10. Big Man, Small Space
CHAPTER 10
BIG MAN, SMALL SPACE
JOANIE
I make a note to research whether three weeks of frequent, vigorous sex can alter the way a person walks. My lower joints might never be the same. Three weeks of being a newer, more limber me. That man has done things to my body I didn’t think it was capable of. I might need to start doing yoga. Is this what it’s like to be a cowgirl? I need to be nicer to my heroines, maybe add joint care and massages to every future book.
Three weeks of us spending every night together, mostly at his house so I can get my Gonzo fix. She’s finally started sitting on my lap. The goal is to get her up to my shoulder eventually, and I’m not above bribing her with treats.
Three weeks of making dinner together, pretending like we’re going to watch television, then ending up in bed...or the floor, or the kitchen counter. One time we didn’t make it past the front door. And I should send a get-well-soon note to his home office chair, because two of us in that old thing was too much. Sorry we broke your back, but he broke mine too .
Colin likes to toss me around and our sex life is...expansive. And we like to use all the available space around us. The whole kitchen counter, the whole couch, the whole king-sized bed. The whole living room floor.
Which makes it surprising when I’m walking past one of the small phone booths at The Base on a random Tuesday afternoon, and Colin quickly grabs my hand and drags me inside. We’ve established that Colin is a Big Guy. And the phone booths here are tiny. Smaller than the sound booth Meredith and Stuart have sex in upstairs. Yeah, that’s right, I know all that happens in this office.
“You need to stay very, very quiet or this is not going to work.” It’s the first thing he says to me when he closes and locks the door. There’s a harsh fluorescent light overhead, a tiny ledge attached to the wall where people can take notes while on the phone, and a generic conference room chair.
I’m a little breathless from the sudden change of scenery. “What’s happening right now?” I blink up at him. He has me pressed up against the wall, the arm of the chair pressing into my thigh and the small ledge against my hip.
He brushes his hand across my cheek and grasps the back of my neck. My body lights up with goosebumps. “I missed you, that’s all.” He kisses me like he didn’t just see me in the kitchen a few minutes ago.
“Pipes, we sit across from each other.”
“Yeah, but I can’t reach you from where I sit, and I need to touch you. Now.”
His hands reach for the snap of my jeans, and he drags them just below my ass. I try to do the same with his, but he grabs my wrist and puts it on his shoulder. “Not enough room in here for us to both get off. Let me do this.”
He gives me a hard and fast kiss, then his thick, rough fingers dive down the front of my panties and find my already soaked slit.
“There’s my Joanie,” he breathes out as he strokes up and down, spreading my arousal. A deep moan makes it past my lips. He presses harder against the wall and puts his hand over my mouth. I almost lose my mind.
“Shh. This is just for us.” His eyes bore into mine, looking for agreement. I nod because I don’t want him to stop, but he better keep his hand over my mouth because there’s no way I can keep completely silent.
He shoves my jeans a little further down and enters me with two thick fingers. I moan into his palm and fist my hands in his shirt. The hard wall at my back bites into my shoulder blades, but it keeps me present. Keeps me focused on the way his thumb circles my clit. I buck against him, chasing my release, but he’s taking his sweet time.
“I want your cock,” I mumble against his palm. I love his fingers, but I need the only thing that can fill me so perfectly. He shakes his head but grinds his hardness against my hip. Colin needs this just as much as I do. “Please,” I beg.
His fingers stop their in-and-out movement, like he needs a moment to figure something out. So I decide to move the agenda along. I grab his wrist and drag his fingers out of me and bring them to my mouth. I taste myself on him as I lick his fingers clean.
“Fuck me, Joanie,” he whispers.
“Yes, exactly.” I turn around and press my front to the wall and wiggle my ass at him. The room is so small that it’s become close and hot.
“God, I love...” He stops himself from saying more, but I hear it in the soft whisper. When he’s ready, I’ll be waiting.
I close my eyes and push my hips further back. “Me too, Pipes. Me too.” I hear him unzip his jeans and tear open the foil wrapper.
