?” she asked.
They’d decided they were going to wait until after the holidays to do it. Coy wanted to tell Spencer in person and her brother was on the road more than home. He’d slow down some mid-January.
Her mother swore they wouldn’t say a word about it either and she believed her. It was nice to be able to talk to her about this.
Coy hadn’t seen or talked to his family much since Thanksgiving, so there were no worries about anyone guessing.
Other than he’d told her his mother had ideas in her head and Angel thought it was sweet. She was positive they wouldn’t have any issues with it, but again, she just wanted to wait.
She knew that everyone finding out at work was what was bothering her more than anything. The fact they’d been able to go this long and not get caught or anyone even noticing was kind of shocking.
Could be the busyness of the holidays was on everyone’s mind more than who might be dating whom.
Their Christmas party was this Friday night after work. Coy was taking everyone to dinner at Duke’s and had a back room set aside for it.
Then on Saturday, he had a cousin’s wedding to attend. He’d already given her a hard time that he was going alone, but she wouldn’t have wanted to go to something like that even if people knew about them. It was too soon for a big family introduction in her eyes.
She was fine with the way they were and he’d get his way in a month or so when Spencer got back to them on when he could fly in for a weekend visit.
She’d like her parents to come too if it was possible. Maybe a late holiday celebration since she wasn’t going to fly home with Christmas in the middle of the week.
Coy had already told her he expected her with him on Christmas Eve and that morning. She’d go home and let him spend it with his family.
She didn’t care if Helena asked her to come too. To her, it was better this way.
Angel was so in love with Coy, there was no way Helena wouldn’t be able to see that. After the holidays, Coy’s family would know. Then Spencer last.
She just hoped her brother didn’t blow up too much.