“I get changed here. Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispered. I was nearly insane from watching and not touching. The look of desire in her eyes made me move closer. Fuck, she wanted me. I had no doubt about it. It was obvious from the way her eyes kept flickering, from my eyes to my mouth. I had been with enough women to know the signs.
I leaned down towards her mouth. “You, looking at me like that…” I traced my fingers against her lips and she gasped. “You’re gonna cause me some big problems princess.” I could not stop myself; I pressed my lips to hers.
My first mistake was touching her, my second was tasting her. I knew I was deep trouble when I heard her sexy little moan as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I should stop this. I needed to stop. This was so wrong and my balls would be nailed if Cam found out let alone Rachel, but Lee pressed her curvy little body against me and all thought and reason flew out the window.
I grabbed her ass, hoisting her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around me as I pressed her against the door, feeling every soft curve and angle of her beautiful body. My lips moved to her neck, my hands to the back of her dress. I thanked god for my choice of uniform as I pulled down her zipper. Screw Cam, I needed this; I needed to get this damn girl out of my system. Once I fucked her, I could get on with my life and not be so obsessed.
I placed her on her feet and busied myself with pulling the shoulder straps of her dress down. Her breasts fell out and I groaned. “Damn baby, you don’t wear a bra?” I ducked my head to taste those sweet nipples. She was shaking.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “My uniform is tight… It doesn’t tie when I wear one.” She bit her lip and I needed more.
I tore at her dress, pulling it up so I could access her. I pressed my hardness against her as I continued my attack on her tits. Her hands were in my hair pulling wildly. I needed no more encouragement. I unzipped myself and hoisted her up. I rubbed the head of my cock against her opening. Fuck, she was so wet.
“Kyle, I’m…” She whimpered against my lips.
“Shh baby, I got you.” I reared back ready to slam myself into her, when a loud knock sounded from the other side of the door. I froze and looked at Lee.
The glimpse of horror in her eyes brought me crashing down to earth with a bang. “Shit,” I muttered, pulling back quickly, practically dropping her on the floor. “Hold on,” I called out, zipping up my pants.
I pulled back to look at her and shuddered. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, leaning against the door of my office panting, her little dress around her waist, exposing her bare breasts and pink lace panties. She pressed her hand against her mouth.
“Mr. Carter, the O Donnell party have arrived and are requesting your presence.”
I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. “Tell them, I’ll be with them in a moment.” My voice sounded strained, even to my own ears.
I couldn’t look at Lee, every time I did; a flurry of emotions ran through me. I walked over to my desk and threw on my jacket. My head was swimming, what the fuck did I just do? I peered over at Lee as she struggled with the zip on her uniform.
I let out a harsh breath and stalked over to her. I put my hands on her waist and pulled the zip up, trying to ignore the way my heart wouldn’t calm the fuck down.
Lee wasn’t joking, that dress barely tied over her breasts. Shit.
“Go back to work,” I muttered moving my hands away from her waist before I was tempted to start up where I left off.
“I’m not fired?” she asked, turning to look at me. Her pink stained cheeks were adorable.
She looked so fragile, I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her. I rebuked myself for thinking like that. I didn’t think like that. I wasn’t that kind of man.
“For now,” I muttered, before I left the room. I had to get away from this girl; she was lethal to my self-control.
Lee
I hid in the toilet cubicle until it was blatantly clear the person outside knocking wasn’t going to go away. I stood up and tightened the hair band securing my ponytail and splashed some water on my face to cool my burning cheeks. It didn’t help. My face and every inch of my body was on fire.
Kyle was Mr. Carter. Mr. Carter was my boss. The same boss who just ravaged me in his office. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. I pushed my thoughts aside and opened the bathroom door.
“I thought it was you in there. Well, how did it go?” Linda stood in front of me, worrying her lip. She looked anxious.
“Okay, I think,” I whispered slipping past her into the corridor.
She fell into step beside me as we walked towards the staff locker room. “You think?” she asked confused.