*Hazel*
“How odd,” Carol exclaims, “Are we out of electricity?” She walks to the door and tries the light switch, it’s not responsive.
“I’ll go check,” Mr. Jones says, getting to his feet and out the door.
I feel my eyes prickle and see their green glow reflected in the black screen. I hurriedly look down, keeping my head low.
“I need to refresh,” I mutter half running out of the room. I go straight to the women’s washroom, I check that all the stools are empty, only then I dare look in the mirror at my green glimmering eyes. What’s happening?
The door opens and closes fast, I turn to see Derek standing near the door, studying me. He locks the door, then takes a few steps toward me. “Are you ok?” he asks, concern written all over his face.
“Why are you here? You are the last person I want to see right now. Please, leave.” I can’t keep the venom from my words. I am so angry at him for flirting with Carol right in front of me, after avoiding me for two weeks.
“Why are you angry with me?” he asks, sincerely confused.
I refuse to entertain him; I go for the door, not wanting to be in this small room with him, but he catches me by my hips and blocks my path.
“Kitten, talk to me,” he pleads, half orders, sounding frustrated.
If he wants to know this badly, then I’ll better tell him!
“You want to know why? You are an asshole; that’s why!”
I try to keep my voice even, instead of yelling it to his face, not wanting to be overheard by my colleagues stationed nearby. He looks surprised by my outburst.
I place my palms on his chest to try to push him away from me, but he’s not having it, instead, he strengthens his hold on my hips and pulls me even closer.
“Would you mind explaining to me why I am an asshole?” he asks, cocking his right brow.
“Because you like to play with people. Pretend that you care about them, then put them aside like they mean nothing to you. Then you just move on to your next adventure. Like you did just now, flirting with Carol right in front of me, laughing at her lame jokes and letting her pleasure you with those big breasts of hers. Don’t you have any shame?”
I say it all in one angry tirade. I didn’t want to sound like a jealous girlfriend, but it kind of came out that way. Now that it’s out, I can’t take it back. I stare at him breathing heavily, hoping he’s going to let me go now.
Instead, he recovers from his astonishment, frowns briefly, then does something I was not expecting. He grabs me by my waist, lifts me up, and deposits me on the edge of the sink, placing himself between my legs, with his hands on my thighs to steady me. I can’t help staring at him, baffled by his move.
“For starters” he begins, pausing for a second or two “the only breasts I want to be pleasured by are yours,” he says with a smirk. I feel the urge to hit him, but I want to hear what else he’s going to say.
“I was not flirting with Carol, I was just trying to be polite, and not make the situation awkward. Plenty of women have tried to seduce me, I have learnt that it’s better pretending to play along instead of causing a scene.”
I scoff. “Right, so I should learn to play along too, while you have fun with these women who want to seduce you.”
“That’s not what I said,” he says frowning and looking a little helpless. “I mean that they are nothing to me, and if it makes you feel better, I will refuse Carol more firmly from now on. I will let her know that I am already taken, and that she should keep her tits to herself.”
“Please, don’t do this on my account. It is clear you don’t care about me. So why waste this opportunity?” I say bitterly.
“Why would you think that? You are the most important person to me; you are my mate. I have been thinking about you every single minute of every day for the past days. I was so excited to meet you today.”
“Who are you kidding? You missed me so much that you couldn’t even spend one minute of your precious time calling me or texting me?”
He laughs. The nerve of this man!
I push him, wanting him to let me go, instead he slides his hands slowly up my thighs to my waist, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake, and presses himself closer, until the bulge in his pants is pressing right on my core. I feel myself blushing and hope he won’t notice; I don’t want him to know he’s turning me on.
He grabs my chin between his index finger and his thumb, tilting my head up a little.
“Looks like my kitten has been missing me badly.” His amusement is replaced by lust, his eyes darkening.
“How can I make you understand that you are the only woman in my heart, the only one I care for, the only one I want to kiss desperately and the only one I want to fuck?” he claims, coming impossibly closer, until our noses are brushing, and our lips are nearly touching.
I breathe in his sweet scent, and completely forget about my anger, the only thing I want is for him to kiss me. This time I don’t wait for him to take the last step, I place my hand on the nape of his neck, feeling the softness of his short hair, and bring him down harshly to meet my longing lips.
I feel his lips curve into a smile, then he slides his arms tight around me, and starts kissing me hard, like he wants to devour me. He slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it and I let my tongue play with his, in a struggle for supremacy, until I submit, deciding I’d rather he be in charge of pleasuring me.
He presses his now hardened manhood onto my core in a humping motion, and I moan into his mouth at the pleasurable sensation, while he growls lowly in response. Then he frees my lips, and starts placing hungry kisses down my jaw, neck, collarbone, until he reaches the upper part of my breasts which is on show, and starts feasting on them, eliciting more cries of extasy.
When he squeezes my breast harshly, I yelp out and he suddenly pulls back.
By this time, we are both breathing hard, both still engrossed in each other, wanting nothing more than to take our clothes off to finish what we started. I tilt my head up, wanting Derek’s lips on me again, but he whispers, instead,
“I am sorry, gorgeous, we can’t keep going, unless you want your colleagues to know exactly what we are doing in here.
I blush a bright red, and immediately sober up at the thought.
What am I doing? I was going to have sex with him the office’s restroom, I am insane. What if someone heard me?
I feel appalled and ashamed of my behavior. I can’t even look him in the eyes.
Gently, he places me back on my feet; when I am steady, I rush for the door.
“Wait!” he warns in alarm.