The Roommate's Baby - Page 5

Instead, she leans closer, so her breasts press against my arm while she leans across me to pour her coffee. "Nothing," she whispers, and now it's my turn for my face to go hot.

My face and my cock. Damn.

"You're a naughtier girl than I give you credit for, Rina," I murmur.

"That's because you only know one side of me, Cannon. The professional side." She lifts a brow, smirking.

"I prefer the dirty, unprofessional side, I have to admit." I reach down to trail my fingertips down her arm, grazing across the edge of her chest. I long to push her against this counter, take her right here.

But the door to the kitchen swings open, and we both leap back from one another as though scalded.

"Hey guys," Lacy comments as she steps inside.

"Hey." I smile at her and nod to Rina on my way out. I catch the corner of Lacy's confused frown, then hear her ask Rina behind me, "Did I interrupt something?"

I linger just long enough to hear Rina's snort of laughter. "Of course not. So, how was the rest of the date? You didn't finish telling me earlier."

I drift away, leaving them to their girl talk. But I can't get Rina's smirk out of my head, or the sexy purr in her voice when she answered my question so unexpectedly. Nothing. She's wearing nothing under that fucking tight skirt.

God, I'm never going to make it until tonight.

Maybe we should take a walk, I text her around 4PM, at least 2 hours before either of us normally takes off. Home. For, say, an hour... or two...

Can't, she replies almost instantly. Swamped. Gonna be late tonight.

You're killing me, I reply.

Her only response is a winking face emoji.

Fuck.

The office starts to clear out around 6PM, as usual. There are the few late stragglers—my boss, Rina's mentor, Jake and Sarah. But by 7PM, they've cleared out as well. Leaving just me and Rina, the last two standing. She's still hunched over her computer typing away at an email. But I can't wait any longer.

I cross the office to stand behind her chair and read over her shoulder. "You should take a break," I advise. "You'll strain your eyes."

She spins in her chair to roll her eyes at me. "Oh, is that the only reason you'd like me to take off now?"

"No," I admit, leaning down over her. I cup her cheek and tilt her head back until her eyes rise to meet mine. "Call me selfish, but I can't wait any longer, Rina. Not after watching the way that skirt hugs your curves all day."

She raises an eyebrow. "Give me five minutes, then we can head home."

"Why head home?" I cast a pointed glance around us at the completely empty office. "There's nobody else here." I trail my hand down the side of her neck to the collar of her shirt. Then I let it drop down to her chest, and undo the top button of her blouse. Her cheeks redden, and she catches her breath.

"Cannon..."

"I've never done it in the office before. Have you?" I lift a brow, grinning.

"I thought we were going to keep this professional," she hisses. But she's starting to rise to her feet as well, leaning toward me.

"What could be more professional?" I undo the next button. She doesn't make a move to stop me. Quite the opposite—her eyes are on fire with lust. She takes another step closer to me. "An office setting, proper business attire... This is a completely professional meeting." I undo another button.

Her lips part. The look in her eyes is driving me crazy with lust. My cock is already rock hard—has been for half the damn day, and I can't wait any longer.

"Though, one party did admit that she isn't wearing entirely... proper under-attire." I grin and drop my hand from her chest to slide down her waist. I cup her ass hard with one hand. She gasps and finally steps forward to press her body against mine, her curves tight and warm where she presses against me. She slides her arms around my neck, and I lean down to kiss her, but she turns her cheek, so I trail my mouth along her neck instead. Leave little kisses and nips all the way from the nape of her neck up to the sensitive spot just under her ear. I bite that gently, and she gasps in my ear, a faint, breathy sound that makes me want to drag more gasps and moans out of her, again and again.

I push her backwards, lift her ass with both hands and plant her on her desk. She shoves her keyboard aside to make room and grabs the lapels of my suit jacket. Pulls me against her and kisses up my neck, her tongue flicking across my skin, driving me wild.

