My fingers slowly trace his nipple, his shoulder and bicep.

“You seem to be close to that fat guy,” he suddenly utters.

I smile at him. “Who? Lincoln?” I try to clarify.

“Yes, I think that’s his name. What did he whisper into your ear on my first day at BM Consulting?” he asks curiously, peeking at my face.

I have no idea he’d seen that. “Why do you ask?” I slightly arch an eyebrow.

“I don’t want him close to you. You have to tell him he’s got only a meter and not closer than that, alright? That’s the nearest distance he can get near you.”

I giggle. “What? We’re working together. And are you serious?”

He lifts my chin up with his fingers to look him in the eye. “I’m serious, Prosalie. Or else, I’m going to fire him if he breaks that rule.”

“Hey, you can’t do that!” I protest.

“Hell I can!” he counters.

“That’s so silly! We work together and he’s basically my boss.”

“I’m the only boss around you. Don’t forget that.” He looks smug. He must be really serious.

“What’s your fucking problem?” I get irritated all of a sudden, forgetting that I still ache in my femininity. I slightly wince as I sit up. Now I know that he’s bossy and a demanding boss at that, but this thing about Lincoln is just nonsense. How can I tell Lincoln to stay away from me, to stay a meter away exactly?

Antwan sighs. He pulls me toward him by hooking his arm to my neck. “You’re mine and no one is free to get near you, colleague or not. Do you understand?”

I just look at him, speechless.

His thumb caresses my lips that are marginally parted. “These are mine.” His fingers gently touch my face and ear, down my neck. “These are mine.” He then tackles me, making me lie on my back. His hands together with his eyes travel down my breasts, stomach and abdomen. “These are all mine.” Then his hand cups my damp and aching center. “Especially this. It’s mine!”

I gasp as his fingers move inside my womanhood. I reach out to pull his head and kiss his mouth.

“Fine! I’m yours… and you’re mine. That’s just about fair,” I announce in between kisses. “Now that we’re talking about ownership,” I reach down to stroke his erection. I can’t almost believe he’s so hard again after that performance. “This is mine as well. Remember that.”

I feel him smile against my lips.

“From now on, I can fuck you whenever I want, however I want, wherever I want,” he declares.

“Fine by me and the same goes for me. That’s just fair!” I moan as he sinks into my depths again.

***

“Conference room. Now.”

I read Antwan’s text message during my break time one day. He tells me to go the conference room. I look around the office, and everyone seems to have vacated the place. Right. Break time for them, too.

I head toward the conference room, which is at the end of the hall. I step in and lock the door, barely focusing on the ceiling-to-floor glass window to my right, where the light pours in. The walls are in cream color, just like the ceiling, which has recessed lighting fixtures.

I smile at him as he sits there at the end of the oval conference table that is made. Some sandwiches and soft drinks are placed before him, with a laptop placed on one side.

He stands up to meet me halfway. “I’m thinking of eating you before we eat the sandwiches,” he mischievously tells me, making me laugh softly.

He lifts me up by the waist to make me sit on the conference table. He moves my skirt up and quickly pulls my lacy red panties down. He momentarily pauses to admire the tiny clothing before he places it on the nearby office chair, which has five wheels. He sits on the chair he vacated earlier and bends his head to kiss and suck my clit without preamble.

I let out a sigh and play with his hair. “Ohh… Antwan!”

His tongue darts up and down my now damp femininity. I throw my head back, arching my body, moaning.

“Ohh… you taste so good, Prosalie baby!” he interjects, looking into my eyes.

We are both panting. I caress his hair as he continues to bathe my ladybits with his tongue, kissing each labium and sucking my sensitive nub.

Just a few minutes later, my body shatters and I come right into his eager hot mouth. He licks it dry before he unzips his slacks. He pushes it with his boxers halfway down his thighs and his hard rod slides right into my love tunnel.

Darn it! It feels so good as ever. There’s nothing else on my mind the entire morning but him and his huge erection. I might be crazy for thinking it most of the time. But I don’t care. What matters most is that we’re good together like this, even without us saying anything about feelings for each other. Only desire.

The hidden desire we feel ever since the first time we met. But now, of course, it isn’t hidden anymore. We openly say it and we do it every chance we get.

My heels dig into his flesh as I hug him to me. He thrusts harder and faster, looking at my face with those fascinating eyes that are hazy with that burning feeling he has for me.

“You look so beautiful, baby!” he mutters, panting.

He grabs the side of my hips tighter, ramming his shaft into my supple body, until he makes me come again and he follows closely, with a grunt.

We eat the sandwiches some thirty minutes later. I am still seated on the table with my clothes on, so is his. We both down what we eat with the soft drinks in can. I reach out to arrange his tousled hair. He smiles at me boyishly, almost dazzling me.

“I’ll send you home tonight. Meet me at the parking lot at six,” he says.