登入CHAPTER FOURThe LobbyI didn’t get off the table.Grant came back from the window with his shirt open and Nadine’s lipstick on his throat. He looked at me on my side, Ian still half on me, Ben catching his breath against a chair, and he stroked himself once.“Turn her over,” he said. “I haven’t had her ass.”Ian shifted. I rolled onto my stomach and let my legs hang off the edge. The wood was sticky under my breasts. Grant spat into his hand, worked it over his cock, and pressed against my ass. Ben had opened me already. Grant sank in easier than Ben had, and he groaned when he bottomed out.“Christ, you’re soft.”“Don’t narrate it,” I said into my arm. “Fuck me.”He did. Deep, a little mean, one hand on the back of my neck. Nadine climbed onto the table in front of me and sat with her knees apart. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I put my mouth on her and licked, slow, while Grant fucked my ass. She tasted like come and skin. She held my hair and rolled her hips against my tongue.T
CHAPTER THREEThe Long TableThe conference room did not look like a conference room anymore.Helen was on her back on the near end of the table, blouse hanging off one arm, skirt gone. Mark was between her legs, fucking her in long strokes, and Cole had come around to her head. She had Cole’s cock in her mouth and one hand on his thigh. Every time Mark pushed, she took Cole deeper and made a wet sound around him. Her other hand was between her own legs, two fingers alongside Mark, rubbing herself.At the window, Nadine was bent over the side table with Grant behind her. He had two fingers in her ass and his cock in her pussy, and she was holding the window frame and talking him through it in a flat voice, as if she were reading a list. “There. Don’t pull the fingers out. Slower on the—yes. Like that.”Two people from accounts had come in from the corridor. I knew their faces and not their Thursday habits. The man, Peter, had a woman from payroll over the back of a chair, her underwea
CHAPTER TWO: The New OneI came out from under the table with Raphael’s come still sliding down my thigh and my skirt rucked at my waist. The room had gone loud in the few minutes I had been on the carpet. Helen was in Mark’s lap, blouse open, his mouth on her breast. Nadine was on the window table with Cole behind her. Nobody was looking at the screen.Darius was looking at me.I walked the length of the table. My heels were quiet on the carpet. He sat back a little as I got close, not a full retreat, more like a man making room without deciding to. Up close he was broader than he had looked from the door. His tie was still knotted. His mouth was parted.“They told you about Thursdays,” I said.“In the kitchen. On Monday. I thought it was a joke.”“It isn’t.”I took his tie in one hand and climbed onto his lap, knees on the chair on either side of him. The chair rolled. I caught the table with my free hand and stopped it. Then I pulled the front of my blouse down, buttons straining,
I got to the building at eight forty. The street was still cold, and the glass doors fogged a little where the heat met the outside. Ellis was at the desk just inside, visitor book open, paper cup beside it. He looked up when he heard my heels on the tile.“Morning, Louise.”“Morning, Ellis.”I went past him the way I always did. His hand came around the side of the desk and closed on my ass, a full grip, fingers pressing into the curve under my skirt. He held it for a second. I smiled at him and lifted my free hand in a small wave, the same wave I gave him on ordinary mornings.“Don’t let the coffee go cold,” I said.“I won’t.”He let go. I kept walking. The lobby smelled like the cleaner they used on the stone, and the security gate beeped once for my badge. I did not look back.Mara was at reception with her headset around her neck and a stack of visitor stickers she had not started yet. She saw me and stood up a little from the chair. I leaned over the high desk, put a hand on her
Chapter ThreeColeShe said it like she had already decided, and then she started moving before I could tell her to wait.Turning in that space was ugly. Bags at our hip. The tent sack catching her knee. Her hoodie snagged on my belt. For a second her face was close to mine, close enough that I saw the flush still on her cheeks, and then she was facing the window on her hands, skirt up, the pale curve of her ass in my lap like this was a room and not the back of a moving car.Dad tapped the steering wheel with the beat. Linda unwrapped a granola bar. Neither of them looked back.I spat on my fingers and rubbed it where I was about to go. She was still wet from before, enough that the first press of me against that tighter hole made her arms shake. I lined myself up and stayed there, the head of me kissing that small, clenched place, and I waited for her to tell me no. She pushed back a fraction instead.“Slow,” she whispered.“I know.”I pushed. The head of me sank in and her whole ba
Chapter TwoHarperHe added a second finger when the next song started.I had the hoodie pulled over my lap like it could hide anything. It could not. His wrist moved under the skirt in a short, tight rhythm that matched the hum of the tires. I kept my face turned toward the window. Fields. A barn. A truck we passed and then lost.“Nn—” I bit it off. His other hand came around my middle and pressed low on my stomach, holding me down on his lap so I would not bounce.“Harper,” Dad said, cheerful, “you two okay back there? You’ve been quiet.”Cole’s fingers went still, buried in me. I could feel my pulse around them.“We’re okay,” I said. It came out thin. I coughed once and tried again. “Just cramped. The bags are eating the seat.”Linda laughed. “I told Grant we overpacked. Cole, you surviving under there?”“Yeah.” His voice was rough. He cleared it. “I’m good.”“See?” Dad said. “Team players. Next gas station we stretch. Twenty minutes.”Twenty minutes. Cole started moving again the
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