Office Heat
1733 Words
CYNTHIA
Her lips were soft and tasted amazing, as if I was drinking the purest nectar of a flower. As they molded together, I couldn’t help but raise my arms and wrap them around her neck, deepening the kiss.
Our breathings were heavier, moans following behind as we felt the heat of each other’s body. My core was pulsing while I opened my legs to let her in closer to me. She felt perfect in my arms, we were truly made for each other.
We pulled away, trying to catch our breaths while she opened the first three buttons on my shirt, passing her tongue on my collarbone before it went down to the valley of my breasts.
Beatrice slowly pushed me down on the desk, getting on and hovering over me while her lips met my neck, her tongue leaving a wet trail all the way up to my ear.
I was glad I thought of locking the door, or someone would catch us in the act. Feeling her body on top of mine was just pure heaven.
She pulled away, getting off the desk and pulling me towards the edge of it as she sat on her chair. I lifted my head up, trying to see what she would do, when I felt my skirt being lifted and her slender fingers rubbing my p***y over the fabric of my already wet underwear.
There were no words said, and they were not needed. The heat of the moment was enough to let us know what we both wanted, or at least what I wanted. I looked up the ceiling, not expecting what she would do next.
She opened my legs wider, her hands rubbing my inner thighs before I felt her wet tongue, attacking my nether lips, making me gasp in surprise.
As if it wasn’t enough, she pulled my underwear down, keeping them stuck on my ankles as she resumed her oral mission. I couldn’t hold it in, sitting up to see what she was doing down there and the sight had me getting even wetter.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this, her lips felt good as she sucked on my c******s, making me explode in a wave of orgasms. Biting my lips to hold back a moan, I laid back on the desk, trying to catch my breath from such an amazing torture.
Beatrice pulled my underwear back on and stood up, walking around the desk to face me before her lips met mine in a soft kiss. I tasted myself, loving the release I had in her mouth.
“You taste amazing, Cynthia,” she whispered as I smiled up at her before I got off the desk, pulling my skirt down, buttoning my shirt and fixing my hair so no one suspected what happened between us.
“It was… perfect. Would you let me do the same for you?” I asked, hoping she’d let me. I wanted to return the favor.
“No, that’s okay. Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen. Now, go home and get your luggage. I’ll be here so we can leave,” she replied, not looking straight into my eyes.
Did she regret doing this to me?
“Of course. Nothing happened here. I guess I’ll see you later, then.”
Not showing how upset I was, I took a deep breath, smiled at her and walked out of the office. I picked my things from my desk, a little rough when Hilma looked at me with a frown on her face.
“Are you okay, dear?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m fine. Um...Miss Santiago sent me home to get a few things, but I’ll be back soon. See you later, Hilma!” I waved, hitting the elevator button as fast as I could, not that it would make it get up here faster, but I wanted to leave this building now.
The door finally opened, and I hit the close button, leaning against the steel wall as I thought of what Beatrice did to me. I closed my eyes and saw lust in hers while she went down on me, leaving me wanting more.
I was so lost in thoughts, I didn’t realize the elevator door opened, hinting at me that I arrived on the first floor. Smiling at the confused employees standing in front of it, I walked out and onto the street.
I left the car in my apartment garage, just like I did last night when I went to Beatrice’s apartment. Taking another cab, I made it back home in no time.
“Hello, my dear!” Mom greeted me with a big hug, squeezing me until I was almost out of breath.
“Hey, Mamá.”
You guys are still here, I thought. I wondered how much longer would they be here, and why did they insist on staying in my apartment instead of going to a hotel like a normal tourist.
Oh, wait. They’re not here for pleasure. They’re here to abduct Beatrice and use her for leverage.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I just came here to get my luggage. My boss has a very important business meeting abroad and asked me to go with her,” I half lied, since the trip was anything but a business meeting.
“Oh, when are you coming back? We were hoping to spend more time with you before your father and I got down to business.”
Hearing mom say those words irked me. I still couldn’t believe they would go as far as hurting an innocent person, all to get revenge on someone else.
But I think that’s how they work. No going back, no remorse.
“I’m not sure. But I hope you’re still here by the time I come back. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. I can even leave you my spare keys.”
Why was I doing this? If I left them my keys, they would probably ruin my apartment or invite despicable people here.
But Beatrice’s safety was more important, and I knew she would be better with her family back in Italy.
I hurried into my room, my hands sweating as nerves threatened to give me away. Picking up my luggage, I walked towards my door and hugged my parents’ goodbye.
But when I was about to leave, my father grabbed me by the arm tightly, making me wince.
“Are you sure you’re not going with her on a pleasure trip?” he asked with a smirk. I knew what he meant, and I was relieved he didn’t suspect anything.
“You caught me, Papá. We are going on a business trip, but I was hoping we could have something on the side,” I smiled, still thinking about this morning in her office.
“Okay. Have fun,” he said, kissing my forehead before I finally made it out of the apartment. I quickly hailed a cab and as soon as I was in, I breathed in relief. We just needed to leave New York and I hoped God gave me the courage to tell Beatrice the reason for my request of leaving earlier than planned.
I sat on my desk and got everything set up before we could leave. The day had gone by in a blur and before long, Beatrice walked out of the office, heading straight to my desk.
“Are you ready?” she asked, her mood suddenly feeling different. A bit sour.
“Yes, I am. Let me just get my purse. The luggage is inside the car that will take us to the airport,” I replied, following her to the elevator after saying goodbye to Hilma.
“Mark will take care of everything. I already talked to him earlier and if he needed anything, to call me,” I added as we got in the elevator.
“Miss Martinez, let me remind you that this is a trip to attend a baptism. Not to work. Mark knows what he has to do, and if he runs into any trouble, he and Hilma will know how to handle it themselves. So starting now, stop worrying about your duties,” she replied, shocking me when she called me by my surname.
Why was she acting all professional and a bit rude?
We got into the car that would take us to the airport, where we would take a private plane to Italy.
The ride was mostly silent, when I noticed her take a letter out of an envelope. I looked with the corner of my eye, but despite it being in big letters, I couldn't make out what it read.
“May I ask what that is?” I asked, curiously when she crumpled the paper in a ball.
“Nothing that concerns you, Miss Martinez,” she replied, looking out the car window. Her jaw clenched as I raised my hand to stroke her cheek.
But I didn't get too far. She held my hand before I could even touch her while looking straight into my eyes with a serious expression.
“Don't do it,” she warned, putting my hand back on my lap.
My heart ached at her rejection, but I wasn't going to give up.
“Are you mad at me about something? Do you regret what happened between us?” I asked, getting her attention. I felt like nothing compared to her. What if she just wanted to release her frustration on me?
“Cynthia,” she mentioned my name this time, sending butterflies in my stomach like a high school girl feels, “what happened between us was a mistake. I was just lost in the heat of the moment, that's all.”
There it goes, the stab in my heart.
I smiled at her, nodding in understanding before I looked out the window to hide my tears.
She regrets it. She didn't even mean any of it and that broke my heart.
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