K. Lynn - Reciprocity

When I pulled into the parking lot, I held my breath as my stomach clenched and my heart dropped over seeing his usual spot empty. He wasn’t going to be here today. He wasn’t going to be here any more days at all. I wouldn’t have him here, watching over me, brightening my day with his gorgeous smile and his intense blue gaze.

I made my way up to my empty office and sat at my desk, sighing and counting down the minutes until I saw Nathan again. God, I really was pathetic, and hopelessly in love with him. No matter how much I joked about missing him during my days, it was all true. Every bit of it. Nothing was the same without him.

Time was moving backward, or maybe just inching by, to torture me.

It was mid morning when an event popped up in my email. I opened it up to find an all-hands meeting scheduled in thirty minutes. My gaze moved over the piles and piles of work we had, and I sighed. I’d been doing that a lot lately—sighing my way through the day. It was never a good time for a meeting, and it was the usual meet and greet of some new employee to the firm.

Begrudgingly, Owen and I moved toward the conference room where everyone was milling around, waiting for the meeting to start. After a few minutes, Jack Holloway—boss and ruler almighty—walked in the back door to the room and asked for everyone to settle down.

“Good morning, everyone! I know it’s a busy day, but what day isn’t? I’ll try to make this short,” he began.

I felt a buzzing in my pocket and discreetly pulled my phone out, looking down at the message from Nathan.

Things went well. Tell you all about it soon. We can celebrate tonight. Oh, yeah, and you’re beautiful as fuck. Can’t stop thinking about my cock wrapped in your pussy.

I smiled and slipped my phone back into my pocket, focusing my attention back on Jack.

“Today we have a new employee I’d like to introduce. He’s getting back into the courtroom for the first time in a few years and may need all of our help getting reacquainted with the process. He’ll be taking over for Frank Kettle, who retired last year.”

I leaned against the wall in preparation from the bound-to-be-longwinded greeting from whatever pompous ass Jack hired. Frank Kettle was the biggest one I’d ever met, and he needed to be for the position, but he didn’t have to extend that to his coworkers. I hoped this new guy wasn’t the same, but chances were that he was.

“Without further ado,” Jack said as the back door opened, “I’d like to introduce you all to…”

“Nathan?” Owen whispered next to me.

My head snapped up and, sure enough, in he walked, wearing his black and cream-stripped tie, his eyes the brightest shade of blue.

He was too delicious for words, though my mouth was dry due to shock and hanging open as I gaped at him.

“… Nathan Thorne,” Jack finished with a smile, and the whole room exploded with chatter.

I, on the other hand, was staring at Nathan in surprise. His gaze found mine, a sheepish grin forming as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Surprise,” he said. I barely heard it over all of the commotion.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the Boob Squad’s illustrious members performing a synchronized fluff, puff, and tuff for his benefit. Their actions garnered a few strange looks from their peers who were not a part of their elite club.

I was lucky bile wasn’t crawling up the back of my throat—they were so nauseating.

Jack continued the meeting, and fifteen or so minutes later, the room began to clear out. I stayed behind to talk to Nathan, and of course that earned some piercing glares from the Boob Squad.

Once the room was emptied of most people, Nathan approached me, and I swatted at his arm as I scowled up at him.

He held his hands up in front of him. “Don’t be mad.”

My eyes narrowed at him, and my arms crossed over my chest. “Why did you keep this from me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he admitted, his hand reaching forward and brushing through my hair. “It was tough, too. I’ve missed you so much during the day, Honeybear. I hoped that you missed me just as much and would be excited about it.”

“I am, but I’m also pissed that you kept it from me. How long have you known?” I asked, then immediately wished I hadn’t when his eyes grew wide. “Nathan?”

“Jack and I were working on this for a few months before I quit.”

I slumped back against the wall. “I don’t…I don’t like being in the dark like that. We’re in this together.”

He pouted, looking all sad and trying to get into my good graces again. “I know. I’m sorry. I just… I wanted to make you really happy to see me, I guess. And it wasn’t solidified until last week, anyway.”

I snorted at his comment. “I’m always really happy to see you. I just wish I’d been given some warning. We don’t keep things from each other.”

“I know. I won’t do it again. Are you happy to see me?” he asked, his body almost flush with mine.

“I am so happy to see you.” I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tight. “I’m so happy you’re back. I’m so happy I’ll get to see you every day at work. God—you have no idea…”

He smiled against my neck, then placed a light kiss there. “Me too.”

“You’re just happy for the chance to have sex in the office again.”

He smirked. “That’s part of it.” His hands squeezed my hips and pulled me tighter to him. “I’ve really missed that, but I’ve also missed seeing you all day.”

I let out a sigh. “You know you’re not in the clear yet, right?”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

I pursed my lips. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting across mine. “I’ll make sure you do tonight.”

His lips met mine with a soft kiss that quickly grew in intensity. I moaned into his mouth, his tongue lapping at mine as his body pushed me into the wall.

We were both panting when he broke away.

“Better be careful before I bend you over that table. It’s my first day—I want to make a good impression.”

“Well, that would make a good impression with me, if that counts for anything,” I said under my breath, giggling a little at myself and my uncontrollable urges when he was around.

