Chapter Eighteen
Gavin
My mouth goesdry at the sight of HR in front of our table.
I awkwardly push my chair back and stand. I stretch out my hand to her and she grasps it in a firm shake.
“How nice to see you.” I lie.
“You as well. Working lunch?” her eyes look to our table.
I pull out the empty chair for her across from mine and she sits, while we both move into our chairs as well.
“Yes. We are just doing some research to prepare for our new project that we’re starting in a few hours.”
“Oh, I love seeing departments working together.” Regina gushes, clasping her hands together in excitement. “So, what are you guys working on?”
“We’re just learning about the direction that our new client wants to launch a new branch of their company to the public.”
“New client. New acquisitions are so fun.” She looks at us.
“Number forty-seven. Regina, number forty-seven. Your order is ready.” A voice from inside calls out onto the patio.
“Oh, that’s me. Well, I’ll let you two get back to it. Good luck with the tasks in front of you. I’ll see you both around the office.” She stands and retreats inside.
I let out a breath.
“Do you think she saw us?” Emily asks.
“Um, Em. She was sitting right there, looking at the both of us. Of course, she saw us. Otherwise, the past few minutes wouldn’t have happened.”
“Idiot. You know what I mean. Do you think she saw us canoodling?”
“Canoodling? What are you, a woman from the 1950s? Canoodling. No, dear, I do not believe that she saw us,” I tease.
“How can you be so sure?”
“She didn’t act like she was prying. She acted like any normal person who bumped into two people having a lunch meeting. Besides, we have physical proof of the fruits of our labor. Look, the website is still pulled up. We’re good. We weren’t lying. We have been working in the middle of a canoodle here and there. But to anybody that may happen to us, it just looks like we’re both working. I swear.”
“We should go.” She puts her stuff in her shoulder bag.
I signal for the check and hand her my credit card upon her approaching our table.
“My place?” she asks.
She movesto her knees and her fingers fumble with my belt as she pulls my cock out. The sight is one to behold, with the moonlight behind her. She pulls my slacks down my hips and the pants fall to the floor as my cock springs. She grasps my shaft and pumps while suctioning my cock into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth making me harder, as if that was possible. Her hand pumps with her lips following with my hands, fighting the urge to push her head down so she’s gagging on me. She works my cock like it’s a lollipop, fitting as much of it into her perfect mouth as she can. Her cheeks hollow out with her hands on my hips.
I’m not going to last long, as I pull out of her mouth and pull her up, simultaneously turning her around. She grabs onto the ledge of the balcony and I step up behind her. I look at our surroundings and no one can see us. As I pull her panties down and spread her legs. I bend to my knees. It’s my turn to have a taste while I tongue fuck her from behind. I dig into her pussy, and with my tongue, spread her lips. Moments later, I stand, fist my cock, and pump my shaft twice before wetting the crown with her wetness. I sink the tip in and pull it out several times before she pushes back and her pussy swallows my cock. I wrap around her hips and pump into her, long and languid pulls while her knuckles go white from gripping the balcony wall. I take her hips in my hand and piston into her. My hands move up and I grip her shoulders while I fuck her. She’s pushing back into me, just as much as I’m pushing into her.
I reach down her thigh and pull her leg up so her foot is against my waist. I grab her by the ankle and push it out, opening her in the best of ways as I fuck her. I let go of her leg and pulled her body against mine, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around the front of her throat.
“Play with your clit,” I tell her in between thrusts as she complies.
With her free hand, she reaches around and pulls at my hips.
“Faster,” she whispers.
I pull out of her and spin her around. I grab the towel that is sitting on the chair and place it behind her, then push her against the balcony. I look around again and don’t see anyone before I push my cock into her. I hitch her leg up and with my other hand on her lower back, make sure that her back doesn’t rub against the balcony. I fuck her hard. I’m erratic, but I can’t help myself.
“I’m coming,” she whispers into my mouth.
As if those were the words that I needed to hear to allow my release, we come together.