“Lucah Blythe, how may I help you?”
“I need you. Right now,” I said. There was a pause on his end.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yes. I’ll text you when I’m there.” I hung up without saying anything else. The only other thing I needed to do was ask Lilia to cover for me. Just this once.
I grabbed my purse and walked out of my office.
“I need you to do me a favor,” I whispered, leaning over her desk. “If anyone asks where I am, I had to run an errand and I’ll be back soon.”
She raised one eyebrow, and I couldn’t help but grin at her.
“Consider it done, Miss Clarke. Your whereabouts are safe with me. Enjoy.” She sort of sang the last word and winked as I dashed to the stairs and down two floors. To prevent people from stealing supplies, we’d put a keypad on our supply room. There had been talk of installing a camera, but that was voted down, which was the only reason I was willing to meet Lucah here. I punched in the code and went into the room and waited. I kept the lights off and rested against a shelf of paper and other items.
My heart was going a million miles a minute, and my skin tingled in anticipation of Lucah’s touch. I sent up a quick prayer to whomever would listen for us not to get caught. Not that I cared much at the moment, which was why I’d finally given in.
The door clicked, letting in light and illuminating Lucah from behind. I’d kept the lights off in the room on purpose.
“Why, Miss Clarke. Fancy meeting you here. I have come for some paperclips.” He shut the door and walked slowly toward me.
“Hello, Mr. Blythe. I’m here for paper,” I said, patting the shelf behind me. “But there’s something else I might want,” I said meeting him.
“And what’s that?” His lips hovered inches from mine and I could feel his breath on my skin.
“You.” I grabbed his lapels and crushed his mouth onto mine. We only kissed for a moment before he was moving his mouth down my neck. His hands went to lift up my shirt and pull down my panties, my hands went to work on his belt, pants and boxers.
We made short work of the clothes and then his hands were on my bare ass, lifting me up on a shelf as I fitted my legs around him.
“Quick and hard,” he said as he positioned himself.
“Quick and hard,” I agreed and he thrust into me so hard, the shelf rattled and a few boxes of staples clattered to the floor. Neither of us cared as he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust again, causing more things to fall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as he slammed into me, over and over. We both cried out and I knew that if someone walked in, there was no way we could pretend we were doing anything other than fucking each other’s brains out.
“Oh, Jesus,” I moaned. Despite the fact there hadn’t been any foreplay, I was almost ready to come, and I reached one hand between us to speed things along.
More items clattered to the floor and the shelf actually started wobbling a bit and if I wasn’t so in the moment, I might have worried about it coming crashing down on top of us. It wouldn’t be a terrible way to die . . .
But before I could think more about my potential death at the hand of the shelf, I was calling out his name and then he was calling out mine and slumping against me.
“That was completely worth it,” he panted against my neck. “Have I told that you’re my favorite?”
“Not today,” I said, stroking his back. A sharp bit of the shelf was digging into my ass, I realized. It was actually kind of painful. I wiggled a little bit to alleviate the jabbing.
“If you keep doing that we’re going to have to go again.” As tempting as that sounded, we’d already put ourselves in enough danger by doing this once. I released my legs and he lifted me down from the shelf and he pulled out.
“Ah,” I said, looking down and realizing I couldn’t go back to my desk like this.
“They never mention the cleanup part in the sexy books, do they?” he said, looking around for something. “Ah!” He snatched a box of tissues that had fallen and got down on his knees. So sweet. He also pulled up my panties and made sure my skirt was back in place. I helped him with his pants and then we both tried to rearrange the shelves the way they were supposed to be before we came and destroyed them with our fuckery.
“Does it look okay?” Lucah said as we stood back to assess whether or not we’d done a good job of putting things back together.
“Good enough.” I’d gone and turned the lights on so we could make sure we did a good job. It looked as good as it was going to get, so I pushed myself up for a quick kiss.
“Oh, I meant to ask you how the meeting went. I was a little distracted by the need to have my cock inside you.”
“Team Clarke is on top and I had to comfort my father who is losing one of his oldest friends. It was a barrel full of fun. But I’ll tell you all about it when we go home. Right now I think we need to escape the scene of the sex as quickly as possible.” He gave me one more kiss and smiled.
“Good work, Mr. Blythe.”