He snorted. Yeah, he heard me. “Minx.”

I rolled my eyes and slipped my hand into his as we walked toward the door. “Like that would stop you anyway. Never has before.”

“It might. You never know. I could grow some self-control.”

I snorted at that. “Yeah, right. You’re only good at growing one thing, and it doesn’t take long before you’re showing it to me and shoving it in my mouth.”

He smirked. “I have priorities, baby.”

We walked down the hall, earning stares as we passed. They were used to seeing us together, just not holding hands and smiling at each other.

“What do you think?” he asked when we stopped at what used to be Frank’s office.

“I think it’s too far away.”

His hand slipped around my waist. “Me too, but at least we’re on the same floor.”

I let out a sigh, then pressed my lips to his. “I have to get back to work, you infuriatingly tempting man.”

“I know. My baby’s such a hard worker.” He grinned, then grimaced and held on to my hand as I walked away, my fingers slipping from his grip as I separated us.

The day was going pretty well, and I smiled as I walked, happy to have my Nathan so close by. I felt lighter with him near. If he couldn’t be in the same office as me anymore, at least he was just down the hall.

Later that night, I moved about the kitchen, dinner in the works, and jumped when the door slammed, startling me. Nathan walked into the kitchen, a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said with a smile. He gave me a quick kiss, then moved to set the bottle on the counter as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

My gaze followed him. “That took a while.”

“We needed the perfect wine to celebrate.”

“I thought we were celebrating with a couple of orgasms.”

He grinned. “Oh, we’ll be doing that later, once we have fuel in our systems. It’s going to be an all-nighter, I think.”

“Think you can keep it up that long?”

His hand slapped down against my ass, making me jump. “Are you challenging me? Because I’d rethink that, if I were you. Don’t make me break out the handcuffs and rope.”

My eyes widened and I smiled. “Ooh, what do I have to do to make that happen?”

“Fuck, stop talking.” His hand slapped my ass again, then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Does my little slut need punishing?”

I hissed as his grip tightened. “Yes.”

He froze behind me. “Why? What did you do?”

The change in his demeanor had me shuddering in anticipation. Fear of his reaction kept my lips sealed tight, while my body was begging for him to know.

His hand slipped under my skirt and between my thighs. “Tell me.”

My heart was hammering in my chest as I drew it out longer. Nathan unleashed was the best, and I’d learned tricks. The more I denied him something, the more the dominant side of his personality took control.

So, I baited him.

“I played with myself.”

His grip tightened, and he growled in my ear. “When?”

It only took two seconds of silence for his hands to become heavier on my flesh. His cock was digging into my back, rocking against me in small thrusts of his hips. The hand that was so close to my pussy left and slapped my ass before returning.

“When did you touch what’s mine?”

I couldn’t see his face, but by the low, gravelly tone of his voice, I imagined he was snarling at me. He would snap any moment, and a fire burst through me at the thought.

“Today. In the bathroom at the office.”

He spun me around to face him, and I gasped at the anger on his face. A shiver ran through me when his hand gripped my chin.

“Did I just hear you correctly?” One side of his lip twitched up, and his eyes turned to slits. “You touched my pussy when I was only feet away?”

My gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes. I needed him to take me. He was so close. After all, he did say he’d make it up to me, and there was no better way than unleashing the beast.

“And I didn’t wear panties for the rest of the day because they were soaked.”

He pulled my jaw closer and crashed his lips to mine.

He could barely breathe as his fury mingled with his cravings for me and for what was his.

It fueled me on as well.

I clawed at him as his teeth scraped down my neck before sinking against my skin, tingling and sending jolts through my body. His hands grabbed at me, pulling my skirt up as he picked me up and walked into the living room.

He set me down and began to unbutton his shirt. “Undress. Now. And I expect you to be sopping for me.”

That wasn’t going to be difficult—I already was. Now I just needed to get rid of my clothes as fast as possible. I bit my lip as I grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. When I popped free, Nathan was already down to his boxer briefs.

He snarled up at me and stepped forward, reaching out and yanking my bra off the same way I had my sweater. “Too fucking slow, Delilah.” He pinched and pulled at my nipples, making me cry out. I was having a hard time remembering which side the zipper to my skirt was on. When I found it, I tried to get it down, but it was stuck on something.

“I’m going to fucking rip it off if you don’t get it now.”

Fuck. If I didn’t like the skirt so much, I’d let him.

I gave the zipper another try, and it finally came free. The skirt slipped from my hips to the ground and I stepped out. He stood in front of me, completely naked and very hard.

His blue eyes were stormy as he stepped forward, grabbing onto my hair and bending my head back, then smashed his lips to mine. I moaned, lips parting as his tongue touched mine like he was trying to devour me. I gripped onto his shoulder and arched into him.

We were both out of breath when we parted, but his eyes were still dark and heavy.

My hand was wrapped around his shaft, lightly moving up and down before I squeezed with more pressure. I licked my lips and looked from his menacing, lust-filled eyes to the bead at the tip of his hard cock. A whimper crawled out of me—I was dying to be fucked by him and the monster in my hand.