Lenora and Desmond pt4

-Lenora-

I tipped my head back and that's when I saw the security cameras blinking red and green all pointed at us. 

Whoever was behind the CCTV in the security office was most definitely gooning in his seat. 

I'd finally stopped shaking, and we were both slumped against each other, breathing hard. 

Then he pulled away and held me up. 

“We have to go clean up, you're a mess.” He took my hands and led me to the bathroom. I looked at each of the executive doors as we passed. We were so lucky that none of them came out to investigate the squelching noises in the hallway. If they did, he'd have been fired. 

“How long has this been going on?” He asked in the cab we boarded to our shared apartment. 

I tore my eyes away from the scenery passing by my window. “Huh?”

“The thing between my boss and you,” his voice took an edge. I swallowed. Why couldn't he just stop thinking about it?

“Just recently,” I lied. He wouldn't be able to bear the truth. It's been going on for more than six months now, and almost all our meet ups were in his boss's office, always during the work hours. 

Mr. Sinclair didn't care if he was loud, and Desmond’s office was directly under his. He didn't know all the funny sounds he'd been hearing from above for the past six months was probably me, whimpering, moaning, begging for more. 

And sure enough, because the next thing he said was, “that man is a notorious womaniser Lenora. He's fucked all sorts of women ever since I started working there six months ago.” He reached for my hand. “Don't take this to heart, but we’d have to run tests on you, to make sure you haven't caught anything.” 

I nodded. Anything to assure him. 

But sincerely, if he was just finding about this now, he had to be slow. 

Because how did he think I was able to cover half of the rent, still fund groceries every other day of the week, and pay almost half of the bills when all I had was a meagre cleaner job for a rundown station mart? 

He squeezed my hands and I looked back at him. “Promise me that you won't sleep with him again.” 

I squeezed his hands back. “Sure,”

As I let go of his hands, a notification pinged in my phone. It was a wired transfer from S.E.H holdings. 

The narration was; part payment for the student loans and money for equipment for your food content. 

I sighed and turned down the phone. 

Mr. Sinclair. 

The cab stopped by the apartment building. 

It was six p.m.

In two hours, I had an appointment with Mr. Sinclair. After the appointment, he'd wire me the rest of the student loans and the rent for the house. 

I couldn't dare cancel because the many loans I had was choking me.

When we reached our apartment, he locked the door from the inside, grabbed my arms and I was smacked flat against his chest. 

I giggled. “What now?”

He placed a finger on my lips. “Who told you I’m done with you.” 

I gasped as his lips pressed against the sensitive spot on my neck. 

“Desmond,” I whimpered, his kisses trailing from my neck to my cleavage, his hands pulling down my panties. 

He tore them apart in one snap, just as he dipped to kiss me there. 

I barely had time to register what was happening before he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I shoved his trousers down and his hardened cock bobbed into view. In the next breath, he slammed inside me with one hard thrust.

"Fuck," he groaned, head falling forward to rest against my shoulder. "You feel so fucking good."

I moaned with each thrust, my hands scrabbling his back to have a grip as he slammed me repeatedly against the wall.

And gawd, he was hitting that spot deep inside me, making stars burst behind my eyelids.

"Harder," I begged, biting down on his shoulder to stifle my cries. "Fuck me harder!"

The hallway filled with the lewd sounds of squelching, skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts of pleasure. I was sure our next door neighbor had called the cops for the noise being made. 

"Who do you belong to?" His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat.  

"Say it!" He grunted, breathing on my neck. 

"Yours!" I sobbed, my nails raking down his back as he slammed into me. "I belong to you, Desmond! Only you!"

“god, Lenora, you'll be the end of me,” the snap of his hips grew more erratic, and then with a final snap, he released and I could feel his cum trickling down my walls. 

I slumped against the wall, spent. 

He buried his head in my neck and kissed me softly. We stayed like that for a moment, bodies shaking and chests heaving as we caught our breath. Slowly, he lowered me back to the floor, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, cupping my face tenderly. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Tears ran down my eyes as I shook my head. Gosh. I knew he loved me. He loved me like I was his oxygen. 

But even as I knew that, this night I was gonna drug him as I usually did to put him in a deep sleep while I'd sneak outside to fuck his boss.

 I leaned into his gentle touch as he stroked my chin. "I didn't," I assured him. "I deserved that."

Desmond was everything I wanted in a man. 

He was tall, dark, muscular, and so damn good looking he made women salivate him all the time. 

What he lacked in money, he made up in looks. 

And it wasn't that he was lazy, he was the most hard working I've ever seen in a man. But life had dealt both of us hard cards, and we just had to persevere with the circumstances hoping for a better life.

He already had a lot of his shoulders. His mother's bad health and medical bills were already weighing him down. I couldn't add my problems to his. 

The truth was that the largest sponsors of my education, my parents died while I was midway through college, and I had to take a lot of loans to stay afloat and at least, finish. 

Now that I was out, I really had to do all I can to clear those loans so I could move forward with my life. 

He sighed, resting his forehead on mine. "We need to talk about this," he said softly. "Sinclair and what happened today."

I nodded, knowing he was right. As much as I wanted to forget about the whole ordeal, I knew we needed to address it head on.

"Okay," I agreed quietly. "Let's go and bathe, then I cook and we talk over dinner."

He kissed me gently on my lips and led me up the stairs towards the bathroom.