'What's Emily getting at with that line? Is she looking for a friendship with benefits with me?' I was lost in thought as I dropped off the meeting materials on the desk and headed over to Grace's office.
I gave a light knock on her door. Grace's cheerful voice called out, "Come in."
I walked in to find her buried in paperwork at her desk.
I strolled over, plopped down on the other side, leaned on the table with one hand, and rubbed my temple with the other.
With a smirk, I said, "Morning, Ms. White. What can I do for you?"
Grace looked up, giving me a bit of a scolding look. "Act more professional around here!"
"What's the big deal? No one's around."
"I'm talking about your eyes! You need to stop ogling women. Do you know how many people saw you staring at Mia's chest in the meeting today? Especially Ethan, he was practically drooling when he saw you."
"Hey, that's on Ethan, not me." I shrugged it off.
Ethan was just another coworker. Even if he saw something, what could he do? It was not like he'd come at me with a knife or something.
And if he tattled to Mia's boyfriend, I had nothing to worry about. I could just spill the beans about Ethan's inappropriate touching during the meeting. Plus, I had photos on my phone to back it up.
"Be honest, did you sleep with Mia?" Grace put down her pen, walked over, leaned against the desk, and crossed her legs, arms folded under her chest.
"Yeah, I did." I nodded, not even trying to hide it.
"Then you better be careful! Do you know who Mia's boyfriend is?"
"How would I know? Scarlett never mentioned it at home."
"Mia's boyfriend is a cop, a guy with a gun. If he finds out about you two, you could get shot!"
"What?" I exclaimed, eyes widening in shock.
Grace's words hit me like a ton of bricks.
Wow! Mia's boyfriend was a cop? No wonder he could keep up with her all night. With all that physical training, no wonder he was so good in bed.
"So, I suggest you end things with Mia before her boyfriend finds out. It's not worth risking your life for a fling."
I knew Grace was looking out for me, but I liked living on the edge.
It was just a cop, right? What could he really do?
Besides, if it came down to a fight, I wasn't worried about losing.
"Doesn't matter, her boyfriend's on a business trip for another two weeks. I'll enjoy my time with Mia while I can."
"You're letting your lust cloud your judgment!" Grace snapped at me.
I grinned, trying to smooth things over. "Okay, okay, I know you're just looking out for me. But hey, since I'm here, let's not waste the opportunity. How about you take off your pants and sit on the desk? I'll make it worth your while."
With that, I stood up, tugged her white velvet shirt out of her pants, and slipped my hand inside, feeling her breasts through her thick bra.
Grace still looked a bit annoyed, but she went along with it. She unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them, and slid them off.
Still wearing her white high heels, she kicked them off and perched on the desk.
I squeezed her breasts, pushing her shirt and bra up to reveal her white skin.
I couldn't resist stepping closer, standing between her legs, and burying my face in her chest.
The scent of laundry detergent mixed with her natural body smell filled my nostrils.
With one deep breath, I felt the scents hit my brain and spread through my body, making me feel warm and incredibly comfortable.
"Your breasts are so soft... and they taste amazing," I murmured, continuing to nibble on her breasts like they were the best thing I'd ever tasted.
"Bite gently," she instructed.
"If I bite gently... will your nipples get hard?"
I pinched the edge of her breasts, making her nipples stand out. I extended my tongue and circled around them.
First, I teased the top of her nipple, and Grace pushed her chest forward, pressing her breasts into my mouth.
Soon, I was circling the edge of her nipple with my tongue, round and round.
I reached between her legs with my hand, pressing firmly over her panties with my thumb.
With just one press, I felt a slight dampness. Another press, and her panties were noticeably wet. A third press, and the wet spot stuck to her private area.
I glanced down and could see her through the white fabric, the wet spot marking her clitoris.
As long as I kept pressing and kneading, I could bring her to climax.
I let go of her breasts, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered, "Are you wet? Do you want me inside you?"
Grace didn't answer, but she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close, her mouth kissing my earlobe.
Her warm breath in my ear sent shivers through my body, making my blood boil and my veins feel like they were about to burst.
Then she changed her kisses, moving slowly down my neck, her hands unbuttoning my shirt and opening my collar.
When she reached my shoulders, she stopped and began to nibble gently. "Come on, I'm ready."