“I don’t know who she is. He’s really top secret about it. But he said she’s hot.”
Did Jack have a girlfriend Britt didn’t know about? She wanted to press for more info without looking suspicious.
“I wonder where he met her,” Britt said.
“Some restaurant where he brought her a Margarita.”
Britt grinned. It wasn’t another girl, but her. “That’s the best news ever.”
“I’m glad Jack is so happy.”
“Me, too. I better drop this off and get back home. Or else I’ll miss my favorite show. And I can’t be late for that.”
“You like home shopping shows? Right?”
“No, home DIY shows.”
“Well, have fun,” he said and walked off.
Britt trailed down a byzantine path of corridors, uniformly lined with matching gray doors with a continual blast of air conditioning from the ceiling vents, making her shiver.
Britt knocked on his door and Jack invited her inside.
“I brought wine.”
He greeted her with a long and passionate kiss, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her ardently. She felt like swooning as he dipped her low for a romantic kiss. It seemed unbelievable that this was her life, a life with a true leading man of her own. Still, as she straightened, she drew back from him with concern.
“Are you too busy? Because I came here, to the office, to cheer you up and chat some, catch up over a little wine. I didn’t come here to seduce you, only now I really want to, but I’m afraid it would be wrong. Like morally, seriously wrong. It’s too soon after everything you’ve been through. And you’re way too busy.”
“Morally wrong? No.
I think it’s morally, seriously exactly what I need. You are exactly what I need. And for just a few minutes, my mind can be totally blank except for sensation. It’ll be the best thing for me. I’m worried and I feel powerless and this will give me a temporary escape. So, basically, any reasonable doctor would insist that you have sex with me. It would be therapeutic.”
“That sounds very reasonable to me, Jack,” Britt said, trying not to giggle.
There’s a dozen people on my team working late tonight.”
“I saw that. I wasn’t expecting that. Want to come back to my place?”
“I can’t wait that long.”
“That’s what locks are for.”
“I don’t have a lock.”
“Want to risk it?”
He smiled and turned off the main lights.
It felt so naughty to hook up with her boyfriend in the office, in theory. But in reality, it also felt perfectly right. She would do anything she could to comfort him. Her body cried out for his, cried out to bring solace to him in any way possible. She loved him so overwhelmingly that she would have done anything for him, not only this simple, sweet thing to relieve his worry for just a few minutes.
Britt kicked off her sandals and held out her hands. When Jack gripped her hands like a man drowning, a man desperate for the comfort only Britt could provide, she led him toward the desk. The room was dim but for the evening light filtering through the blinds.
“We’ll have to be quiet,” he whispered.
The very idea of possible discovery, of the risk involved in a swift, silent coupling in a semi-public place gave her a thrill of anticipation. Britt took the hem of his soft t-shirt in her hands and pushed it up, revealing his washboard stomach, then his muscular chest and broad shoulders. He raised his arms and she stripped away the shirt. Britt ran her hands over his chest, his shoulders, and his arms in sheer appreciation and carnal possession. He was hers, body and soul, and she would give him what comfort she could. She kissed his shoulder, her mouth trailing up to his throat and her lips tugging at his earlobe. He responded with a very satisfactory hiss of breath that made her nip at his earlobe lightly with her teeth. His hands fisted in the skirt of her sundress, hauling her against him.
Jack’s mouth found hers and he kissed her, his tongue questing for hers, his very mouth desperate to mate with hers. Britt’s hands clutched his muscular arms as if holding on for dear life. She had known she missed him in the hours they were apart but the touch of his lips ignited a fiery need within her that she hadn’t acknowledged. His touch was essential to her, his kiss, the movement of his hands, warm through the thin fabric of her dress. Jack’s mouth moved to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Soon, her hands were in his hair, her back arching toward him. He lifted her effortlessly onto the desk. Jack’s big hand closed warmly over her breast, his thumb bringing her needy nipple to a ready peak that ached with want. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and fingers, tugging it slightly, which sent shivers of sharp pleasure rippling down her stomach and legs. She moaned and he set his hand over her mouth playfully.