The Ex Games(16)

“Don’t say a word.” Brandon whispered in my ear and I stifled a gasp as I felt him push me forward slightly and slip his cock back inside of me. He moved slowly, not wanting to draw any attention to us.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as I whispered back to him.

“I’m going to come again.” He winked at me. “And I think we’d all I rather come in you, then in my hands and on the floor.”

“Oh Brandon.” I shook my head.

“Just move back a little bit to meet me.” He whispered. “Yes, keep moving your hips like that. Oh yes.” His fingers dug into my hips and I pretended to stare at something on the ground as I felt his body trembling behind me.

“You heard Pepsi shot up 200 points, right Brandon?” One of the men turned around.

“Yeah.” His voice was rough, and I smiled.

“Your dad was happy, said if it keeps up we’ll all have big bonuses this year.”

“That would be nice.” Brandon grunted as his fingers tightened their grip. A devious thought crossed my mind and I started humming and gyrating.

“What are you doing?” Brandon asked casually as the guy stared at us both.

“Nothing, just dancing to the music in my head.”

“I see,” his eyes glinted at me and I smiled at him.

“Do you work here?” The guy gave me a friendly look. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m Katie.” I smiled at him and shook his head. “I’m a friend of Brandon’s.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Brandon mumbled, and I noticed the guy’s surprised look.

“Oh.” He turned back around and Brandon pulled me back so that I was right against him. I felt his body shuddering as his cock slid in and out of me quickly. He let out a slight groan and then I felt an explosion of warm semen fill me up as he orgasmed in me.

“This is our stop. See you later.” The guy nodded as they exited the elevator, and neither Brandon or I responded.

“Do you think they knew?” I gasped as Brandon turned me around and kissed me hard. He brushed the back of my skirt down and quickly zipped up his pants.

“Who knows? Who cares?” He laughed and grabbed my hand.

“I guess not you.”

“Why should I care? This is the best elevator ride I’ve ever had.” He laughed and kissed my cheek. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“I don’t know how either.” I joked and his eyes grew serious.

“I think you may very well be the one, Katie Raymond. You may very well be the one.”





“So how have you been?” Brandon asked me softly at the same time I mumbled, “Fancy seeing you here.” He chuckled and I blushed.

“I’m good. How are you?” I spoke softly, scared that he could hear my rapidly beating heart. My eyes took in his appearance greedily. He looked even more handsome than I remembered, but just as smart in his dark grey suit. His hair looked as black as ever and it was still moist from his morning shower. He hadn’t shaved this morning, I could tell from the light stubble around his chin, and I clenched my hands to stop myself from rubbing my fingers over it. This elevator ride was so much different that the elevator ride we’d had so many years ago.

“Great.” He rubbed his lips. “Sorry about the kiss. I forgot for a moment.”

“It’s fine.” I blushed, not needing to ask what he had forgotten.

“You look well.” He looked me over quickly and disinterestedly. I felt disappointed that he hadn’t studied my body a little longer, or my face, but I guess he just didn’t care.

“Thank you, so do you.” I spoke disjointedly, and it felt weird being so polite with someone that knew every intimate part of my body

“You still look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.” He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I guess you’ll always have a youthful look.”

“Yes, I guess so.” I turned my face away, heat flooding my face at his unsubtle comments.

“So, you work for Marathon Corp?” he asked me casually as we exited the elevator.

“Yes, yes I do.”

“I take it the resume wasn’t faked?” He raised an eyebrow and I stared at him blankly. This was going to be harder than I thought.

“Everything on my resume was true.”

“It’s a good thing it’s illegal to ask for someone’s age when hiring them, isn’t it?” He looked at me coldly and I shivered. All pretense was gone from his demeanor. He still hated me. He still hadn’t forgiven me.

“I made a mistake once.” I looked him directly in the eye. “I’ve never done it again.”