15. Coffee’s for Closers #2
Last night I was too caught up in the moment to notice, but looking at him now, I saw that he had a laurel wreath tattoo above his right knee.
Who would’ve thought the quiet nerdy gamer had a slutty thigh tattoo?
I made a mental note to get him to wear some slutty shorts while it was still warm out.
He was truly beautiful, from his untamed curls that had small streaks of white scattered around the front and sides, to those kind blue eyes that saw through me at every turn so far. His full lips and dimples that accentuate them made my knees weak.
“Ma’am, are you gawking at me? I think there may be a little drool on your chin.” I snapped out of it because I, Allie Roberts, was most certainly not gawking at him. At least not a lot… okay, maybe a little.
“I’m not gawking. You’re the one waltzing in here naked! I was merely admiring your tattoo, and that’s all. Nothing else.” I could feel my face burning from embarrassment of being caught, again, staring at him.
“You’re technically only in your underwear, so…”
“You are incorrigible sometimes, you know that?” I deadpanned and turned so I could put my bra on, cutting his view off.
“Oh no, I take it back, don’t turn around. Pretty please.” He walked up behind me and ran his hands along my stomach and up my chest. “These beautiful babies don’t want to be hidden away from me.” He squeezed them to enunciate his point.
I threw my head back against him, “We won’t get clocked in on time if we start this.”
“I simply don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, mimicking the words I said last night, knowing damn well what I was doing when I had arched my ass back into him.
“I can make it quick, I promise. We won’t even have to leave the closet.
Besides, isn't it a boyfriend’s duty to make sure your day starts out well?
I can’t think of anything better than starting the day out with coffee and orgasms.” He bit the juncture of my neck and continued to pinch and twist my nipples, tightening them into stiff peaks.
I let out a low moan and threw my head back against his shoulder, feeling his stiffening length pressing against me.
“It doesn’t take much to get you going, does it, huh?”
“When I’m looking at something as beautiful and otherworldly as this? No, it doesn’t.”
“I want to say yes, but I know we shouldn’t.” He kissed the side of my face, and I should be rewarded for my self-restraint. A gold fucking star for my efforts.
“I want to disagree, but I know you’re right.” With that, I pulled my clothes on, grabbed my coffee from the dresser, and went to make breakfast before I got all my systems pulled up for the day.
Having a separate space for work was one thing I knew I wanted when we started working from home. I wanted a place where I could log out for the day, where work could be left.
My office had a large window that overlooked the backyard, and a couch placed underneath where Dolly loved to lie and sleep or keep watch outside. The ceiling had different plants hung up and beautiful wall art I found at markets I went to with either my mom and sister, or with Emma.
Making my way to my desk, I noticed three sticky notes on my monitor that I hadn’t remembered leaving there. Sitting my mug down and scooting my chair up, I read the scrawl on the pink paper.
You’re the prettiest queen in all the land
I hope you have an amazing day :)
P.S. You have really nice boobs
Leave it to him to be all sweet and then make it dirty. Taking each one down carefully, I lifted the calendar I kept on my desk and gently placed each one under it so they didn’t get messed up. Smiling into my coffee, I pulled up my systems to start the day.
Work went by smoothly, and not much happened throughout the day.
We had one meeting where they announced that we would be having a formal event for the fall season, and everyone in the company was invited, taking place on the first weekend of October.
Prestige would be inviting all its important clients, so this would be the perfect time to network while also having a little fun.
I was also excited because this meant I could go shopping for a new outfit too.
After we both got clocked out for the day, we snuggled up on the couch together and scrolled our phones to decompress for a little. A soft ping came from my phone as a text from Emma came through asking if I wanted to go to the gym with her.
“Did you want to do anything tonight?” I asked as I sat up from lying against him. “Em is asking if I want to go work out with her is all.”
“We can do whatever you want to do. If you wanna go to the gym with your friend, that’s totally fine, I can head home or go with you. I need to get another lift in, but I can give you your space while we’re there.”
“That would be fun! Do you have any gym clothes with you?” I asked, sitting up as I shot off a text to Emma letting her know I was down to go.
“Shit, no, I don’t, maybe after you get dressed, we can run by my place, and I can change?”
“That sounds good! I’ll let her know you’re coming, and I’ll go get dressed.”
“Should I ask Carson if he wants to come?”
“Hmm, I’m going to say yes only because I know you’ll be doing your own thing and because I want to see if I can pry anything out of Em about him.”
“You’re an instigator, aren’t you?”
“Nooo, I’m simply just investigating some. Totally different.” I stood up, and he smacked me on the ass as I ran away to get dressed. I texted Em that I wanted to go, and that Spence was going to come, but would be off doing his own thing with his friend.
Making a quick stop at his apartment, he ran in to change before we headed to the gym, beating both Carson and Emma there.
We parked and sipped on an energy drink while we waited, and I turned on my gym playlist for some background noise.
Ten minutes later, they both pulled into the parking lot, so we grabbed our stuff and hopped out of the car.
Emma ran over to me and hugged me. “Hey girl, how was work today?”
“Oh, ya know, it was work. How about you?”
“Not a bad end to my stretch of twelves. I figured I’d come wear my body down some more so I can pass out and rest the next couple of days.”
Spencer walked around and wrapped his arms around me. “I have an idea how we can wear our bodies down.”
“Who’s wearing their body down?” Emma went stiff and slowly turned around to see Carson walking over to us from his car.
“Em, you okay?”
She spun around a little too quickly. “What? Yep! Never better, let's go inside. Spencer, always a pleasure.” She grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the door. Spencer looked between the group, bewildered, and Carson had his eyes on Emma and a smirk on his lips. Yeah, there’s definitely something going on there.