“Remember, keep quiet,” he says in my ear as he enters me in one fast, deep thrust. It takes every bit of restraint not to scream with how perfectly he fills me. I nod, but I don’t know if I can survive the feel of his thick cock moving in and out of me without letting out a sound. As it is, little gasps escape me every time he bottoms out.
His hand finds my mouth again, and I clamp my teeth into the flesh of his palm. He hisses and pumps faster. Colin’s other hand finds my clit and he launches me into the hottest, fastest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It stampedes through me and leaves me flattened and breathless.
Colin follows me into the abyss, the sound of him breathing heavily through his nose filling the small room. We stay locked together as we find our way back to reality.
There’s no way someone didn’t hear us, and I don’t think I care. The room smells like sex, my face is sweaty, and I know my hair didn’t survive the rough dicking Colin just gave me. I’m still breathing hard when he slips from my body, and I shiver with the loss of him.
He’s tying off the condom and looking for a place to toss it when I turn around. My pants are still around my knees, but I’m not ready to make myself presentable. He gives me a little smirk when he wraps the condom in a tissue and shoves it in his pocket, tucks himself back in his boxers, and zips his pants.
I wonder if I look as freshly fucked as he does. His face is red and there’s a small bit of blood on his lip, probably from where he bit it to keep quiet. His eyes twinkle with amusement.
“That escalated quickly,” he says with a wry grin.
“Listen, sir. You can’t pull me into a tiny room and not expect me to go directly to fucking. I appreciate that you wanted to get me off, but there was no reason both of us couldn’t have fun.”
“Believe me, I was having plenty of fun with my fingers up your cunt, Joanie. But I’m not complaining.” He grabs me for a quick kiss, and I melt into him.
“On a scale of one to porn star, how ravaged do I look?”
He bites back a laugh. “Ravaged? Really?” He runs his hands through my hair in a futile attempt to smooth it down. He holds up the rubber band he must’ve found in the mess and takes a moment to smooth my hair back into its usual bun.
My heart squeezes with every brush of his fingers, and I forget that we’re in a tiny room with our coworkers just on the other side of the door. I forget that it’s the middle of the day, and I have a few thousand more words to write for the day. I forget that I haven’t always loved this man. That we were strangers and then mere acquaintances, then friends. Because it feels like Colin’s always been there, and that he’ll keep being there, lodged in my heart.
COLIN
Joanie leaves the room first, but not before I give her another kiss. I don’t want to scare her, but she looks like she’s just been epically fucked. I smile to myself, a little too proud. I wait a moment before following her out and laugh at how ridiculous this is, like nobody’s going to notice two breathless people stumbling out of a tiny room that’s only supposed to be used for quiet phone calls.
I tug at my collar, but I’m probably a lost cause. I wish I had one of Joanie’s hair ties because I know my hair is a sweaty mess.
After washing up in the bathroom and making a weak attempt to look like nothing’s happened, I grab my mug. Joanie’s back at her laptop and the prettiest blush rushes up her cheeks when I walk by her. She bites her lip on a smile and a bubble of giddiness rises in my chest.
My phone buzzes with a text.
Shark: It probably smells like S-E-X in there.
She glances up and gives me a what are we going to do about it look. I wink at her and grab a piece of blank paper off the printer, a Sharpie, and some tape. I make a quick “Out of order” sign and tape it to the booth’s door.
Joanie shakes her head at me from across the office, and I can feel Carla’s raised eyebrow from here. I don’t care—I just got to fuck my girlfriend in the middle of the day and nothing’s going to dent this smile.
In the kitchen, Mars sidles up next to me. He bobbles his empty mug before smartly setting it on the counter. “Y’all are not as subtle as you think,” he says under his breath. I smirk at him. “I mean, I don’t think anybody heard anything, but you’re not going to fool a room full of smart people who saw you both go into that booth.”
I slap him on the shoulder, and he stumbles a little. “Thanks for the feedback. I’ll take it under advisement. And if you ever get off your ass and ask out Ivy, maybe you can find a better place when the moment strikes.”
Mars chokes on his own spit in a rush to deny what is obvious to the rest of us. He’s so easy to fuck with.
I refill my coffee and whistle as I make my way back to my desk. Best workday ever.