Then my hands are on her blouse again, tearing at the rest of the buttons. One pops off, and I decide fuck it, and tear the shirt the rest of the way off. She grabs mine in return and pulls it open. Buttons fly, but neither of us care.

"I've waited too long for this, Rina," I whisper just before I crush my mouth against hers. Her lips part under me, letting my tongue slide between her lips, claim her mouth. She tastes amazing—as great as she smells. Not going to lie, I'd imagined this kiss more than a few times throughout the years that we lived together. But it blows past anything I could have imagined. Her lips crash against mine, part and close and part again, her tongue twining through mine.

Underneath her blouse, she's wearing a bra I've never seen before, bright red and edged in lace. I cup her breasts through it, squeeze, and feel that her nipples are already hard before I even touched her.

"Someone's been thinking about this," I murmur as I reach back to unclasp the bra.

In response, she shoves my jacket and shirt down my arms. "All fucking day," she admits in a whisper. I let the jacket and shirt drop, and pull her bra off after, then draw her forward against me again, her body white hot against mine as I kiss her again.

"I want you," she says as her hands tug at my pants. I let her undo the clasp, even as I lean down to kiss my way down her throat to her chest, her breasts. I circle my tongue around her nipples, one at a time, licking and sucking them until they feel hard as pebbles between my lips. I nip her chest lightly, grin at the way she gasps again, and then, feeling that she's finally finished undoing the clasp, I stand again to let her push my pants down my legs.

Even through my boxers, I can see her eyes widen at the size of me.

"You want my thick cock, Rina?" I murmur against her chest.

I know I'm large. Some women have trouble handling it. For a moment, I worry that she's going to be one of them. But then she pushes my boxers the rest of the way down, letting my cock spring free, and runs her hands up both sides of it, lips half-parted in lust, hands stroking my cock, the velvet hardness over the steel-hard shaft.

"Fuck, I've never seen anyone so big," she replies, voice soft.

"I'll go gentle with you," I promise.

At that, to my surprise, she lifts her gaze to mine, a grin of challenge on her face. "Don't you fucking dare, Cannon."

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p; I grin back. "Whatever you want." I yank her toward the edge of the desk then, and push her skirt the rest of the way up her hips. Sure enough, she wasn't lying—she's bare underneath. And not just bare, but totally clean-shaven too, her tight little pussy now resting against her desk, exposed to the whole office.

There's something hot as hell about doing this here, in the place where we work every day. I slide my hand between her legs and run one finger along her slit, only to find her already slick with juices. "Have you been fantasizing about me today, naughty girl?" I ask, my voice low with lust.

"All day," she replies, eyes locked on mine. "I couldn't stop picturing your body." She runs her hands over my chest, my torso, circles my waist with one arm and tugs me against her. "Wondering what your cock looked like. Wanting to feel you inside me."

I stroke my finger back and forth along her length, making the pad of my finger slick with her juices. Every other stroke, I circle her clit, teasing, not quite touching her hard enough to get her off, not yet. She groans and rocks against me. "And what do you think? Do you still want my cock inside you?"

She bites her lower lip and locks eyes with me in a move that's unbearably sexy. "So fucking bad. I want to feel you come inside me. I, ah..." She pauses, arches her neck as I graze along her clit fully now. I circle it, pressing a little harder to make her buck against my fingertip.

"You want me to fill you up?" I rock against her, my cock straining so hard it almost hurts. But I don't slide into her, not yet. I keep stroking her pussy, then slowly, slowly, push one finger into her.

She moans aloud. "Yes. Yes, Cannon, fill me up, pump me full of your cum."

"You want to make a baby?" I add a second finger, savor the sound as she gasps again, her chest heaving against mine. I push her harder against the desk, and reach down with my other hand to cup that tight, pert little ass of hers and lift her a little, until she wraps her legs around my waist. Her skirt is still bunched around her hips, and I lever it aside and add a third finger, making her cry out softly.

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