Chapter 20

With the words on his phone tumbling and twisting, Dan’s office became nothing more than dark, pulsing shadows. As his jaw clenched, his heart kept racing, then staggering to a halt.

“Baby, um, can I have my panties back?”

At Natalie’s quiet voice, he jumped. From the darkness, his vision centered on her sleek silhouette. Against the door frame, she trembled in the usual charcoal gray pencil dress. Her thighs were clenching as the shaky fingers of one hand played in her hair and those of the other clasped a hip.

“Did you hear me?” She bit deep into the corner of her lower lip and sighed. “Your cum is leaking down my legs.”

When he glanced downward, her thighs tightened further, and the lower hand slid across her pelvis to press against her crotch. At his eyebrow raising, she gulped and flashed a taut grin.

“Please, baby,” she whispered before distant sounds had her turning to check behind her.

On the far side of the floor, her entourage was arriving, or rather, her old companions. Since returning from Berlin—and the aftermath—she arrived and worked out with Dan. It had been her idea to hand him her panties every morning, then let him take her while waiting for the coffee to brew. Later, she’d come to him, asking for their return, which of course meant having to earn them back.

However, despite her sexy desperation, the text message swirled in Dan’s mind, and he couldn’t focus. Well, he could, but it was a confused mélange of images: Daisy, Natalie, Daisy with Natalie. How? Why? Did he even seek his wife’s return? Why? Why not?

“What’s that?” she said, noting his hand shaking on the phone. “You okay, Dan?”

Instead of replying, he exhaled and slid the device across his desk towards her. After another glance over her shoulder, she stepped awkwardly inside. As she read the message, he took her panties from a pocket and sent them along the desktop as well.

“Wow,” she muttered with her brows knitted while unraveling the lace and sliding it up her legs.

His breathing hitched. She hadn’t closed the door, and as the tight hem lifted on her wrists, he caught the distant voices moving nearer. When he returned to her, despite her puzzled look at the message on his phone, she winked.

“Naughty, aren’t I, baby?” A quiet giggle left her as the dress sank back into place.

“Yeah, you are,” he replied, but found the phone once more.

“Hmm, what you gonna do?” She sent the device to him before turning to close and lock the office door.

“Huh? What do you mean?” he replied while watching her circle the desk and roll his chair backwards.

“Well”—she pressed a hand onto the straining crotch of his suit pants—”is this for me? Or her?”

“What?” He gulped, then eased his legs wider as she slid to her knees between them. “Uh, you.”

“She’s beautiful,” she whispered, while moving her fingers to his zipper.

“Huh?” he muttered as the room started its normal wobbling. No, that wasn’t normal, not as fast as it was moving.

“Daisy. Your wife.” She smacked her lips while tugging the tab downwards, releasing his swelling flesh into a waiting palm. “You still haven’t sent her the papers, right?”

“Nuh-uh,” he eased his head from side to side, before freezing as her fist glided along his aching mast.

“Well, baby,” she whispered, leaning forward. Grip tight behind his helmet, she placed her soft, warm mouth on the very tip. At the slow sinking of her cheeks and sudden suction, his breathing staggered. “What you gonna do?” she murmured around his cockhead, battering it with heated air.

“Mmm, God.” Words stopped as she slid further, taking his bulb into her velvet warmth. The languid drag of her tongue sent fires racing across his body. “Uh, Nat ... Um, d-don’t want t-to ... lose you.”

Soft dark eyes on him, she sank and began her trademark slow twisting bobs. All he could do was gasp and clutch the shaking chair’s armrests as her clawed nails roamed his chest. When she lifted from his shiny knob with a quiet pop, a smile on her face and silvery drool dripping from her chin, his pulse raced.

“But you’re worried about her, aren’t you?” she whispered as the hand gave his mast a languid stroke.

“Y-Yes,” he hissed as the fist again tightened beneath his crown and she tapped it with her soft tongue.

“Well, baby”—she gave his trapped knob another slow swirling lick, drawing a moan from his shaking lips—”like I said, she’s beautiful. I wouldn’t mind, um, sharing.”

“Wha—”

His voice ended in a much louder groan when she widened her lips and, chasing her hand, plunged down his cock. The room flipped, then flopped. When the haze cleared, there was nothing but her long eyelashes blinking up at him from his open zipper. At her slow twist, every muscle in his body tensed, and as her lips rose, again followed by her twisting fist, he struggled to breathe.

“ ... not that weird.” From somewhere below those dazzling black pools, her voice was wet and hot breath blasted his spit-slick tip. “Mmm, I dated a guy who had a girlfriend. She was fun. This time, I’d be—”

“—my girlfriend,” he forced out between stuttering breaths.

“Yes. Kinda kinky.” She giggled, then gave his pulsing dome one more slow lick. “And, after all, I am quite naughty. Besides”—she winked and glanced at his throbbing bulb—”from what I see you kinda like the idea.”