Chapter Nineteen
NINETEEN
Aidan
I stare at my laptop screen in my office, my focus shot.
It’s been that way ever since Micah and I hooked up in the conference room two days ago.
I still can’t believe we did that. I can’t believe I did that.
I yank my tie loose from around my neck and force out a breath.
I’ve never done anything even close to that in my entire life.
Before the other day, if someone had told me that I’d have a hookup in the conference room of my workplace, I would have laughed in their face.
Not a chance in hell.
But it happened. With Micah, a woman who can’t stand the sight of me.
My brain pulls up the image of Micah gazing down at me, her thighs twitching, her chest heaving, her skin hot, her pussy wet…
My pulse kicks up. I tap my tongue on my upper lip, remembering how sweet her pussy tasted…
My dick begins to stir. A hard swallow moves down my throat.
I blink, and all I see is Micah’s pouty, plush mouth. I see her biting her bottom lip. I see her licking her lips…
I remember her on her knees, taking me into her mouth, teasing me, working that heavenly tongue up and down my shaft until I couldn’t take it any longer and spilled down her throat…
My cock hardens.
My hand twitches to pull myself out of my pants and take care of myself. But I don’t because I’m at work and I shouldn’t be jerking off in my office like some fucking heathen.
I huff out a breath. We also shouldn’t have gone down on each other in the conference room.
No shit. But you did. And it was the hottest moment of your life.
I make myself take a long, slow breath. Not like jerking off would make those filthy thoughts disappear. The day we hooked up, as soon as I got home from work, I jerked off. And then I did it again that night in the shower. And again yesterday morning when I woke up before work. And again last night.
And then I logged into my Scribble Share account and wrote a hot sex scene inspired by our hookup. None of it has helped. I can’t stop thinking about Micah. I still want her, I still crave her…
I yank my hand through my hair, annoyed at myself.
I constantly give my brother a hard time about how sex-obsessed he is, but it turns out I’m no better. Because apparently all it takes for me to lose my control is seeing Micah bite her lip while she’s lashing out at me.
I lean back in my chair and shake my head at myself. That’s a hell of a kink.
I think back to how when we were finished in the conference room, I just stood there, staring at her. I couldn’t help it. She had just given me the hottest blow job of my life. I had lost the ability to speak and think clearly. But when I did, I panicked. I didn’t want someone to walk into the conference room and see us. We would have gotten fired.
It was more than that though…my mind was blown at just how insane the sexual chemistry between Micah and me was. I’ve never felt that way with anyone before. Ever. I’ve never had a hookup in a public place. I’ve never had sex with anyone I wasn’t in a relationship with.
But there I was, standing there with my cock out after having the hottest sex of my life with a woman who hates my guts, and it threw me off.
So I blurted out that I should head back to my office. I cringe when I think about how blunt and uncaring I sounded, like I didn’t give a shit about Micah or how she felt.
My chest aches. I did care though. Yeah, we fight and we can’t stand each other, but I cared about how she was doing in that moment. I wanted to ask how she was feeling and if she was okay with what we’d just done. But I was so overwhelmed and freaked out that I just blurted the first words my dumbass brain threw at me.
I picture the look on Micah’s face after I said it. She looked shocked and annoyed. And that look in her eyes…
She was hurt at how dismissive I was.
I was going to apologize, but she was glaring at me, looking like she wanted to get the hell away from me as fast as she could.
I exhale sharply. God, I really fucked this up.
A banging sound behind my half-open office door gets my attention. I hear Dr. Wauncho’s muffled voice. I wince and glance down at my lap. Nothing like the sudden sound of your boss’s voice to kill your boner.
More muffled sounds and grunting. I hop up and walk over to my door and open it all the way, surprised when I see Dr. Wauncho on the floor, picking up a bunch of papers.
“Everything all right?” I ask.
“Oh, yes. All fine.” He winces as he leans up, on his knees. “I was reading as I was walking and missed my footing. I really should know better by now.” He chuckles.
I bend down to help him up anyway, then crouch on the floor and grab the papers he missed.
“Thank you,” he says when I hand them to him. With his free hand he straightens his tie and smooths a hand over his gray hair. “So. I noticed you and Ms. Mila stayed in the conference room the other day after everyone left.”
My stomach bottoms out. Shit. Did he hear us? I thought we were being quiet, but…things got pretty filthy. Both of us were struggling to stay quiet. Maybe someone overheard…
My eyes start to widen, but I blink and rein in my expression, hoping I look unbothered and not like I’m totally losing my shit.
“We did.” I clear my throat and tell myself to stay calm as I try to decipher the look on his face.
He frowns slightly. I hold my breath.
“And did you two use that time alone to work out your differences?” he asks.
I almost choke at his wording. If only he knew.
“We didn’t.”
He sighs. “That’s unfortunate.”
“Uh, yeah. It is.” I study Dr. Wauncho’s expression. He looks bothered but not upset. I don’t think he knows what Micah and I actually got up to in the conference room but I can’t say for sure, and it’s making me nervous as fuck.
He starts to walk off but turns around after a moment. “You know, it’s a shame you two can’t get along, Professor Scott. I know Micah’s job conflicts with yours in a way, but she’s very diligent, focused, and hardworking. Just like you. Under different circumstances, I feel like you two could get along.”
I let out a surprised chuckle. He has no idea how right he is. “I don’t know about that. She is the most stubborn, relentless, harsh person I’ve ever met. We’ll never get along.”
That’s a lie. I know just how well Micah and I can get along when things get hot and dirty…
But I don’t want him suspecting that anything went on between us.
Dr. Wauncho turns the corner and walks off. And that’s when I see Micah standing several feet away, glaring at me…probably because she just heard me talking crap about her. Again.
Shit.